Semua Bab Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Betty POV"Get up off the floor before you freeze," Adriel says.He does not knock. He just rattles the handle and shoves the heavy oak panel open, his wide shoulders instantly blocking out the hallway light. His eyes drop straight to where I am sitting. My knees are tucked tight against my chest in the narrow gap right behind the door.I do not move. I keep my back pressed against the cold skirting board. My fingers grip my ankles until my knuckles go white. Yesterday, the golem shattered. Yesterday, the spell on Bexley broke. And last night, Luca crept into the dark corners of my mind to whisper that I belong to him and no one else. The weight of it is a physical pressure in my ribs."Betty?" Adriel steps into the room. The thick soles of his boots click against the floorboards. "What are you doing back there?""Thinking," I say. My voice is too dry. It rasps in the quiet room.He stops two paces away. His shadow falls directly over my lap

Betty POVThe tarmac was a blurred streak of grey, and the vibrations from the floorboards were rattling straight up my spine. Every bump in the uneven road hit like a physical punch. My stomach rolled. A sudden, violent wave of nausea surged up my throat, thick and acidic."Stop the car," I choked out, slamming my hand against the front seat. "Stop it now."The tyres screeched against the loose gravel at the edge of the road. Before the vehicle even came to a complete halt, I threw the door open, stumbled onto the grass verge, and fell to my knees. I retched, my hands digging into the dirt as everything inside me burned.You are used to cars, Betty. What is happening?Adriel’s voice snapped inside my mind, sharp with instant panic.I do not know, I thought back, squeezing my eyes shut as another wave of sickness hit. It feels like someone just rammed a fist into my stomach. Like someo

Nina POV“Drink it before it gets cold,” I say.I slam the heavy ceramic bowl onto the scarred timber table. The gray kitten under the stove doesn’t even flinch. It just keeps licking its paws, eyes locked on the puddle of spilled milk near my boots.Jethro doesn’t move. His hand stays wrapped around the handle of the pram. He stares out of the kitchen window, his jaw tight enough to crack a tooth.“He is sleeping,” Jethro says.His voice is too low. It has been like this for three days. Ever since Mitchell took the elite warriors into the northern ridge to hunt for Novalee, the castle has felt like an empty tomb. The silence is a physical weight. It sits on my chest every time I wake up in the dark.“He needs to eat,” I say, crossing my arms over my apron. “And you need to stop pacing the floorboards like a caged beast. You are going to wear a hole straight through to th

Adriel POV"Get your filthy hands off my clothes before I snap your fingers backwards."I do not look at the blonde wolf clawing at my sleeve. I do not look at the three others blocking the gravel path outside the training grounds. Ever since the bomb went off, the pack house has been crawling with them. They smile. They tilt their heads to show their necks. They track my scent through the hallways like starving dogs outside a butcher shop."We only wanted to show you the northern boundary, Alpha," the blonde whispers. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks. "The woods get confusing after dark.""Move."I take one step forward, my boots crunching hard into the stones.Elia steps up beside me, her shoulder clipping mine. The air around us turns thick and ice-cold in a fraction of a second. It is the Luna aura, heavy and suffocating, dropping over the path like a lead weight.The blonde wolf stops breathing. Her knees hit the gravel w

Betty POVThe air in the bedroom tasted like heavy metal and burnt sugar. Elia had been in here. I could smell the grease from the tray she left on the side table, but the scent of her skin was already fading under the thick, suffocating musk of the male on the mattress.Adriel was dead to the world. He lay flat on his front, his jaw jammed against the pillow, his throat letting out a wet, rattling snore that vibrated through the floorboards.My skin felt raw. April had finally stopped drawing on my reserves, her internal light settling back into my bones after hours of stitching my torn tissue together. I was healed, but my stomach felt like an empty pit.I ignored the male. I walked over to the silver dome on the table and lifted it.Steak. Cold potatoes swimming in congealed fat. I did not use a fork. I tore into the meat with my teeth, swallowing the chunks whole, barely chewing as the juices ran down my chin. I left the second plate covered. A