All Chapters of The Alpha Heiress: Lycan's True Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

And presently….BRYSONMy dark clothes blend perfectly with the night as I move between the tents, heading straight to Daisy's tent with my mask still covering every part of my face except my eyes and nostrils. There are no guards close enough here, but I continue sticking to the shadows to avoid any chances of getting caught. Tonight, there's no going back. Tonight, I must ruin Daisy Caldwell and make sure that I achieve whatever it takes to change my pathetic fate. The vial in my pocket is my ticket out of mediocrity, my path to power and the Caldwell fortune. There is no room for fear. No space for doubt. I have come so far that fear means nothing to me right now because this is what I have to do to secure my future, my real future, not the one where I'm penniless, powerless, and just a mere healer. I must seize this opportunity.And that's the only thing I fucking care about.My heart pounds against my ribs as I move closer to her tent, my hand instinctively going to my jacket an

DAISYMany hours later, after struggling to catch some sleep, dawn finally arrives and I hear a knock on my tent entrance, followed by my name.“Daisy Caldwell, are you awake?”“Yes I am,” I say sleepily and open the tent flap, coming face to face with Officer Krane.My eyes instantly clear.“Miss Daisy, all parties involved in last night's incident are required to attend an emergency tribunal at the executive tent. You have about fifteen minutes to get ready and present yourself.”“Yes ma'am,” the words tumble off my lips and she leaves. I close the tent flap immediately and rush into the bathroom. After a quick brush of my teeth and a light shower, I throw on a black T-shirt and jeans before grabbing my phone and leaving the tent.Outside, I see Ria waiting for me.“Daisy,” she appears at my side and we start walking towards the executive tent. “Are you ready for this?”“More than ready,” I reply.We arrive at the tent on time and enter inside, seeing the whole place already set up

DAISY Groans and whispers spread throughout the arena after Officer Krane is done speaking. Many of the contestants look really sad, dropping their heads into their hands. It's either they didn't finish their questions, or they don't trust their answers. “Results will be calculated and announced within the hour,” Officer Krane continues. “You all are dismissed to the waiting area. Food and refreshments will be provided.” Exhausted and clearly drained, we all file out of the arena. At the waiting area, I find Kayleigh and Jude talking with Pike and Marcel, and soon, Rose, Sloane, and Ria join us. “This competition is really bizarre,” Marcel groans. “What if I don’t make it?” Rose mumbles. “You don’t know that,” I quickly tell her. “We all did our best. That’s what matters.” “Easy for you to say since you’re brilliant,” Sloane sighs. “We’re all brilliant,” I chuckle. “Besides, we survived everything this competition threw at us, so we shouldn't be scared of this final round.”

YVONNE The bed is cold between us. It has been a week since the wedding—if you can even call that mockery a wedding—and Bryson still hasn’t touched me. He won’t even look at me for longer than necessary. Good. Because if he tries, I will break his fucking neck. Right now, I can't sleep. I'm just lying here on the bed we are sharing together, listening to his breathing on the opposite side of the mattress. I also can't stop the thoughts and analysis flowing through my mind. This is my life now. Chained to a man I despise. Forced into a marriage that was supposed to “restore my honor.” What useless honor? My father thought marrying me off to my attacker would somehow fix the scandal and make it all go away, as if tying me to Bryson Giles would erase the fact that multitudes of people saw him on top of me. Saw me screaming along with my violation displayed for everyone to see. After the wedding, father insisted that Bryson will be living here and will never take me to his small Moo

DAISY “Here we are,” Dylan announces suddenly, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door marked 247B. “Advanced Strategic Studies. And right on time, too.” Relief floods through me. “Thank you. Really. I would've been wandering for hours.” “Probably,” Dylan agrees cheerfully. “But now you owe me.” I raise an eyebrow. “Owe you?” “Lunch,” he says immediately. “Have lunch with us tomorrow. Me, Adam, and James. We'll show you around campus properly and make sure you know where everything is.” The eagerness in his voice, the way he is already planning our next meeting before this one’s even ended… it should be off-putting. But instead, I find it funny, almost endearing. He sounds like a puppy who just made a new friend and doesn’t want me to forget about him. “I don’t know,” I say slowly, fighting back a smile. “I barely know you.” “Which is why lunch is perfect,” he counters. “You’ll get to know us. We’ll get to know you. It’s mutually beneficial.” “Mutually beneficial,” I chuckl