Todos os capítulos de WANTED! KING NOLAN'S OBSESSION.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Ronnie’s POVThe weight of the secret felt so heavy.It was a word whispered in movies, and in some old myths, a trait that remained only in the bedtime stories of pups.It was supposed to be real. It was formulated by someone, not a reality. Why then did it happen to me?Or did I make a mistake?Despite the millions of questions in my mind, the feeling from that night with Dagger came flooding into my mind, reminding me that it wasn’t a mere dream, or an illusion as I thought it to be.Jessie stood up quickly, shifting my thoughts.“I’ll be back shortly,” she said, smiling. “Let me go and get us a bottle of drink capable of drowning out our sorrows.I forced a smile back, making sure I maintained the smile till she had made it out of the room.Immediately the door shut behind her, I collapsed onto the bed.There was only one person I could ask, one person who might have the truth hidden behind that motherly smile.I found my mother in the small herb garden behind the house. The late

Olivia’s POVThe morning sun spilled across my vanity, reflecting off the crystal perfume bottles and silk ribbons that littered the surface, but the light felt dull. I was restless, the kind of agitation that came from knowing the palace was in a state of flux. The "pollutant" was gone...kicked back to her backwater pack where she belonged...but the victory felt incomplete as long as Nolan remained locked away in his high tower of cold indifference.I was contemplating which lace gown would best suit my mood when a firm, rhythmic knock sounded at my door. I smoothed my hair, expecting a maid with tea or perhaps a messenger from Aunt Sloane."Come in," I called out, pitching my voice to its most elegant register.The door swung open, but it wasn't a servant. It was Kim. He stood in the doorway, his expression as unreadable as ever, but in his arms, he carried a weight of shimmering, deep-green silk that seemed to glow against the dark fabric of his uniform. On top of the fabric rested

Ronnie’s POVThe night of the celebration came with noise.Not the kind that hurts your ears… but the kind that settles into your bones whether you like it or not.Music drifted through the trees, deep and steady. Drums. Laughter. Voices blending into one long, endless hum. The entire pack looked different...alive in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Lanterns hung from tree branches, glowing soft gold against the dark sky. Banners stretched across the clearing, silver and green dancing in the wind like they were proud to exist.Everyone was dressed up.Even the air felt dressed up.And then there was me.Standing at the edge of it all. Watching everyone. I had taken my time getting ready, but it didn’t feel like effort. It felt like putting on a version of myself I wasn’t sure I still understood. The dress clung to my body in a way that made me aware of every step I took, every breath I drew.People noticed. I could feel their eyes. Some curious. Some judgmental. Some just… watching to s

Ronnie’s POV“What’s the matter with you Ronnie? Since you returned from outside, you’ve been acting really strange.” Jessie’s brows furrowed as she tried to stare me in the eyes.I avoided her eyes, looking everywhere but at her. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” I said, my gaze on the dancers performing on the stage right in front of us.Their music banged heavily in my ears, almost drowning out everything that had happened, but no matter how loud the sound became, nothing was really enough to take that moment completely out of my mind.Jessie’s eyes remained on me for a while, still not believing my words. The next moment, she turned to my mom who was not so far from us and asked. “Does Ronnie look fine to you?”My mother’s eyes went over me quickly, that motherly look in her eyes. “Ronnie, you look stressed.”“More like she saw a ghost...” Jessie added.“Trust me, mom... It’s nothing to be worried about. I’m just having a little headache from the noise and all, it’s not like there’s anyth

Nolan’s POV“This can’t be true…” The words slipped out of my mouth quietly, but they felt loud inside my head.I stared down at the open diary in my hands again, my eyes dragging over the same lines for what had to be the tenth time… maybe more. I had lost count somewhere between disbelief and something worse.Something that felt too close to guilt.Every word I read out of the diary felt alive... almost like she was standing right in front of me and explaining everything to me.My grip on the diary tightened slightly.Her handwriting wasn’t perfect. Some words slanted, some lines pressed harder into the paper like her emotions had been too heavy for her to put into words. And the things she wrote…They didn’t match the version of her I had been given.Not even close.There was fear in her words, confusion, loneliness. And something else that made my chest feel tight in a way I didn’t like.Strength.A quiet type of strength. The kind that doesn’t shout… but refuses to break too.