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My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 87
LORD SAINT'S POV Happiness was indeed a rare choice. I said this repeatedly as I struggled to get Hillary out of my mind. I tried every method in the books, and even went as far as seeking advice from Madam Humphrey who had tons of methods which all turned out unhelpful. At first I had tried ignoring the fact that I actually liked her but the more I tried, the more I yearned for her. Then, I began seeking solution and like I had said earlier, none worked. Now, I was simply accepting the situation at hand which was the fact that I actually liked her a lot and I wished for her to be mine. But… I also knew that was almost impossible as she seemed to be so much in love with her so-called Alpha and would never want to be with a cold-hearted beast like myself. Although, the thought of not having a chance was hurtful, accepting the truth lessened the pain. I didn't deserve her and that was the truth. But like Madam Turi had once told me, you'll never find the ri
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Hillary's POVIf I had been told that Lord Saints could be found playing soccer with mere guards, I would have laughed my heart out in jest of the liar. But right before my two eyes, I watched Lord Saints laugh excitedly with twenty one other men, who looked just as excited as he was. Initially, I thought I was hallucinating but then the agape mouths and shocked eyes of both Madam Turi and Scarlett confirmed my sight. "My lord!!" Scarlett finally found her voice to say. "Scarlett." He replied while having his back to us. He bent forward and picked up the dirt-stained ball and then turned around to face us. His next expression showed that he had not been expecting Madam Turi and I to be with Scarlett. "Hillary??" He said, almost like he was questioning my presence. "Hi, Lord Saints." I said casually, in spite of my thumping chest. His amazing green eyes were fixed on me and I tried my best to endure his intense gaze but my enduran
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Hillary's POV I was so excited to visit my mum and I would have gone straight to the tower's clinic if not for Madam Turi's persistent advice and warnings. "You can't think of going there now," She said. "It's too dangerous." "I have to see her, MT." I said, with a huge smile which I couldn't seem to take off. "I really have to see her." I said, making my way out of the senior chambers main lounge. She grabbed my hands and pulled me back. "I know you want to see her and I can assure that you will, not just today." "But, what if she wakes up in the middle of the night with nobody around her." I said as a sudden fright came into my mind. "She'll be disoriented if she wakes up alone." "Hillary," Madam Turi said, guiding me to a small armchair and sitting me down. "we all are happy to hear about your mother's movement, but… I don't want you to get your hopes too high, as that might lead to you getting disappointed." "So, you believe my mother wo
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 90
It was almost noon when I woke up panting and sweating profusely. At my front were two guards who were speaking hastily into their micro earpiece. Suddenly, the door of the room swung open and an elderly woman accompanied by two young ladies all dressed as nurses hurried in, looking worried and on alert. "How are you feeling?" The elderly nurse said, sitting on the bed while checking my temperature. "I'm alright." I said as my heavy breathing reduced gradually. "They said you woke up yelling and sobbing, is that true?" She asked, still examining me. "Yeah," I said, overwhelmed by the excessive concern and care, "I just had a terrible dream." "Oh," she said assuming a sorry face. "would you care to share?" "No!" I rejected her offer sharply. "Thanks but I think I'm alright." "Okay," She said with an encouraging smile, "is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?" "No, I don't think so." I replied. She rose
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After he left, I waited until I was sure that he was far enough before I screamed and cursed at him. Annoyed, embarrassed and insulted, I fell face down on the high bed and almost twisted my nose. The two guards came to my aid but I shooed them off. "I hate you, Jordan. I hate everything about you!!" I yelled as tears stung my poor eyes. The guards who had resumed their 'statue' position were the only ones able to see my childish tantrum. If only he knew how much pain he had just caused me, he would have kept his opinions to himself. A white telephone vibrated on a reading desk situated adjacent to my bed. Dumbly, I asked. "Who's that for?" The guard who seemed to be the only one friendly enough to speak, replied me; "It's yours, ma'am." "Don't ma'am me, please!" I retorted as I made my way to the telephone. "Who's on the line?" The strict voice of MT responded. "Get your a** over here, didn't you h
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 92
LORD SAINTS POVAfter my difficult encounter with Hillary—an encounter which I had orchestrated for hours before finally performing it—i went straight to my dressing chambers where the very best fashion designers attended to me. Dressed in an exotic golden garment which made me look more like my father, I walked out into the cold, smiling and making funny remarks about the chilly weather, which brought laughter to many faces but did little in bringing joy to me. Deep down, my heart still ached from my recently executed actions. As we walked by the curb of the east wing of the enormous castle, I stared at one of the window panes and a blast of cold sadness flushed into my system. Looking at my reflection, I suddenly felt 'fake' as I wore on a pretentious smile and cracked jokes which didn't even tingle a feeling of happiness. One of the hefty expressionless guards opened a door of the shiny black limousine for me to enter but I declined the offer, to everyone'
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 93
HILLARY'S POV "C'mon, don't be sluggish!" Brianna said, pulling me along, out in the open with the snow pouring down on us. "It's cold," I said with clattering teeth, "i'm a human, okay?" She chuckled. I shrugged. "At least, a little bit human." "Hurry up, Hill." She said as we climbed mountains of freezing snow. "Hurry up?" I dragged her back, "first of all, where are you taking me to?" She grumbled. "I want to take you to the best place in stone city." I shook my head. "No way that's happening," "Why?" She asked, confused. "Are you against good things?" "No!" I retorted. "The only reason why I'm not going is because the last time someone told me that..." I paused as I recollected what had happened. After remembering, I shook my head. "After what happened that day, I want to be far away from the best things in Stone city." She giggled. "Let me guess...Hugh took you to his previous hangout spot." I laughed. "Exactly. If
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LORD SAINTS POV It took the old sedan less than an hour to get to the Lockwood's villa, which had less crowd than I had been expecting. Apart from the fact that the guests were more than ninety percent less than they usually were, the number of security officials had fallen from about one hundred to less than ten. Something was clearly wrong. The sputtering engine of the sedan stopped and Scarlett who seemed worn out from the rather tedious drive, and I came out of the sedan which was burning hot already. We were welcomed by the cautioning smile of Madam Turi, who was looking gracious in her plain ruby garment. "You both came right on time," She said, sarcastically. "What can I say, early birds, right?" I said, keeping the sarcasm present. Half smiling, MT led us into the majestic building of the Lockwood's and I was stunned by the scantiness of the building —no maids were in sight, no half-naked girls roaming with trembling fee
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CHECKMATE'S POV Fighting Ivanka turned out to be more difficult than I had expected. She had so many advantages over me, considering that she had even been my martial arts teacher not too long ago. And when I realised that the only way to stand a chance of surviving was to shift to my wolf form, it was already too late as she was capable of making a half-shift—just like Hillary, she could still be in human form and access her werewolf strength. So, I had no time to shift and was vulnerable to her attacks. I couldn't even defend myself as I had no weapons to wade her off. She rose me up in the air and flung me at the wooden wall of the cabin which cracked open. Blood oozed out of my head, soaking my entire hair within few seconds and judging from the excruciating pain at my back, I could bet that I had fractured my backbone. Moaning in pain, I watched my stepsister walk towards me with a cruel smile on her stiff face, while twirling the point
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JORDAN POV "Don't you ever give up?" I asked in annoyance. "Yeah, I do sometimes but not when Hillary is involved." He said, dropping the torchlight. "Why do you have a death wish?" I asked, even though I knew how weak and injured I was, I wasn't scared of a werewolf. But Dylan was an exceptional fighter and a dangerous one too. He flashed a wicked smile as he revealed the short blade beneath his coat. "I don't have a death wish anymore," He said. "All I want is for the world to be a better place without you Lycan Demons involved." "That means, you don't also want Hillary as she has Lycan blood in her." He remained quiet. Then he raised the blade up for the little ray of light that dimly lit the arena to meet and then I realized that this was more of a threat than I had anticipated. There was a green liquid on the blade and from the instant repulsive feeling I received, I knew it must be dangerous to Lycans, but I wasn't sure, so I as
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 119
HILLARY'S POV I was on the floor, wailing like a widow when I heard some spectators scream, but not in happiness but a scream of terror. Wait, did Ivanka miss? Or did it meet... Oh no! I sprang up to my feet and rushed to see who the victim was. "No!!!" I screamed out when I was CM pinned to the ground with a five-foot spear stuck in his chest. I pushed the petrified Ivanka away and hurried down the stairs to meet CM. When I arrived, after pushing through the grieving crowd, I met CM lying in a pool of his own blood. The pale-looking Dylan was wailing in agony while Jordan stood akimbo, with an inscrutable and blank facial expression. I fell to my knees beside his dying body. "Please, don't go!!" I pleaded as blood flowed down his mouth. "Take h-him a-away, she'll kil-l him." He struggled to utter as his life slowly seeped out of him. "No," I wailed. "How did this happen?" I yelled out. To my surprise the angry crowd began pointing f
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 118
CHECKMATE POV I had been watching her for days. Ever since our last discussion or argument, I had done a lot of thinking and I'd come to realise that I was wrong, but I didn't' know how to make amends, so I started by convincing Dylan to take her back to her room. I even convinced Mr. Grono, the chef to prepare her French breakfast. But, I knew those things were too irrelevant as I still felt so much guilt and shame. I was watching her again. She was with her Lycan King, and from her grip on his shirt, I could tell she was begging him not to fight, which appeared to be a little bit late as our Alpha was already fixed on the fight. She loved him, that part was clear to me. But why? I guess that wasn't my business. She's an adult and I'm just a kid, anyway. The fight would take place the following day and the whole pack was in fear, some people were even scared of sleeping while the monstrous Lycan King was amongst them. They all blamed Hillary, and they had solid
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 117
HILLARY'S POVEight days. Eight days, eleven hours.Although I was no longer in the dark room and neither was I being kept prisoner, I still had a keen interest in staring at the time.Dylan had also decided to take me back to my old room, for reasons I had no idea of.Today had been fairly horrible unlike all the other seven days which had been nothing but chaotic and terrible.I had woken up with a fabricated smile and had prayed genuinely like I did on every morning two years ago, the only difference being that now, I wasn't praying for freedom anymore.I took my time brushing and enjoyed my hot water bath. Later, I ordered for a French breakfast which was delivered by a grim chef, giving me killer looks as he gave me my breakfast. At first, I considered disposing the food In fear of being poisoned but then, I thought against it and consumed my breakfast happily with no worries.Now, I was staring from my balcony at the farm where at least fifty men, women and children were working
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 116
Lord Saints POV It's been one full week since Hillary's disappearance and to be honest, I wasn't certain if she had been abducted or if she had gone back willingly. Either way, it hurt me more than anything else had hurt me in years. Initially, I had been crazed and had quickly switched over to my old side. The whole castle had been trembling and fear had consumed everyone. Then, I realized that I didn't want that. The fear I had once cherished and fed on wasn't desirable to me anymore. Being with Hillary truly changed me more than I had noticed. Now, although I was sad and downcast, I wasn't bitter like I had been before. And to be sincere, I loved this new side of me. Early that morning, I strolled down to the royal cemetery with two bouquets of pink roses—which signified gratitude—in my hands. My first stop was at the grave of Finn Johannesson (Scarlett's younger brother) who had died eight years ago from an incurable disease. He had been her only
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 115
It's been six days I've been here. Six days and fourteen hours to be precise. How would I know that? Well, I've been staring at the large pendulum clock in the dark room I had been kept for the past six days. After I had finally realized that I had been cruelly betrayed by someone who I had believed was closer to me than anyone, I had thought that I'd be punished or even persecuted for fleeing with the Lycans, but rather I had been welcomed with Dylan's open arms. Just when I was about to get relaxed and relieved, Dylan leaned forward to kiss me and I swiftly dodged his kiss like a bullet. Then, I saw his true emotions. His countenace had changed instantaneously and he had ordered for my apprehension in this godforsaken room where I had been locked up. Ever since then, Dylan had visited me repeatedly, during which he had taken his time to badmouth Jordan and the Lycans—not like his words had any effect on me. To add to my predicament, the worst happened the p
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 114
HILLARY'S POV After convincing the clinic's staffs to release Checkmate and I for a brief morning stroll, CM and I wandered the castle gardens, talking ceaselessly about what we had both experienced in the brief period of time we had been apart. I watched him run his mouth and I couldn't deny the happiness and satisfaction that thrilled my heart. "I heard you once teamed up with Brianna?" I asked as he played with one of the castle's fountains. "Who is Brianna?" "A blonde Lycan girl, about your age?" "Oh," he let out. "Is she that naughty and arrogant know-it-all who assisted us in taking you home?" I chuckled. "C'mon, don't insult her. She is one of my friends, okay? She acted as a constant reminder of you when you were away." He snorted. "I doubt that. She and I aren't alike in any way." "Hmm, but you both are smart kids with high ambitions." I said, amused by his childish denial. He laughed. "High ambitions. What does she want to be
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CHECKMATE POV "What is he doing here, Hillary?" She looked back at him and returned her gaze to me. "That is..." "I know who he is," I said, angrily. "He is the Lycan beast, isn't he?" The bewitchingly attractive man smiled, much to my surprise. "I have a lot of names, boy, and that one you mentioned is my all time favorite." "Do you think this is funny," "Checkmate, stop!" Hillary yelled at me. "Just calm down, okay?" "Why?" I asked in annoyance. "Tell me one reason why I should calm down when this murderous bastard is in here?" The man's smile wavered but he didn't utter a word. "For God sake, stop being rude." Hillary said, noticeably offended. "I don't get it, why are you defending him?" "I am not, okay?" She said, "I am not because there is nothing to defend about him." "You don't mean that, do you?" I asked, bewildered. "This man is a murderous bastard that killed just how many members of our pack." "That wasn'
