Alle Kapitel von Claimed By The Darkwood Brother : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

GEMMAI saw red. "Madame Margaret?!" I almost screamed, jumping to my feet. "Why the hell is my mother with her?"I began to pace around the room, biting my finger. "She knows. She knows that she's my mother. But how? How did she find her? And why did she send her my way?" I began to ask questions. Hopefully, they were the right ones."You think she wants to use her against you?" George asked but I could hear the disbelief in his voice."You don't know Madam Margaret the way that I do," I told him. "She's cunning and she's smart. If she sent my mother to deliver a message to me, she'd tell me directly what she's capable of doing. Who she has in the palm of her hand.""I think you're overthinking this. How would she know that woman is your mother? Couldn't it be a coincidence?" George asked.I shook my head. "Calling this a coincidence is even more far-fetched. Madam Margaret has had issues with me. Ever since I disobeyed her and joined the moonlit festival to find my mate, she has wan

GEMMAI stood rigidly in the hall of the palace, my gaze fixed on the double doors that were the entrance to the palace. She was supposed to arrive anytime soon. The wait was suffocating, the silence too.Nate and George stood aside, waiting with me. I looked down at my dress and adjusted it with shaky hands. I hoped I looked good. I didn't know what type of person she wanted me to but I wanted to look presentable for her.Jeans and hoodies couldn't work in this situation. We heard the sound of cars approaching and I think my breath hitched a bit.Alpha King Nate approached me. His presence, usually a source of comfort, now added to my unease. Regardless of the bond that pulled me to him, my hate was surpassing it."You're prepared for this, Gemma?" He asked. My anxiety must have shown through.I nodded stiffly, my jaw set in determination. "Yes. I appreciate your arrangement.""It's necessary," he replied curtly. "Family matters should be resolved, regardless of our differences."We

GEMMAI left my mother alone and instructed the maids to make sure that they gave her dinner. I needed some time to get my thoughts together and I was sure she needed time to adjust.The next morning, I went to train. I got up early and began to work on the punching bag after a few laps around the palace. The training arena was oddly quiet and it felt stifling.I heard footsteps and I turned to see Nate and George approaching. I stopped and watched them."You up for a match?" George asked. I glanced at Nate."Sure," I replied. This was my chance to let out some steam on the object of my anger and frustration. He prepared himself and then stood opposite me, his posture relaxed yet vigilant.Thoughts were swirling in my mind as I stretched, reading myself. This training session was supposed to be about honing my skills. But beneath it all simmered a storm of resentment and unresolved emotions.Nate raised an eyebrow, his voice calm. "Are you ready, Gemma?"I clenched my fists, the memor

GEMMAAfter our walk in the garden, I escorted my mother to her room to rest. If I wanted to have moments of peace with my mother, I needed to fix the issue at hand so it didn't affect her.As I walked briskly through the corridors toward Nate's office, my mind raced with thoughts of the Obsidian Wolves. Despite translating the books and piecing everything together, I still hadn't found their hideout. There was something we were missing.Alpha King Nate was in his office, his expression ever so serious, as I entered. His eyes flickered to mine as he looked up from the documents in front of him. There was always so much paperwork to do. More than people realized."Gemma, have a seat," he said, motioning for me to take a seat opposite him. I decided to take a good look at the room I was usually in when I wanted to talk to Nate.There were maps on the wall and strategic diagrams. It looked more like a military base recently. It must be because of the current rise of the Obsidian Wolves.

GEMMAThe guards kicked into action, chasing after him. I ran after the crowd, Leonard right beside me. I glanced at him. I had sprained my ankle when the ground had been shaking and I tried to hide it.He noticed. "Go," I instructed. "I'll be fine." He picked up the pace and left me behind.I slowed down, stopping and watching them. Then I looked around. I was in a different place. There was more to this temple than meets the eye.While they spent their time chasing after the unknown figure, I explored. As I traced the carvings on the walls, I heard footsteps behind me.I turned, half expecting to see Leonard but I saw someone else, wearing a black cloak. My defenses were immediately raised."Who are you?" I asked."Withica Wiolfrin," the voice echoed. It was something I recognized. He was speaking in the ancient language. White Wolf.I narrowed my eyes. "You're a member," I stated."Indeed." He replied."Why are you after me? What's your purpose?""What is the purpose of life?" He a