Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Lacy's POV I feel my body relax on his arms. I am too weak to move, too weak to speak, too weak to thank him for coming to rescue me. His eyes stare down at me, with so much sadness that I begin to feel bad for him. I try to keep my eyes open, but I am too weak to. I have never wished to be a werewolf as much as I do today. If I were one, I would have been healed by now. But I'm just a weak human. My eyes shut closed, my body unaware of the happenings of the world. I drift into sleep. "Hey," a pretty lady calls out to me. She is the most beautiful being I have ever seen, so ethereal, so divine, so not human. "Hi," I manage to mutter, dumbfounded. I wonder if I am dead, as she feels so unreal, even this place doesn't feel real. Maybe I'm dead. Oh no. "Don't worry, you're not dead?" She says. "What," I mumble. Are my thoughts too loud? That's stupid. How can my thoughts be loud enough for someone else to hear? Except she's not someone. "You're not dead, it's not yet time fo

Lacy's POV "She's ready to be discharged," the pack healer says. "Okay, thank you," Vincent replies. The pack healer bows again and then leaves the room. "It's time to go home," Vincent says as he takes off my blanket. He tilts his head a little, and then a nurse comes into the room with a wheelchair. I guess he mindlinks them. "Vincent, Vincent, Vincent," I yell in my mind. "What?" he replies. "What!" I exclaim. "I can hear you, you don't need to scream," he replies. "Vince, I just mindlinked you," I mutter. "What?" he says, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Yeah, I just do it, I don't expect this to work," I reply, feeling surprised and confused at the same time. "Wow, what! I need to talk to the healer about this, but we need to go home first," he raises me carefully in bridal style and places me in the wheelchair. "Alpha, let me do it," the nurse says, offering to wheel me out of the hospital. "Don't worry, I'll do it myself," he says, his voice low and calm. Imme

Vincent POV I promise to clear her name, and I will. Lacy can’t do something like that to me. How does she know about the land? This must be a trap set by Celeste. “I will get to the root of this, okay?” I reassure Lacy. I walk to my office, and I call Brent on the phone to join me. “Hey, what’s wrong? I hear sounds of commotion from the mansion,” he says as soon as he reaches my office. “Celeste calls a meeting and claims that Lacy sold the land where Nora is buried,” I explain as I chug down a glass of whiskey, its flavour burning my throat. “What!!” He exclaims. “That’s an outrageous claim; she probably doesn’t know where the land is located.” “That’s right, they’re trying to rub her name in the mud, and I won’t sit back and watch,” I mutter. “There’s not much of a problem to this, we could just put down all the rumours, it’s that easy.” “You don’t understand,” I interrupt. “The elders are involved,” I reveal. “The fuck? How.. why?” He asks. “Celeste called them. I have

Lacy’s POV “And I never want to see your face again,” he spits, his words driving a sword through my heart. “Vincent, you really believe…” “Shut up,” he interrupts. “You don’t deserve to speak, you’re just a money-hungry whore. I knew that about you from the first day we met at the bar, but I decided to be blinded by love.” “Vincent, I didn't do anything, I am innocent, please believe, I would never do that to you, I don’t even know about the land,” I sob, clutching onto his soft cotton shirt. “Get your hands off me. If you didn't do it, why is the money still in your account? You only care about money, nothing else,” he yells. “You will now take your things and get out of my Pack, never come back.” “He should kill you, but he’s merciful,” Vincent's mother sneers. “Please,” I whimper, begging with my eyes. “He should strip you naked and have you thrown to the grubs,” Celeste spits. “And also, return every single thing I have ever given to you, including the credit card, the

Lacy's Point Of View "Where am I?" I ask myself rhetorically as the voice echoes back to me. I am alone yet again. I should get used to that fact. I rub my blurry eyes and caress my head, trying to figure out where I am and how I find myself there. I feel a sharp pain in my head as though I fell from the sky. My head bangs like a drum. This is the feeling I experience when I get drunk to the point of stupor. However, it's different. I am not drunk. I am not a drug addict. I never tasted a drop of liquor when I was with Vincent. He wouldn't have let me anyway. That's one area the son of a bitch is good at. Aside from that, he's a proud bastard who only cares about himself. Gosh! Why am I talking about that monster? I should forget him. Surprisingly, I am not bleeding from the head. I am relieved. How would I have gotten urgent medical care in a place I know nothing about? This is a major concern for me. It raises numerous questions that I don't think can be addressed anyt