All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

PENELOPE'S POV Daemon cleaned the blood oozing out of the crack on my lips with a wet towel, dipping it into the bowl of water and squeezing. He kept repeating the procedure until the blood stopped leaking out. “He started off calm,” I reported, going through the triggering memory and my narrow escape. “I should have known better,” “There's no way you would have known,” he massaged my face with the damp towel, taking the dirt off before he sat before me. “Hopefully Lucas finds him,” “The servant who came to call me…” “She will also be apprehended,” “You think she played a part?” I asked. Daemon stopped moving his hands around my face in search of any more injuries and lifted my chin with his index. “The pack isn't safe. Not for you. Not for me. Not after what Bianca revealed,” he tossed the cloth into the bowl and reached for a dry one. “Rhaegal might still have more allies within the mansion. So…we have to keep our heads up,” he added. The dry towel traveled across my face, e

CALLISTA'S POVI watched from the window as the omega wolves carried out tons of packages from the silver car which drove into the compound a few minutes ago. A quickly concluded thought would have made me think they were from Julian. But of course, Julian was still locked away in one of the rooms, facing punishment. I followed their movements, the passing down of each item until the last wolf stopped at the door. Lucas was before him, hands locked behind him. Apparently he was there for two reasons. To see Malia off who was being sent out with Odessa with the same vehicle. And to receive the package…or so I thought. There was a little conversation between him and the first carrier before he stepped out of the door. Immediately the first person walked in, I grabbed a light top and hurried downstairs. He was just about to make a bend when I intercepted. “Taking those somewhere?” I asked, my eyes and hands playing over the package. “We were told to deliver them to miss Penelope,”

MALIA'S POV The boat sailed to shore, the halt sending a jolt of relief through me. Guards were already filling in and surrounding us before I could stand on one foot. “I'll support you,” Odessa offered. “I’m good, thanks,” I frowned at her offer, then proceeded to limp my way out of the boat and into the arms of a wolf guard. “A set up. I know when one I see one,” “You can't tell. The man was…”“What man?” Bianca's voice cracked through the thick wind as she catwalked her way down to where we were. Her blue cape jacket behind, responding to the waves from the ocean. Aside from that, she only had blue pants and a bra on, with a glass of cocktail in her left hand. Odessa who was about to make a statement took the first steps forward with a fire I never knew existed in her. “We were attacked by your sailor!” “Howard attacked you?” Bianca asked, her eyes narrowing in shock as she looked at the guards around. “Constantine,” I corrected. “His name was Constantine. And he works with

MALIA'S POV “So, it's from his father then,” I asked minutes after quietly listening to Bianca's story. She gave her answer with a nod, and that summarized her beautiful story about how two lovers who were never supposed to be, became one. Her story had led us down to the council hall, away from the ears of the working servants and guards. She settled in one of the seats close to the three in front and placed her leg on the armrest of one chair. “Sometimes it's hard to admit. Not until today, when he gave the order to kill me. Safe to say I'm of no use to Daemon in his Rhaegal case,” The Rhaegal case only sounded more dangerous and less complicated now that Odessa and Bianca had dissected every piece of it. Rhaegal wants Penelope because of the power she wields, a power which she might have no idea of, nor her father. But he's doing it in disguise of an agreement he made with her father. Which means he doesn't want anyone to know. Else…Penelope might become a global commodity, t

DAEMON'S POVPenelope was occupied all day with her fittings for the event, while I fixed myself up with some border patrol duties with Lucas. We spent the rest of the day hunting with shot guns and spears until night fell. The following morning, I was up before first light, preparing to attend the mighty call of the council. Isolde visited just as I was about to leave. She stood by the door, observing me for a while before breaking her silence. “It's quite early to travel to the north,” “I wouldn't be on this journey if you hadn't gone spewing so much to men who care less about you,” I responded, grabbed the key from the wall and started heading to the garage. She followed behind, keeping her pace up to remain close to hearing range. “You left me no choice, Deamon. Imagine what everyone would say of me back at home. They'd think I'm incapable of retaining my status, losing it over to some wannabe from a broken home,” In a swift motion, I spun and grabbed her neck, slamming her