All Chapters of The Accidental Werewolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Edric's POV: On our way out of the palace, Stephen hits a button and the whole place lights up. Red lights start pulsating and a loud alarm echoes out across the grounds. Warriors peel out of their cabins, some carrying swords, running towards the palace gardens. In the absence of a sword, I’ll have to resort to using brute strength and my jaws. Next to me, Stephen already shifted. I discard my clothes as quickly as possible and shift while still pulling down my underwear. I look up and start grinning with excitement. It’s been too long since I’ve had a good battle. A hundred or more vampires fall from the skies, fangs bared, ready to attack. I’ve heard somewhere, I can’t remember where, that our blood makes them stronger. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I’d rather not find out. Out of nowhere, a vampire falls on top of me, arms wrapped around my neck, trying to bite through my thick fur. He’s young and inexperienced. I flip b

I wake a few hours later to find Edric still asleep. I sneak out of bed to go through my usual morning routine, then go to the kitchen to put breakfast together. Cedric and Stephen already took care of it, leaving a note to thank us for letting them use our couch. Feeling trapped inside the apartment, last night’s memories still haunting me, I quickly shovel some food into my mouth, then leave. I don’t know how these wolves can stand being indoors all the time. I slip out of the palace to go for a walk in the front gardens, expecting my guards to meet me as per usual, but today something else waits for me outside. I stop dead in my tracks. A large group of shirtless warriors have gathered on the lawn, crossing the forbidden barrier into the king’s sanctuary. “Luna,” one of the warriors says, and bows to me. “We desire to see the king.” “Alexander? I’ll get him--” “No,” he interrupts. “King Edric.” Oh, wow. “Edric!” I call to him through our mi

Edric’s POV: I run into Stephen in the entrance hall. “You made me your Beta,” he says before I can even open my mouth. “Yes. Is that okay with you?” “I’m just a warrior. I don’t know anything about running a kingdom.” “There’s no such thing as just a warrior. As for running a kingdom, I don’t know anything about it either. We’ll figure it out together.” I can’t imagine running a kingdom is much different from running a pack, except that I’m now also responsible for every single Alpha that lives in my kingdom. “Get Cedric and gather the tribe. Alexander plans on announcing my succession in a few hours.” I switch to our mind-link. “And tell the warriors that already bent the knee to me, that I expect trouble. I think he’s up to something.” “Yeah,” Stephen sighs. “He always has something up his sleeve.” “Hm-hm. Be careful.” “Always.” I break our link and as I walk back to the apartment, I dig my p

Something happened to me when the tribe declared Edric as their king. I remember Clarissa telling me she felt a change within herself when Darius became Alpha, which elevated her to Luna. I’m pretty sure something similar is happening to me. My magic is stronger, and I’m fully awakened now. The Goddess part also started burning brighter and stronger -- I can feel the power scorching through me like lava. It’s terrifying. I sit on the porch step, watching the tribe shift with their new king, reflecting on the last two months. How quickly things have changed. How quickly I have changed. Even Edric went through a metamorphosis and isn’t the same wolf that chased me through the woods. That night feels like a lifetime ago now. My eyes fall on two wolves in human form walking in the direction of the warriors’ cabins. It can’t be. They look just like Luca and Jasper. Still sure I’m seeing things, I get up and run through the throng of shifting wolves to catch up with the tw

Edric's POV I never wanted to tell her…I would have been happy to go to my grave with the secret. I thought I would get better, that the memories of the dungeon would fade to a bad dream once Alexander was dead, but now that I have more time to think instead of just reacting all the time, it feels like I’m getting worse. What’s infinitely more troublesome is that I started resenting Maya – started blaming her, our mate bond, for the torture. I can’t rationalise it away, and Goddess knows, I’ve tried. I put it off as long as I could, but there’s no way around it anymore. “The doctor says the external scars could fade over time, but…the internal damage may never heal.” She looks so sad for me. But the expression on her face and the pity in her eyes – that’s what I can’t handle. “Why didn’t you heal?” “My wolf was suppressed, and without him, I just never healed properly…and every day they made it worse, until the damage they cau