All Chapters of The Rise Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Traci’s POV After what that stupid guard said, I’d heard enough. Seen enough too. Yes, I was worried about them. Despite everything, I still was. But face it. I’d watched the entire thing happen with my own eyes. Darci had practically climbed into Zayden’s lap in front of half the kingdom, and he hadn’t shoved her away. He hadn’t stood up. He hadn’t thrown her off him. Maybe there was a reason. Maybe there wasn’t. Right now, I didn’t care. I was too angry to care. Aurora remained unusually quiet as I stormed away from the arena. My boots struck the floor hard enough that several people moved out of my path without me saying a word. I made it halfway to the elevators before somebody stepped directly into my path. “Looks like you’re having a bad day.” A woman’s amused chuckle followed the words. I didn’t even look at her. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t acknowledge her existence. I simply kept walking. Unfortunately, she seemed determined to make herself my problem. Of course she followe

Corbin’s POV “Damn you, hard-headed girl!” The words exploded out of me as I rushed into the room, only to stop dead the second I took everything in. The atmosphere was completely different from what I expected. Instead of panic, shouting, or another argument, chuckles echoed throughout the suite. My eyes immediately dropped to the suitcase sitting beside Traci before moving up to where she was still wrapped around Zayden. A suitcase. Yeah. That immediately got my attention. “What the fuck, Traci? Were you planning on leaving? Is this some dramatic goodbye?” “Hello, Corbin. Nice to see you too.” The sarcasm dripping from her voice was thick enough to choke on. Her arms finally slid from around Zayden’s neck, trailing down his shoulders, but the king made absolutely no move to release the grip he still had around her waist. If anything, he looked determined to keep her exactly where she was. “What the hell, Traci? Why didn’t you answer my mindlink?” I scream once again. “Oh, t

Raiden’s POV The alarm on my phone started blaring beside the bed. Damn. That thing was way too loud. Before I even opened my eyes, I felt a weight resting against my chest. The warmth pressed against me was familiar enough that a smile immediately tugged at my lips. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked down and found Traci sprawled across me. Sometime during the night she had managed to migrate from the center of the bed to practically claiming my entire chest as her personal pillow. I shook my head. Last night had been ridiculous. When we’d finally returned to the suite, she had insisted on sleeping in the middle of the bed. Not only that, she’d built an actual wall of pillows on either side of her before threatening us not to cross the barriers. The memory immediately made Nyx laugh. What made it funny wasn’t even the pillows. It was how serious she had been and the look on her face while she pointed her finger at both of us like she was laying down royal law. The girl had practica

Corbin’s POV After Traci and the kings returned from the dungeon with the news that Darci had vanished, escaped, been rescued, or whatever the hell people wanted to call it, the first thing she did was mindlink me and tell me to meet her in her suite. That had been ten minutes ago. Since then, she hadn’t sat down once. She paced the entire length of the room like a caged animal, turning sharply every time she reached a wall before marching right back the other direction. Every few seconds her eyes drifted toward the door as though answers might suddenly decide to walk inside and introduce themselves. Unfortunately, answers seemed to be in short supply lately. “What do you think their next move is?” she asked while starting another lap around the room. “I don’t know.” For once, I actually meant it. Normally I could guess people’s motives. Usually I could predict what idiots were going to do before they did it. Ralph and his little group had completely abandoned predictable somewh

Unknown POV Maddox had already called at least ten times. Maybe even more. At this point, I had stopped checking. Every time my phone lit up, it was him asking the same questions. Had she woken up? Was she alright? Had she said anything? Was she eating? The first few times I patiently explained that Darci was still unconscious. Unfortunately, that answer only created a completely different problem because then he started worrying about why she hadn’t woken up yet. There was no winning. If she slept, he worried. If she woke up, he’d worry. If she sneezed, he’d probably call a healer. A small movement from the bed finally pulled my attention away from the latest message waiting on my screen. About damn time. Darci shifted beneath the blanket and let out a quiet groan before rolling onto her side. The sedative was obviously wearing off. Figuring she’d wake up hungry, I crossed the room and gathered a few things from the supplies I’d brought earlier. Chips, snack cakes, crackers, a