All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EZRA'S POVI snuck out of the library through the window behind the last shelf. I held onto the window seal for a moment, waiting to confirm that someone was coming in before jumping off. The paper dumpster was right beneath me, and I fell into it. It took a while to crawl out of the odorless dump, brushing the sand off my hair and clothes. The book was still in my belt where I'd fixed it, holding onto it like a last support. I quickly made my way for the shadows and went through the dimly lit paths until I was standing at the center of the pack, close to the fountain. At this hour, prior to the disaster, only a few pack members could be found roaming about the pack. But now, there were a lot of people, almost like the night was the new day. I crouched somewhere beside the fountain and pulled the book out. My fingers were trembling when I pulled it free from my belt, washing my palm over its thick and smooth leather cover. It had a silver crest.For a moment, I hesitated. It was to

MALIA'S POV Alpha Maelik rules a pack in the distant North, a pack called Thornhill. There are several ways to get there that don't involve going through the northern watters and having to face the hostility of the night watchers. Being the only one assigned to Thornhill, I set out earlier than the rest. Carrying just a sling bag that contained a few clothes and my blade bag, the journey was expected to be light with zero burdens or threats. But a few meters away from the second border, I smelled danger lurking in the dark. Fog covered a vast amount of land ahead of me, keeping me blind to whatever was beyond or within the fog. I stopped behind some trees to scan the woods, searching for a second route. My search only proved one thing. The only way out was through the fog. To get to Thornhill, I have to go through the fog. I set my blade pallet on the floor and went through the easiest to work with. Two finger blades and wolf knuckle puck, which I slid into my left fingers. I fol

MALIA’S POVThe hallway was empty but not quiet. Faint and distant voices echoed across the walls from downstairs. I doubt dinner or the meeting in the hall was done and soon, they’ll start searching for Daxton.The blood in my hand dripped as I moved with my back pressed against the wall, keeping to the shadows until I climbed the next stairs. Sephone was sure that Maelik's room would be upstairs, so we took the chance. After climbing a few stairs, I started hearing the murmurings from the floor I just left. The servants were getting curious about the blood, and chaos just lay a few yards away. It started as a small question, from one servant to another, until the wolf guards joined, trailing the blood to the tomb I locked after I left. They were the same set of guards who dragged me into Daxtons room. Instead of seeking for more assistance or investigating the blood, they dismissed the servants and ordered for mops and water.“They know too, and they think he was careless with hi

DAEMON’S POVA new gate was being installed at the entrance of the estate. I supervised throughout the day, following the welders to bring in some metals and more machines. I assigned Lucas to the Western tower which was already under reconstruction. A full day has passed, yet I haven't gotten news from Thornhill or The Northern kingdom.Half of my focus was fixed on the work being done in the pack, while the other half was outside the gates, anticipating news. The sun began to set, and everyone but the welders began to retire. As they finished setting up the first gate, Isolde's car drove through the gate and packed in front of what was left of the garage. There was an unusual hesitation before the first door opened. Isolde highlighted, dressed in a full black corporate outfit that revealed a little of her cleavage and hugged her thighs, flowing freely down the remaining parts of her leg. She moved to the door behind and opened it, and her mother stepped out. Mrs. Niccara. It

DAEMON'S POV Whatever Rhaegal calls this pack didn't matter at the moment. All that matters is how a rogue is able to create something almost as big as the home of an alpha. There were rumors about the minerals buried in his land, which he trades with lords and alphas of several cities. Those rumors were confirmed by Malia after she returned from Thornhill. His trade with them was more like an exchange. Gold for skin. What he uses those skin for is yet to be known. I scurried through the dark parts, hiding behind the tall flowers and some pillars stationed at several parts of the land. They just stood on their own in a loose pattern, giving the premises a more gothic style. Each pillar had something like a rogue sigil perfectly and intricately carved on them. They would have meant something if it was on another man's land, but this looked like it held no significance. Some rogues were still awake and parading the area. Some looked bulky, like fighters, while a few of them were j