All Chapters of The Lycan King's Silver Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I fled as if the devil was pursuing me. With each strong step, my wolf form tore through the woodland at full speed, claws burrowing deep into the ground and paws hammering the ground. Green and brown lines of trees blurred past me. The wind blew over my fur, but it had no effect on the wrath that burned in my chest. With my teeth bared and my eyes flashing crimson with rage, my wolf was growling incessantly. He hissed repeatedly, "She's ours." *She was taken from us by that scumbag. For this, we'll make them all bleed.I didn't hold out for my soldiers. I didn't hold out for Glenn. They were too feeble, too slow, and too worthless. With my pulse pounding like war drums and my muscles burning, I pushed my body harder, leaving them far behind. With each stride, I got closer to Jesse, my pack, and whatever scheme she had devised. I required it. I wanted something to make this humiliation into a bloody, sweet victory.I didn't care that my lungs were burning as my wolf pushed harder. T

I couldn't breathe after the impact, and my mouth tasted of dirt and an unpleasant organic substance. Fantastic. Excellent. I could feel the chilly muck soaking through the cloth all the way to my skin, and my lovely dress was completely destroyed.Then I heard it. A laughed. Sharp, high, and utterly thrilled.With muck trickling over my face, my head shot up and I beheld the most frustrating thing I've ever seen. With a phony little smile on her painted face, Kattie stood there staring down at me with her palm outstretched in an obviously unhelpful gesture. She appeared to be a cat acting as though she had just knocked a vase off a table.She exclaimed, "Oh my," in a voice so full of worry that even I could see it was entirely fake. "Oops, I didn't notice you there."I gazed at her hand as if it were a serpent ready to strike. Did she believe I was foolish? Did she really believe that I would accept her hand and allow her to lift me up as if we were buddies or something? I would most

I accelerated after Icarus, my boots striking the cobblestones with such force that they echoed off the adjacent wall. My mind was elsewhere...on numbers, on losses, on the gathering shadow of trouble that had crept over Blackfang Pack like a dark cloud.The Crimson Ledger Trading Company, a vast complex of stone structures and warehouses that served as the foundation of our pack's economy for three generations, was located at the outside of our territory. It was built from nothing by my grandfather. It had been enlarged by my father. I had inherited it and built it into something my forebears could never have imagined...a business that sold commodities across three territories, employed hundreds of wolves, and brought wealth streaming into our coffers year after year.Up until now.Icarus held open the thick oak door for me, and as I entered, I was greeted by the familiar sight of iron chandeliers, wooden rafters, and the lingering stench of paper and ink that seemed to permeate eve

Outside, the cries became more audible. Even through my study's heavy stone walls, I could hear them. Inside me, my wolf howled, yearning to be freed.I froze when I stepped out onto the front stairs.A throng had assembled. Numerous pack members—possibly hundreds. They raised wooden boards into the air. My eyes were scorched by the words that were inscribed on them.A HYPOCRITE IS ALPHA RONAN!He sleeps with his own beta while punishing gay wolves!Abhorrent!DOWN WITH RONAN!Before my eyes, the characters swirled. My hands shuddered. My teeth hurt from clenching my jaw so tightly.I was being called weak by them. I was being called a liar by them. In front of everyone, they were calling me out.My inner wolf bared its teeth. Permit me to leave. I'll rip them to pieces.I marched back inside after turning on my heel. The marble flooring resonated with my boots. My heart pounded on my chest.In the corridor, Jesse was waiting. Her hair was still disheveled from earlier, and she had hu

My heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears as I sprang upright in bed. It was the same scratchy murmur from the night I first saw Thor—the deep, old voice had returned. Buried in the mist of pleasure and misery at the time, I had thought I had dreamt it. However, this time, my mind.The voice growled, dripping with something that sounded almost like satisfaction, "You smell of him." Your skin is aware of your skin. Your blood is aware of it. He is your partner.I was bumping the bedside, thumping, bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping, bumping into the cold. A silver silver silver silver silver knick clattered, clattered, clattered. I pressed my trembling palms to my pounding heart."What the hell?" My voice cracked as I whispered out loud. "Are you real? Am I losing my mind?"Holding my breath, I waited. Heartbeats were interspersed with silence. The voice then reappeared gradually, gentler this time, like a wolf curled up to sleep.L