All Chapters of The Queen of Werewolves: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rebel's point of view: Although I was feeling a lot of pain, I tried my best not to show it. I learned that the more people who know about your weakness, the more it grows. Not that I was any better right now. I mean, the damn vampires were attacking me whenever the electricity wires touched the water. The thing is that the pain keeps growing, yet I never die. What was annoying the hell out of me, not just annoying the hell out of me, but making me furious with myself, is that I was feeling betrayed. Not because they discovered that I have a twin sister and that twin sister lived her life like a princess, meanwhile I lived as a pet for vampires. Not to mention that she got all the love and protection of the same mother who threw me away. I was feeling betrayed because the cold-looking, handsome, pretty boy vampire was there watching me being in pain and not doing anything. Like why the hell would I expect him to do anything for me? He's nothing but a filthy, rich vampire. Fun fa

Laura's point of view: I put on my jeans, then a white simple t-shirt on top. It's been a while since I took off the royal dresses. Now, I sense that it's the right time for me to start looking back at my old self. When I was young, I used to be somewhat weak, that's a fact! What also seemed like a fact was that I wanted to be strong, and not have any kind of weakness which made me a weak person. I was eager to be flawless, to be able to raise my daughter. The thing was that while trying to reach perfectness, I lost who I was. By losing who I was, I lost the only good thing that I used to have, that I used to cherish, and respect. I lost the family that was surrounding me. Thinking about it, I've been through a lot of bad luck that even power wouldn't be able to bring me out of. Yet, the family I used to have always by my side used to be the reason I survived each and every accident. They were the reason I was able to survive when I was kidnapped by Noah, and a so-called bla

Laura's point of view: I made it straight to Peter's room. Right after knocking on the door, I entered his room only to find that he was still lying on his bed. To be honest, he wasn't looking that much in pain. He seemed even better than what I used to remember, and it's all thanks to the werewolf's gene."I need your help!" I started, and he looked at me as if I grew two heads. I'm pretty sure that he's not over what I've done to him."Anything the Queen asks for!" Although his answer seemed quite the same as the gentleman Peter is, he didn't seem to be meaning it. It was as if he was feeling betrayed by my behavior, which I kind of guess he had the right to."I know you kind of feel betrayed by what I've done. I know you think that I'm one of those high-ranking people that abuse their rank, and you have all the right to do so. I mean, I should have trusted you since you were with me. You saved me from Tristan, you saved my daughter from him. Still, I lost all control over myself

Laura's point of view: "I cannot believe you at all! All I've asked you was to stay at home, to trust me, and you didn't. This was the last chance for us to work together, and you ruined it," Damien was trying to hide his anger as he usually does. "Stop being so dramatic! I wasn't intending to follow you. I trust you... But then, I was afraid to lose you," I started and he stopped me."You already lost me. And it happened to you years ago if you never noticed. Tell me, when was the last time we've been together as mates? I never was close to you for about sixteen years old. I tried, but respected you when you pushed me away. So you imagine how hard it was all for me? Of course, not! You just cannot think about anyone but yourself. My wolf was torturing me while asking about his my. Where have you been back then?""I was," I started, but he stopped me again. "Stop... List stop! I don't want to talk to you. At least not for now!"Just like that, he stamped out of the room and I was left

Rebel's point of view:I opened my eyes only to meet my sister's face, which I was grateful for.We were in a room that smells weird and that I have never seen before.It didn't take me a lot to notice that we weren't alone, there was a woman with us. The same woman that was able to walk through the shield before I backed out. Looking at her and at Avyanna, I think I kind of know why she looks so familiar.Both of them have light green eyes, the same as mine. Pale skin, not tall, not short, slim bodies. Blonde hair is not like my brown hair and similar features of course.If she wasn't looking as if she was eighteen or nineteen years old. I would have believed that she was my mother - our mother.The thing is that I don't know what my mother is,?Seriously, I don't know if she is perhaps a vampire, or perhaps a werewolf.Yet, both types won't grow up or die the moment she shifts into any wolf or turns into a vampire.This means that if she was a werewolf she perhaps shifted at her sixt