บททั้งหมดของ Bound To My Mate's Step Brother : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

~MIKAEL~The cave felt colder than the last. Godfather wasn't on the bed as he had been the last time — he was at the cellar grabbing a wine."You ought to be resting," I said, striding into the room. A low reverberating sound echoed in the room, followed by a guttural cough.He gently turned around, wiping his bloody nose with a white cloth. He looked paler than the last time I had seen him, and I feared that his illness had gotten worse.A frown appeared on my face. No matter how much he tried to casually brush it off as though it were nothing, we both knew that if I didn't find that wolf, he might never make it.I ground my teeth, hands clenched at my sides at the thought of O'Lean not finding the wolf.I don't want to lose him."You weren't supposed to come here today," he said, matter-of-factly.I walked over to where he was, took the cup he held, and helped him sit on his bed. "Don't tell me you are annoyed by my presence," I mumbled.He laughed — something Godfather rarely did.

~NYRA~"This place is beautiful," I said. Two guards created a portal that took us to this building.It was almost as if I could see the sky, but the ceiling had some tapestries on it.Everything written on the walls was done in a strange language. I had never stepped into the witches' kingdom — I had never even ventured this far from the Nightshade, except the time I had been kidnapped against my will.I had always wanted to know how other kingdoms were. How different were they from the werewolves'?"Don't be fooled," Mikael leaned closer. "These are done with magic. This is just an illusion," he whispered.I gasped.This beautiful place doesn't exist?But it looked so real. I supposed the illusion worked — they had created it in a way that made it seem real.It occurred to me that doing this wouldn't be easy.But… it was so beautiful.My eyes took in every piece of this beauty, and even if it wasn't real, I didn't mind."The celestial Alpha," an angelic voice pierced the room, gaini

~MIKAEL~The wolf I had been searching for these past months had been under my wing all this while.My feelings are all over the place. I don't know how I am going to explain to Nyra why I acted that way, and I just don't know what to do.I feel troubled.I feel perturbed.My mind is going haywire and for once, I can't seem to make a decision.A growl escaped from my lips. I gnashed my teeth together as I descended from the cave.I was back at the beyond. As soon as I had dropped Nyra back at the pack, I had spread my wings and taken to the sky, somehow landing here.I needed a space all to myself, and my body seemed to agree this was just the place.I exhaled deeply.If I don't bring Nyra to Godfather, he will die.But if I do, then something bad might happen to her.I can't shake the thought of losing her. I am still trying to understand what I feel about her — setting aside the bond between us — but I know it is something deep, even if she might not feel it.'You scared her!' My wo

~O'Lean~Alia dragged her feet on the ground, struggling to break free from my grip. This little girl was strong and so determined to release herself."Let me go! I promise I won't follow you anymore — I'll just go my own way," she pleaded. But I would not leave this girl alone in a strange land."Biggie! Biggie!" She screamed.People around us were staring, all making way as I walked, yet none of them reached out to help."You are taking me somewhere against my will. That's not fair," she yelled.I balled my hands into tight fists and stopped walking once we were further away from the market. Away from watchful eyes, I let go of Alia. The little lady stumbled back, and if it weren't for the tree that served as an anchor, she would probably have ended up on the ground. She groaned in pain.She huffed, dusting her fingers that had been scraped by the bark of the tree. Alia fixed her dark eyes on me, her lips curved into a frown."You are so mean!" She huffed.Silence.I watched her kee

~NATALIA~The sword swirled around my hands, making a swoosh sound as I practiced on my own. In the duelling room, I practiced alongside other soldiers. Many wondered why the soldiers under my command still trained even after we had already taken control.They asked why I wouldn't let them rest; however, no matter how many times I explained, they would never understand. We couldn't wait for war to arrive before we started practicing. I had had my fair share of what it felt like to be unprepared for an unforeseeable future. Nobody knew what danger was lurking until it was too late.Though my men practiced, they still rested — enough to preserve their energy and have fun when needed.I changed my stance, sweat dripping from my face, some trickling down to other parts of my body. I shouldn't practice this hard… but it was difficult for someone like me who constantly felt the need to prove herself to others.Just as I was about to swing my sword to the other side, my body froze at the wor