All Chapters of The she wolf and the wolf hunter: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

She was definitely trying to put up a bold font in front of me but I knew that she wasn't that bold. I grabbed her by her waist this time around, not planning on easily letting go of her, this time around. Grabbing her by her waist this time around felt like a really bad idea because this time around I could not focus. Her deep blue eyes captivated me and her shivering skin close to mine made me feel so comfortable.At this moment I knew that she wasn't an ordinary being, she was a wolf like me and my mate in addition. This explains it all, the attraction that I felt for her, the connection and the concern. I only felt this way because she was a strong part of me. She wasn't trying to separate herself from me, I noticed that she looked quite lost while staring at my face, this only meant that she felt the same things that I did.She felt the connection and the attraction. This was the perfect time to ask her certain questions but just when I was about to, I heard a cough, which made

After the doctor had left, I lock the door after him, breathing in heavily. I stayed in the living room rolling my eyes around while my mouth hummed. My stomach was making some grumbling noise and I gloated.I was losing my patience because my stomach keep rumbling and I resist the urge to walk into the kitchen and demanded if she was through with dinner process."Oh thank goodness," I muttered silently as I laid gently on my bed receiving the heavy punishment from stomach. "Like I was damn hungry, and I'm freaking starving that's the punishment I'm receiving."I tried to calm my nerves by breathing in and out. I was about to close my eyes when the clicked open. "Dinner is ready." Came her tiny voice, my stomach jumped for joy at the instant. I feel the worms within there trying to calm their selves."Do you want me to bring it here or you'd want it outside of your room?" She asked and I deliberated in my head on the response to give. On a normal ground, I would have preferred eating a

"Help me!” It was the scream of a woman. Loud and piercing through the night air. The voice was filled with so much fear, and plea that it stood the paws of wolves; ears of faery, and the soul of the brooding white witch—the voice of the crying pierced through the night and pooled on the heart of Alice. Waking her up from sleep, she ran at an insane speed. An angry Alice in motion was surprised at how fast her legs carried her and how weightless she seemed. She was practically floating on air. She felt a bizarre surge of adrenaline pop through her veins and even though she wanted it to stop, she couldn't control it. It was dusk and only the whisperers of the night were seen hovering because according to them, the last seed of their nemesis had been uprooted. A loud frightening belly laughter reputed behind Alice, cutting through the silence of the night and the serenity it provided. It sounded so close. As Alice turned to address the voice, she came face to face with a woman, she he

Back at the werewolf camp, Emila quietly entered the prisoner's room without anyone noticing. Her target, Nicholas was sitting on a bottom bunk with his back to her. She stopped a couple of feet away from him and immediately he became rigid and tense, undoubtedly, realizing she was nearby. Emilia had such a strong stench it was impossible for another wolf or any being with a high sensation to miss or not recognize her stench from a distance. Nicholas on his part had been acting all weird out, it seemed as though his abilities had been restrained during his stay in the prison yard. Left to the rest of the council, Nicholas would long have been dead. But no, even Emila prevented them because she had read the handwriting on the wall. It got clearer. Most buildings didn't look beautiful in their foundation state. It only becomes beautiful when the building is completed. And some buildings that appeared beautiful at the beginning stages ended up being an eyesore when it was completed. N

Jesse swung his sword left, and right, ducking the way he'd been taught to when the dummy mechanically swung its sword at him in an offensive way that would have slashed his chest, something Jesse thought would greatly please his sadistic father if he hadn't parried the strike. It was all his father's idea, making him train with a dummy. Something Jesse had thought would be easy until he realized the dummy fought harder and more expertly than anyone he'd ever trained with. Nice, Jesse bitterly thought, slashing again and missing the dummy who stepped out of the attack zone and roughly kicked at his legs, making him stumble and barely keep his balance. Jesse didn't know what to call this bloodthirsty thing fighting with him but 'dummy' didn't cover it."Watch your feet, Nicholas! You're too negligent with your feet!" His father barked from where he was sitting, munching on grapes and watching his son fight something greater than him. Jesse was suspecting that the man was getting some