LOGINShare
Chapter 97
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Related chapters
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 98
LORD SAINTS POV Talking about opening new chapters, the one chapter which I desired to flip open was boldly titled 'Hilary Hunter'. In the past few months, I had desperately tried to understand my feelings towards Hillary and I could now say that... I sort of fancied her. To be honest with myself, I didn't just find her really attractive, my feelings for her was deeper than that. Astonishing as it might be, about six months ago, I wouldn't have believed that I would spare the daughter of Anthony Hunter for more than one second. For several years, I had mused and dreamt of how I'd destroy and wreck havoc on every werewolf soul for killing every one I'd ever loved and for ruining my childhood and hopefully not, my life. Then about a year ago, I'd found out about Hillary, one of the surviving daughters of Anthony Hunter, who had been under the supervision of Anthony's Luna—Gladys. My mercenaries had been too late in abducting Hillary as they had met no
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 99
HILLARY'S POV I woke up to the cawing of crows and I wouldn't say it was the best sight to see in the morning. I found myself on a soft bed which had a warm welcoming scent. Rising up and stretching fully, I gave a quick glance at the room. The fact that it was painted in baby pink made me realise immediately whose room i was in. I walked into the toilet to pee and wash my morning face when my hands impulsively went to my pocket, which was a thing of habit. My phone wasn't on me, so, I rose up, washed my face and then began the search for my phone. After about five exhausting minutes, I gave up and concluded that whosoever took me in here must have left my phone in the sitting room. Just then did my feet jab the edge of the bed, making me reach down to comfort my aching toe. In the process, I caught sight of my phone under the bed. "There you go." I said, reaching down to it. I gasped aloud when I turned on the phone and saw fifty five
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 100
HILLARY'S POV I walked into the chambers with my heart in my mouth. Somehow, seeing Jordan had worsened my anxiety. My breathing became irregular and stressed as the air seemed thinner and it felt like I was on the verge of falling unconscious. "Where were you all night?" Jordan's deep voice resounded in my ears. I turned around to face him. He had a scary facial countenance on, signifying that he wasn't in a good mood at all. "Uhm... I was in... I stayed over at Brianna's place." I replied, struggling with my words formation. This was wrong! This wasn't the right time. The stern frown fixed on his face indicated that he was really annoyed and now was definitely not the time to say anything about my feelings for him. His face tightened with a scowl. If looks could kill, I would have been six foot under already. "It's not safe for you to walk about in this city. Especially because you're a werewolf and almost every one on the road can pe
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 101
LORD SAINTS POV Now if this wasn't the worst time for 'an emergency', then I wonder what is. I looked at Hillary, who was now settling on her feet and adjusting her cloth. "I'm..." I began, apologetically. She rose her palm up to stop me. "...don't mention it, Jay." She said as the cutest smile broke out of her face. "I understand." Elated to see her unbothered, I took her hands and bowed to kiss them. "Stop it." She giggled as I kissed her all over her soft and fragile hands. "My lord." Roared Scarlett outside. "I'm sorry but your attention is direly needed in the courtroom." "I'll be there in a minute." I replied, then let out a low disappointed sigh. "It's alright." Hillary said, encouragingly. "Your people need their Emperor." More disappointed than my appearance was giving out, I regretfully let go of her hands Then, I marched up the spiral stairs into my royal dressing closet. There, I took my red royal garment with the
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 102
CHECKMATE'S POV Two Weeks AgoA day had passed since Hillary's escape and I walked restlessly around the pack house, seeking refuge in my rampant movement and unnecessary assistance to Abby at the bar—Until she pissed me off. Handing me a strawberry with whipped cream cupcake, Abby said, "I never believed you could be so useful and hardworking in the bar." I shrugged my shoulder casually as I stuffed my mouth with the cupcake and picked up another one. "Although, I don't really like your new silent attitude but overall, you've changed for better." She bit into her cake and with her mouth full, she said, "It seems like Hillary's truancy and betrayal has done you great good." I stopped chewing as my heart sank. In the last twenty four hours, about three-quarter of the pack have told me of how Hillary's so-called shameful betrayal has been so helpful to me. "Fed up." I muttered to myself. "What did you say?" She asked, giving her cake a break.
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 103
HILLARY'S POV. "Oh my!" I cried as I ran to him. I pushed my way through the guards and fell to my knees beside him. "Checkmate." I sobbed. I rose his head up but his beaten eyes were closed and his mouth was swollen and bloody. "No, no, no." I cried, shaking his lifeless body "Who is the boy?" Jordan asked. I was too terrified to respond so Madam Turi replied him. "This is Hillary's friend... and my friend too." Jordan heaved a bogged down sigh before giving out an order. "Guards!" They all stood at attention. "Take the boy to the clinic." He concluded. Two guards stepped forward and walked over to us to take Checkmate but Madam Turi shooed them away. "My lord." She bowed to him, then resumed. "I'd like to take care of the boy myself." "And why would you trouble yourself when you have about fifty junior doctors who will be willing to treat him." Adamantly, Madam Turi insisted. "Please, my lord. It will be of no distr
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 104
LORD SAINTS POV "Who is the boy?" She walked in and closed the door. "He's a werewolf." "I know that already," I said. "What I mean is, who is the boy to her... and you?" "He's her friend and my friend too... He helped me when I was captured by those horrid wolves." I took my gaze off the garden, which was still under renovation after the chaotic protest had destroyed it. Madam Turi was carrying a long face which didn't really surprise me as I had already developed an early intuition of the boy's fate. "Is he dead?" She hesitated. "I tried my best, my lord but he had been badly wounded and there was very little I could do." Again, I asked. "Is he dead? Yes or no?" She looked down to the floor. "Yes, my lord." I turned back to the busy gardeners working under the heat of the blazing sun. The weather was really crazy, terribly cold and freezing at night and super hot during the day. "How is Hillary?" "Bad." She replied. "Re
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 105
HILLARY'S POV Fate? Is that even real? I asked myself as I stared at the lifeless figure of Checkmate. Fate? I could still remember when Dylan had talked to me about fate. Then, I had been planning to run away and have a normal good ol' life with no Gladys and Steve to torture me. If only I'd known how terrific and unpredictable life was, I might have not made half of the mistakes I'd made already. Dylan and I were fated to each other and by all customs are meant to be together as Alpha and Luna, but somehow I feel different. Of course, I definitely feel this strong connection to him, something more celestial than natural. An aura which attracts us to each other. But it's different from what Jordan and I have. If I'm sure of one thing, it's that I'm in love with Jordan. I'm sickly in love with him. A natural feeling which has grown on me, unlike what I had with Dylan. It wasn't spontaneous, although the first day I had seen Jordan, I had been mesmerized by his good looks
Latest chapter
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 121
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
My Werewolf Heartbeat Chapter 120
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
My Werewolf Heartbeat chapter 113
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'
