All Chapters of Price Of Pryce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---I ran closer to the big furious beasts, one fighting to release power and show supremacy while the other was fighting for her life, and I used telekinesis to make them both stop moving. I slowly tried to control Pryce's limbs to make her release Alison, but she seemed so damn strong. Seconds passed, and I thankfully managed to make her remove her hands from the white werewolf's bleeding mouth, and I could feel my mate's anger. Now, her madness is onto me."Ali! Move!" I yelled and saw her struggling to get her opponent's right hind foot that had been on her stomach while the claws were digging deep into her flesh even though she was wearing armor.When Alison successfully got away from Pryce's hold,

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---"I'll repeat the question, and likely, I won't repeat it again. Who is Pryce?" I asserted and asked the huge creature before me, and it pointed to itself and spoke, more like growling."I am... Pryce. I am your mate, your girlfriend, and your future wife. It's me, Blair. Don't you recognize me?" I let out a sigh of relief, hearing her precise answers, and slowly, I killed the fire on both my hands.A smile crept on my face as I walked closer to her, and I noticed her tail wagging. Oh, my mate! It's really her! She's in control."Hey, Baby-blue, is it really you? Can I touch you?" I asked her, staring straight into her familiar purple eyes, and she he

*Somebody's POV* --- The footsteps of the wolf that just came in the front door of the mansion pitter-pattered down the hall, making the three women sitting at the dining area look at the creature with their smiling faces. "Donald! Son, your back! This is a pleasant surprise." Hera, the eldest of the three, greeted the naked man who shifted from his wolf form. And with a subtle wave of the left hand of Magenta, the woman younger than the rest, the black robe from the rack near the fireplace went floating in the air, and Donald grabbed the fabric to wear it. "Mother! Aunties! Good evening! I'm glad to see you all doing pretty well and looking prettier." He greeted them with a broad smile and went near them to kiss the back of their right hands.

*Pryce Winsley’s POV*---We stepped out of the ladies’ restroom to head to the secluded part of this restaurant owned by our very own lawyer and friend, Leanne Jordan, that is mainly used for meal meetings--the conference room. And we are pretty sure that they are already waiting there. We still have two minutes before the agreed time, so I presume we aren’t really that late.“Hell...oh, girls! Damn, you look so different. But it's a good difference. What happened?” Leanne greeted us, quite surprised to see our old and unusual faces, and I flashed her a cheeky smile as Blair and I took our seats on each of her sides.“Hi, Lee! Our looks? Well… we just got some… you know… we accidentally washed our faces with a soap I had found in the cupboard back

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “What are we supposed to come here for again, ladies?” I asked the women who had dragged my mate and me to stroll within the academy as the sun had finally set two hours ago. Leanne stopped in her tracks to look back at us as we walked behind them, three humans. We just stepped into the senior’s building, looking around the familiar hallway with lockers on the left side. “To see what the changes were implemented here for the last three decades of your absence, and… find something not normal.” She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spo