All Chapters of The Dirty Blood Mate Of The Lycan Alpha : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

LyraEven with my own commotion going on with me in the human world, the wolf lands still have a fair share of their own bad drama.Third Person's POVWolf LandBack in the Lupari pack, Richard was discussing with his father, Fabian, in the living room when a guard approached them. "What is it?" Richard asked, his voice calm but with a hint of impatience."Alpha," the guard said with a bowed head. "Alpha Daniel and Samuel are outside, they said they would like to meet you."Richard's expression changed, his brow furrowing in curiosity. "Alpha?" Fabian questioned, his thoughts echoing Richard's confusion. "What are they doing here?""Let them in," Richard said, his voice firm. The guard nodded and quickly exited the room.It didn't take long before the guard returned with the two alphas. They were imposing figures, their presence commanding attention. Richard stood up, a polite smile on his face. "Alpha Daniel, Alpha Samuel. What do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit?"The tw

"Fuck, Dominic, please don't stop," Chloe whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft rustle of the silk sheets as they moved against each other. The day was still bright and the light of the room spilled across the bed, showing the sharp angles of each of the faces.The air around, thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and sex. Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as Dominic stroked harder, his eyes locked on hers. She could feel the warmth of his body, even before he touched her. Everything about him drew her in - his eyes, the sound of his breath, the way his hands palmed on her, like he was fighting himself until he found his release.~Finally catching their breaths, Dominic strokes her back while she looks deep into his blue eyes.Dominic, what if your mother catches us? She would kill me.He cut her off softly, his voice low and husky. "So do you want to stop this?"But she couldn't. She didn't wan

EthanIt's been almost two weeks since anyone came to visit me in this cell. The silence is deafening, and I feel so empty. It's a kind of sorrow I couldn't explain, like a part of me is missing. I pace back and forth in my cage, trying to remember anything, but my mind is a complete blank. Why couldn't I remember a damn thing? And why was I locked up in this cage again?I try to force myself to think harder, to remember the mission my mother spoke to me about, but every time I do, it ends badly. The memories are fragmented, and all I can recall is the feeling of power and adrenaline coursing through my veins. Sometimes, I see vivid images of myself killing, and that's it. Everything turns blue, and I'm left with a pounding headache.Is it that bad that I'm locked up here? Am I a danger to my pack? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I think about my mother, Calvin, and uncle Ruddy, but they've all abandoned me. It's been almost a year now, and I've been living like this, like a

LyraStrobe lights cut through a haze of cigarette smoke and steel from dry ice, casting an otherworldly glow over the crowded bar. The air vibrated with a pounding bassline that I felt in my teeth, the thumping beat making my body want to move. Bodies were packed on the dance floor, a sea of undulating silhouettes where people lost themselves, their movements uninhibited and desperate. It was a collective exhalation of monthly stress, a release of pent-up energy and frustration.As the bartender poured my drink, I spoke above the din of the music. "What's happening? Is there a special event, why the crowd?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.The bartender chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh no, there's no special event," he said, his voice raised over the music. "But usually when the month is coming to an end, people usually come here to party."I raised an eyebrow, taking in the crowded bar. "But this isn't a club," I said, my voice skeptical.The bartender la

LyraMy eyes fluttered open, and I looked around. I was in a room that was unfamiliar to me. The walls were plain white, and the furniture was minimal - a bed, a nightstand, and a closet. It wasn't luxurious, but it looked clean and comfortable. I stood up abruptly, trying to remember how I got there."How did I get here?" I asked aloud, my voice shaking slightly.Why does this feel like déjà vu?"This isn't déjà vu, Lyra. This is real, and we've been in this position many times," Amira's voice echoed in my mind.I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Do you know what happened last night?" I asked Amira."No," she replied. "When you lost consciousness, I had to retract back to keep the poison from harming you."I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Amira. "Thank you, Amira. I know we don't always see eye to eye, but the Moon Goddess choosing you for me has been the best thing in my life."Amira's response was predictable. "I know, because I am awesome."I rolled my eyes,