บททั้งหมดของ CIRI: THE LOST TRIBRID PRINCESS: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Cirilla's Point Of ViewIt was past noon, and my day so far has been uneventful. I didn't go to the gym today. Like Vince said, I took the day off.The morning had started with video games at the gaming parlor after breakfast with Lyra and the guys. Asher didn't return until a few hours ago. But he was currently in his office, together with Stefan, Wren, and Dorian. The men in uniform that came with him had left an hour ago.I was standing with Lyra and the guys and some pack members. I couldn't even hide my excitement seeing them back. I had no idea what mission they had gone for, but from the little conversation I had with Lyra it seemed they didn't find whatever they went in search of. I didn't press further.Rather, I buried my attention on the screen, just watching them play after I had had my ass handed to me repeatedly by Dorian and Andy during our rounds. I kept getting distracted by my thoughts.I felt uneasy. It started right from the second I woke up and Asher filled my hea

Asher's Point Of ViewI could only inhale her sweet scent until she fell asleep next to me. I pulled my eyes open, and they landed on her sleeping state.Gently, I pulled her into my arms, pulling up the sheets to cover us. My hand got lost in her long silky blonde hair and I began stroking it. She adjusted in my arms, relaxing in my warmth. It made me smile.I had had an exhausting long day and my lack of sleep for the last few days made it worse. But I felt a little bit relaxed just by being in my room, breathing in my mate's intoxicating scent.Even without being around, I could still smell her presence. It was nice. Slowly, every inch of the room had begun to carry her scent. There was so much going on. So much to deal with.It crushed me more than anything when I had informed Aunt Davi of the result of my team's search in Lakewood town, outskirts of Oregon. She had informed me there were new leads regarding the princess's whereabouts in a few places. So I sent Stefan and a few wa

Asher's Point Of ViewI sipped from my can of beer, ignoring the sea of bodies that danced around, the loud music, the deafening gossip, and chatter that almost bled my ears, and the blazing fire that burned right in the middle of the meadow opposite the mansion. I ignored it all and focussed my undivided attention on Cirilla Bane.She was seated on one of the outstretched armchairs, right opposite me, across the meadow. Her thoughts had no doubt drifted far away, even though her eyes were glued to the burning fire. Only the goddess knew how I wished I knew what had consumed her thoughts.Abruptly, she stood up from her chair and wandered into the woods in her blue jeans shorts and white striped singlet. I gulped down the final content of my drink, and pulled up from my chair, grabbing my jacket.I left the bonfire party that was thrown in honor of Kayla and Carl before they left for New Orleans tomorrow and I trailed behind my mate into the woods, quietly. She kept walking, under th

Asher's Point Of ViewI held the syringe tight. "That she isn't human? Yes. They fucking knew," I answered Stef's question.At first, I thought these rogues were after her because of me. That somehow they found out she was my mate and wanted to harm her to get to me. That was usually how things like these worked. But with this syringe, it was obvious they were after her for another reason.The warriors grabbed the unconscious rogue, and we headed back home in our trucks.The prisoner was taken to the pack's cell and forced awake. I was eager to get him talking. I called for the pack's doctor and wanted to leave Cirilla with her and Lyra but she demanded she wanted to be present for the interrogation.I couldn't argue. After tonight, she made me realize she isn't one to take orders or do what she's told. And I loved that about her. It was a fucking turn on for me.I guess we both were just as crazy as the other. Imperfectly perfect.I smiled to myself. I liked that.We were at the cell,

Asher's Point Of ViewThe last twenty-four hours had been beyond exhausting. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, watching my reflection for a few minutes, losing myself in my thoughts.Earlier today the pack had laid the once-great Luca Cohen to rest. I deeply hoped now he was at peace, in the arms of his mate, and he found the happiness he spoke of. I didn't believe in stuff like this, but I hoped for Dad's sake, he was happy even in death.I shut my eyes, fighting the tears that attempted to surface from the pain rooted in my chest. I was like that for minutes and only pulled my eyes open when I inhaled the delicate sweetness of baking cookies and fresh roses.Cirilla. I exhaled, instantly feeling the peace that washed over me.Cirilla came behind me and I saw her beautiful reflection in the mirror."Do you need any help?" She asked, picking up the black button-down shirt from the couch.I smiled, nodding and she was in front of me, helping me to put it on. Tonight was my in