All Chapters of My Werewolf Heartbeat: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

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'

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

I glanced at the analog gold watch on my wrist and then sighed in disappointment. I was about two hours late. I passed through the long stony bridge which served as a boundary between the humans in stone city and we, the Lycans. After driving at the highest speed the old vulnerable sedan could afford, I was staring at the high-rise buildings in the human stone city with the noisy clattering of busy motorists and pedestrians. It was a lot more stressful than our side of stone city. I had to release my leg from the throttle more times than necessary, as the city was too busy and rowdy with people crossing the roads without even bothering to look left or right. The road leading to the first-class estates was free and less rowdy but I still couldn't move fast as I was watchful of the greedy human traffic officials who were looking desperately for a chance to detain anyone. And the worst thing was for me to create a scene in the human world. We

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