All Chapters of Bride To The Island Wolf : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

There was no one around the cabins when Ted and her friend were thrown on the ground. So no one could come to their rescue, and no one saw that Avril and Verona were capable of doing that. The two ladies and the maidens walked out and closed the door. They headed to that field were they saw while coming to the cabins.“That was sick, my lady,” Aida cooed and jumped excitedly. Even Gia couldn't hide her excitement.“Did you see the look on their faces as they laid on the ground there?” she asked and giggled with Aida.“Who did they think that you were? Some girls who missed their way to a fighting tournament?” Aida asked rhetorically.“Well, it seems they already realized that they were the ones who missed their way here,” Avril joked and they laughed.“That is how these tournaments are...always. People try to trample on others for the sake of their pride or for them to look big and almighty. It's either you stand up for yourself, or you'll just become a victim of someone else's fun mo

Prince Dakar was standing in the middle of three Palace guards, all looking as angry as he was. He was wearing a dark blue double-vested overcoat without the buttons,and a black cotton turtleneck sweater was worn inside. With the way he was dressed, it was obvious he had just returned from wherever he went to and came straight to the Tournament. And he never carried Royal Guards when he was just going around.The man who was standing right before him staggered back, and almost stepped on Avril if she hadn't yelped and he shifted. He looked down at her, then up at the Prince, then down at her again.“W-woman?” he stuttered. Prince Dakar's eyebrows were so tightly furrowed that his forehead creased deeply. He looked down at Avril and his anger seemed to double up. Everyone could feel those hot waves radiating from him and prickling at their skin. Avril shut her eyes and whimpered. Her injuries did not like his Alpha waves. Instantly, they stopped emitting and the look in his eyes soften

It was a staring competition, and no one was backing down. Dakar's look was filled with fear, anger, worry, confusion, shock and horror. And Camper felt really downtrodden because of it. His best friend had totally changed from that day he disappeared over five decades ago, and he had succeeded in hiding everything behind a strong facade. How did he manage to stay within a shell for so long?Dakar finally looked away from Camper, tugged the cigar on a small ashtray beside him and placed his head on the wheel with his eyes closed.“Dakar,” Camper called gently. His friend stayed that way for the next one minute. Then he looked up with red eyes, moist eyes.“If you easily found out, then others would know too. Has it been that obvious? Avril, she must be in trouble if someone else already figured this out.” He blurted out hastily. Then his face stilled as if he remembered something horrific.“They paid people to hurt her. Could it be that she's already their target? Oh my God! No, this

Avril noticed that something was wrong with Ñiraka as they made it to the Ring. It was the semi finals, and she had worked so hard. Dakar was fully against her fighting, but he couldn't stop her. Instead, he decided to help her pass through the stages by training her at night. He had known about the method of the tournament's challenges for a very long time, and could predict the next challenges. After a week of it all, he was proud to see that Avril and Verona had reached the semi finals. Avril had been scared a little, because from here onwards the rules were reduced. Contestants could now use full power, or even mischief to win as long as they were fighting while at it. But Dakar assured her she was more mischievous than them. Besides, the greatest power they had over her was speed and shifting ability. But he had somehow managed to thwart that ‘speed’ aspect in the fighting arena. Their speed would be reduced drastically and they wouldn't be in control of it.“And as for the shift

Verona led the girl's to the kitchen downstairs and closed the door. The kitchen was a place the Prince hated people entering so he wouldn't easily suspect she had taken them there. Besides, he seemed to be going to stay beside Avril for sometime.“Is something wrong?” Chidi asked as she suspected something awkward with the way Verona was acting.“Girls, Prince Dakar had been acting way too different lately. Do you know he almost killed Ñiraka back at the Tournament Ring? If not for Camper, there would be no Ñiraka right now,” Verona whispered to the girls.“What are you suggesting?” Nana asked.“That those two could truly be connected like we suspected. Right, Verona?” Chidi spoke up.“You are right, Chidi. I highly suspect Dakar and Fiorella are connected. Or that he is even getting bits of his memory back,” she replied.“You know, earlier when we ran to him. I said we were Avril's friends and he didn't even look confused when I mentioned her real name. He instantly knew we were tal