The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Vincent's Point Of View That's not the plan, I know. I opt to embrace innovative approaches rather than relying solely on Brent's brilliance. It doesn't take away the fact that Brent is a good adviser. No one comes close to him in my Pack. Not even the Council of Elders or the Moon Guardian. It's one gift you can't take away from him. "Okay," a decent reply from Jack. He may have agreed to dance to my tune. Nonetheless, I can tell he isn't pleased about the decision. I smell desperation from Jack. Why is he eager to visit my pack? The last time I checked, his Pack shares the same similarities with mine. If he has another plan, then I had better start thinking of boycotting his visit. Now he's gone. I see him leave with his entourage, but I still feel his presence. Right now, I am out of words because there's something about Jack I can't fathom. It took that sentence, "a lot might have changed about him," which I heard earlier from Brent, to figure that out. My head was all

Vincent's Point Of View "How much were you paid to sell me out?" I ask. A demonstration of my rage will surely scare the shit out of him. He dared not deny it. He knows me better than anyone else. Before I ask a question, I already have my answer. "Paid? By whom? I don't know what you're talking about, Alpha," he denies. Exactly how I predicted. The son of a bitch looked into my eyes and fucking lied to my face. It's pretty audacious to me. How does Celeste manipulate everyone to have them under her control? Perhaps, she is in possession of their most treasured secret. I can't believe that my most trusted aide will be this vulnerable. I must be a fool, believing that he is trustworthy. "Cast your trust in me, Vincent. Celeste can't manipulate me. What can she possibly say to me?" Here comes another false pretense from Brent. He's overdoing it. Can he stop already? I don't find it funny. For every second he speaks, he gives me a thousand reasons to drop him as my beta. "I

Brent's Point Of View I lost sleep thinking about my feud with Vincent. He occupies all the spots inside my head. How on earth did I let that happen? This isn't our first altercation. Certainly, not the last. However, it's different now. I can't describe it. It's not our usual altercations. More fierce than the previous times. I saw the look in Vincent's eyes when he dismissed me. It screams, "I never want to set my eye on you ever again. You disgust me," He treated me like a piece of shit. For the first time, it didn't matter to him. I bet if he had a gun at that moment, he would have shot me dead at the slightest provocation. I waited! For eternity, hoping he would sanction my return to quell the beef between us. Exercise in futility. None of that happened. Not a good sign, in my opinion. I admit to the fact that I was wrong to suggest that Vincent marry Celeste. I wasn't thinking straight. No offence intended. I was just looking out for him like a brother. I will never

Lacy's POV One million and one ways of punishing Martha, the way she and Celeste frustrated my life back then, flash through my head as I am staring at her crouched body before me. Oh, now she's sorry? For what exactly? Pouring hot tea on me? Or for talking me down as if I don't have blood running in my veins? I'm having trouble understanding what Martha is apologizing for or why she's doing this now. She was Celeste's right-hand maid, and she made sure that my life was miserable during my stay at their Pack. "Let me get this straight, Martha, you left the Pack? But why?" I ask, curious to know why she's here in Texas pretending to be one of us. From what I gathered back then in Vincent's Pack, a wolf who leaves the Pack to mix with humans and pretend to be one is definitely hiding from someone or something. They do their best to conceal their true nature behind their human form, which is why many people don't believe in their existence. I wouldn't have, if I hadn't encountered V

Brent's Point Of View I try to stop myself from shifting, knowing that Douglas would never survive if I let my wolf take over. He regains his balance and pushes me out of the way. Drenched in his pool of blood. He struggles to breathe. I see the look in his eyes. He is slowly transforming into his wolf form. I am not intimidated. It would be difficult for him to shift into his wolf form because I left him badly injured. I am motivated by remembering that I am still in charge. Interesting! "Don't force it, loser. You can't shift form. You are only putting your life in danger if you do that. I advise that you call for a truce before it's too late." I warn him. It doesn't seem like he is willing to take advice from me. "I would rather die than retreat. You got nothing on me. You need me alive should you desire to see your Alpha alive," he spits blood at my face. Not even his predicament could take away his ego. I admire his bravery. Hearing him brag while trying to regain hi