All Chapters of Between Two Naughty Wolves: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121: The Ghost of Christmas Past.. Except it’s October and My Ex is a WerewolfAllison's POV“That absolute son of a bitch.” I whispered.Derek had always been a loser.. I knew that. You don’t marry a guy like that without realizing he’s got the backbone of an eclair. But this? Threatening Theo? My son? Our son? That crossed every line in the book then set the book on fire and pissed on the ashes!Derek was delusional. He was ragged, he smelled like a wet dog and he was clearly losing his mind. But a delusional man with claws and glowing yellow eyes is still a man who can do some serious damage.I fumbled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I hit “Aunt Maya“ on speed dial.Ring. Ring. Ring.“Pick up, Aunt Maya. Come on, pick up the damn phone.” I hissed.It went to voicemail. I tried again but same result. Spain was six hours ahead.. it was the middle of the night there and they were probably fast asleep, tucked away from the chaos of the city. But the silence on the othe

CHAPTER 123: An Uninvited GuestAllison’s POVThe applause was still ringing in my ears in a deafening hollow sound that made my skin crawl. Five minutes ago, I was the city’s sweetheart in a red silk dress, holding a trophy. Now? Now I was sprinting toward the exit of the Grand Ballroom, trying to keep up with a werewolf who looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown.“Jacob! Stop! Just wait for two seconds!” I yelled, hiking up the slit of my gown so I didn't faceplant in front of the valet.Jacob didn't stop.. he didn't even slow down. He hovered by the doors of the gala, his face pale and his knuckles white as he gripped his phone. He looked like he’d seen a ghost or worse, a version of the future where everything was on fire.“He’s got him, Allison.” Jacob rasped, his voice vibrating with a dangerous growl. “Gerald’s got my father. He sent a photo. He’s tied to a chair for God’s sake. If I don’t get to there in twenty minutes, he’s going to kill him. He’s going to pe

Chapter 125: My Little Woman-CaveVictoria’s POV“You monologuing moron!” I screamed. My voice bounced off the dripping walls of the cave, echoing back at me like a mockery.I threw my hands out and purple energy erupted from my palms. A wooden crate... one of the few pieces of furniture we had in this literal hole in the earth... disintegrated into splinters. The dust hung in the air, stinging my nose but I didn't stop as I kicked a stack of canned goods, sending them clattering into the darkness.“Victoria, control yourself.” Gerald snapped, though he tucked himself further into the shadows to avoid my next outburst. He looked ridiculous.. he was still wearing his high-end designer suit now covered in soot and grime, standing in a cave that smelled with bat droppings.“Control myself?” I spun on him, my hair a matted wild nest around my face. I could feel the magical residue itching under my skin. “We had him! Jacob was pinned. He was a sitting duck! And what did you do? You s

CHAPTER 127: Daddy’s HomeDerek's POVI stepped over the body of a guy in a grey suit. He’d been one of Lucius’s top-tier guards but he’d folded like a cheap lawn chair when I caught him by the galley. My boots made a wet sticky sound against the cream-colored carpet. I looked down and frowned. These were Italian leather.“Damn,” I muttered, wiping a splash of blood off my sleeve. “This was a new jacket, too.”I looked up and that’s when I saw him.Theo was huddled in the very back seat, his small frame trembling so hard the seatbelt buckle was rattling. Beside him, Aunt Maya was clutching him like her life depended on it. Her eyes were wide, darting from the lifeless bodies in the aisle to me.Theo’s face was pale, his eyes shimmering with tears. “Who… who are you?” his voice came out as a tiny, broken whisper.I realized I must have looked like something out of a horror movie. I was covered in grime from the stowaway compartment and soaked in the blood of the four men I’d just ri

CHAPTER 129: BaitAllison's POVMy chair hit the floor with a hollow thud before I even realized I’d moved. The sound echoed through the room but I didn’t give a damn about the acoustics. “What did you just say about my son?” I snarled. My hands were planted on the table with my knuckles white. If I’d been in wolf form the table would have been splinters.The man calling himself “Mr. Smith“ didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his expensive chair, a slow greasy smirk spreading across his face. He looked at me like I was a particularly interesting bug he was about to squash. Beside him, “Mr. Jones“ let out a dry, mocking chuckle.“Sit down, Allison.” Smith said, his voice smooth and twice as disgusting. “You’re making the room feel crowded. And trust me, you want to be sitting for the rest of this.”“I’m going to count to three.” I said, my voice dropping. I felt that familiar heat crawling up my neck.. rage that didn't just want to shout, it wanted to dismantle people. “If you