All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

PENELOPE'S POVThe silence surrounding the western tower was enough make me one assume that it was safe–untouched by the madness spreading in the other parts of the pack. For one second, I felt happiness course through me. If Daemon is safe, then the rest of the pack would be safe as well. All we needed to do was let him know the pack is under siege. But like someone always says in one of my father's meetings when I was young, ”there's no telling an alpha his duties,” We went up to the door and I was about to push it open when Ezra grabbed my hand. “Listen,” he whispered, same time, leading me away from the door. We crouched behind a pillar. “What?” “There's more than one heart beat in there. They're here already,” “You can't be so sure,” I pulled away and tried to return to the door, but he grasped my arm.“You're staying behind me all through. Don't forget,” “Daemon needs to know what's going on,” I persisted. Ezra pulled me back to the darkness with a force that threw me

MALIA'S POVThe ride back to Ironclad felt endless, but for once, I didn’t mind the silence. My body ached from every cut, every bruise, but leaning against Lucas’s side numbed it all. His warmth wrapped around me, his arm never once letting go as if I might vanish again if he loosened his grip. The night air bit cold against my skin as we moved through the woods. Lucas and I chose to use the cars, while the wolves raced ahead of us. A few of them were behind, keeping to the pace of the car and those ahead. The moon was slowly losing its light, getting swallowed by the clouds of day. The warmth it brought was supposed to feel refreshing, or at least give me a sense of relief. But it only doubled my curiosity and fear for what lay ahead, waiting for us in the pack. I closed my eyes for a moment, surrendering to the small heaven Lucas's presence created. The world outside was chaos, smoke, and blood but here, pressed into him, I felt safe. His fingers brushed against mine occasional

CALLISTER'S POVThe silence in the western tower made it the only place accommodative enough to think. I drowned in the peace as I paced from one pillar to another, thinking of my next line of action. Odessa was somewhere in the mansion, receiving treatment. When she wakes up, she'll obviously spill everything she knows. My father will come to know that I was the driving force to this disaster. The reason why the earth cried blood, why there were skeletons lying around, and why the once glorious estate has fallen to shambles. I cared less about the corpses I was walking past and the blood I was walking through. I barely noticed any of them unless I stopped to look at the floor. Someone had taped the western tower to keep people away, which is why I became curious when the door clicked. I found the shadows close to a wall and hid, waiting for the intruder. Shoes clicked slowly against the floor, each step sending a warning to me. My claws extended while I fed on the last drop of pa

DAEMON'S POVI stirred on the bed as my eyes opened. A ring pulsed through the walls of my ears, keeping me drowned in silence until distant voices became clear.“…he hasn’t moved since last night,” Lucas’s voice carried low, yet sharp with worry.“He will,” Malia replied, steady but softer than usual, as though speaking too loudly might shatter me completely.I blinked against the dim light that leaked into the room. The ceiling above me wavered before it steadied, the cracks and grain of the wood coming into focus. My chest rose with a labored breath, a sting spreading down my side, reminding me of wounds I didn’t recall gaining.Their figures stood by the far corner, bent close together in urgent discussion.I tried to push myself upright. The moment my muscles tensed, fire shot through my ribs. A groan slipped past my lips before I could catch it.Both of them turned instantly.“Alpha Daemon” Lucas rushed forward, his hand pressing lightly against my shoulder as though to keep me

LUCAS POVI sat on the desk to get a proper look at the book that slid to my side. The page was dirty, a few lines covered by dirt that didn't seem removable. “What do you mean?” Odessa didn't answer immediately. She reached for the first deck, took out a container and shook two pills into her palm. “Water, please,” she requested, pointing in the direction of the water. I brought the bottle to her and waited until she flushed the drug down with the water. “Rhaegal is from a long line of wolves. The forsaken. Extinct wolves who lost control of their wolves and caused a disaster. Most of them were wiped, and their position and dominators was striped off them,” “What does it have to do with Penelope?” I asked, still scanning the book to understand the wordings. It was English, but sophisticated. A few words in a sentence were mixed with other languages, making it unreadable for someone who hasn't spent years understanding the history and learning languages like Odessa. “Penelope is