All Chapters of Hiding My Lycan Twins From My Blind Alpha Ex: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EMILYI’d lost track of the time I’d spent deliberating with Cyril and the other members of the council. They had come up with numerous ways to tighten security and get news about Ayla’s current location to appease Ragnar, but I was more focused on how to get out of this rage-induced prison he had created for us.I left the room as they debated their obvious options and found Lionel lying on the couch in the study, staring at the gems in the ceiling with a blank expression.“Lionel, can we talk?”“No.”“Well, Ragnar has forced us to be within the same walls; we might as well have a conversation.”“Proximity does not imply communication,” he replied, and I scoffed.“Oh, stop it with the pretentious remarks. Do we have to bicker like this all the time?”He shifted his gaze from the ceiling, glanced at me for a moment, then rolled his eyes. “We’re not bickering. I don’t want to talk to you.”“We’re not going to find a solution if you keep up that attitude.”“I told you before, I’m not in

DAVEI stood at the entrance of the abyss and shook my head angrily. Ayla was in over her head, and she had grown stubborn over the years. She wasn’t answering my questions, and it would be harder to follow her with that arrogant Ragnar following her around. I was irritated about that above everything else. I had come all this way to get what I needed, and as always, he was standing in my way.The memory of Ayla fighting the wolves replayed in my head, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I had never seen her move like that. When she lived with us, all she did was try to be invisible and barely trained. To see her move like a seasoned fighter slightly terrified me; it felt like something had taken over her.I didn’t want to be a victim of that, especially not in this state. For now, I would return home.I turned around and started heading towards the mountains. Cain hadn’t found her yet, which meant I still had time to go back to the healers for more potion and see what Morgana had b

EMILYI knew Lionel wouldn’t follow me. As much as he said he didn’t care about the outcome of the meeting, he knew better than to let decisions rest in the hands of Cyril and the others. With Ragnar gone and Sylvester at the borders, he was the only person left who could keep the place sane.I ran past the guards, waiting for one of them to try to stop me, but they all watched as I sprinted by. I knew the council would be annoyed when Lionel told them I was gone, so I had to put enough distance between myself and the kingdom before anyone decided to follow me.I thought about the jar and hoped whatever investigations were launched wouldn’t take anyone to my mother’s garden. My thoughts shifted to Stacy; she would’ve done a better job at hiding the wolfsbane. With her family’s connections in weapons, it would have been easier to put the cursed thing in an empty crate, then place it on a boat to another kingdom, but she preferred to wash her hands of it, as if the jar didn’t belong to

AYLAI was terrible at everything; the instructors were constantly berating me about my speed and encouraging me to drop out of the program and find something else to do within the palace. My saving grace was that I was good at the theoretical part of the training, but no one really cared.In a world where survival rested on your ability to defend yourself from danger, it didn’t matter whether you could memorize potions and maps or knew which plant could cause a rash or be the antidote to poison; it all came down to how well you could fight and defend the pack against an attack.I was severely lacking in that area, and it earned me constant trips to the dungeons and weapon storage. My punishment for not meeting up was to join the servants to clean out specific areas there, and I hated it.The servants didn’t treat me better than the others did; they always made sure I had the most tedious part of the work while they lazed around, watching until I was done or quietly adding their part

Ayla“I can get Jasper out too,” I said, and he shook his head.“You’re stubborn; it will get you killed. Wait here,” he replied and continued walking towards a door at the other end.“You didn’t tell me your name.”“You don’t need to know that, princess.”He walked out of the room and returned a few seconds later with a crate and two green bottles.“You knew I was coming,” I said as he handed the crate over.I looked at the neatly folded clothes and frowned.“Why? Because the crate doesn’t look like it was packed in a hurry?” he replied.I lifted my head and met his gaze. A smile danced at the corner of his lips, but he still managed to keep the stoic expression he had when we first met. I nodded, and he chuckled.“I am the keeper of the path you followed in here. The role has been passed down in my family for generations, and we’re always prepared for someone to come through the wall, especially in times like these.”“What’s in the bottles?” I asked, and he glanced at them.“A potio