All Chapters of The Lycan King's Female Alpha Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

THIRD PERSON'S POV "There's a male human in the Packhouse?!" Luther gasped, eyes almost popping out in shock. It was the most outrageous news he'd expected to get this morning. "Yes," The woman replied with a bow. His spy. She'd showed up at his house a few minutes ago with the little gossip. "How did that happen? How did he get in? What is Jordy doing about his intrusion?" "Nothing. He only asked that the human be released and brought to his room." "What?!" Luther flared up. "Why would Jordy give such an outrageous order?" "I think the human is his friend," "A human friend? That's fucking ridiculous." Luther took a drag from his cigarette and puffed the smoke upwards. The gossip was churning and sizzling. Trying to fuck with his head. A random human showed up outside the Packhouse. The sentinels beat him up and dragged him to the dungeon at first. But later on, they had to release him and take him to Jordy's room. It all seemed too shady. He was missing out on the

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV Mother broke into a sob for the umpteenth time, but quickly dabbed at her tears. "I'm sorry," her voice was croaky from how much she'd been silently crying. I was too broken to comfort her. Neither did I blame her for her emotional slips. I might not be sobbing like she was, but I was still a tad away from breaking down into tears. Father had a seizure. A more severe one than the last. We already invited a modern doctor of the neighboring Pack to attend to him. They've been locked in Father's chambers all morning. Mother and I insisted on sticking around but we got shooed away. Probably because Mother was crying too much and the doctor found it distracting. We tried to get her to quiet down but when we couldn't, the doctor asked us to excuse them. Being out here didn't make her cry any less. Nah, on the contrary, it triggered more tears from her eyes and made her grow more restless. "Do you think he's alright, Jordy?" She turned to me in tears.

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV I woke up to find big, muscular arms wrapped around me, a heavy leg resting on mine, and eyes watching me with a mix of emotions. Our faces were just an inch apart, so I could feel his breath on my skin. Arlo. He looked hotter than ever with his tousled hair and slightly plump lips from our rough kisses last night. For a moment, I wondered if everything that happened last night was just a dream. But seeing his eyes on me and breathing in his intoxicating scent sent a wave of relief through my body. "Good morning, beautiful," he smiled. "What's on your mind?" It had been so long since I heard his voice in the mornings. Extra deep. Groggy. Husky. "Nothing," I shook my head. "Just…just wondering if all that last night was a dream." "What?" Amusement ran through his eyes. "You get fucked that hard in dreams? Really? Who's that guy?" "Arlo!" I swatted his arm, giggling at his naughtiness. But my cheeks burned crimson. I sure have missed him. His jea

THIRD PERSON'S POV Ivan checked his wristwatch again, sighing and slouching in his seat. His gaze traveled to the fenced walls of Orlando's residence, making him huff. It's been an hour since he sat out here, right opposite their gate. Waiting. Still, no sign of Zoey. Going inside wasn't an option. This wasn't his Pack, and he wasn't acquainted with the girl. All he knew about her were the photos Arlo showed him of the girl and the conversations she had with the thug. He didn't know her personally enough to go inside their house and demand to see her. So sitting out here was the only way, even though his butt was getting numb from sitting too long. Two hours and thirty minutes. Ivan wasn't having it anymore. He turned on the ignition, ready to head back to the Packhouse. Arlo would have to come up with another strategy to see and talk to the Zoey girl. Because this 'waiting' strategy was a huge flop. Just about the same second, their massive iron gate was opened and a ca

KING ARLO'S POV "I'm so glad you returned, Son." Luna Cora gushed, amidst the tears tainting her tired face. She hugged me again, and then gave me another kiss on my forehead. "It's good to see you again, Ma'am." I smiled. She nodded with a more hearty smile, still cupping and caressing my face. "It's good to see you too, son. So good." She kissed my forehead again. It was a bit smoldering but I loved every bit of it. I kept my smile civil and my face void of emotions but my heart was wriggling in pain. Luna Cora looked agonized. A withered mess. A complete shadow of herself. It was fucking understandable. Her mate was on the verge of death. She knew that and was literally counting down to the second when she'd lose him. She had every reason to look so miserable but it hurt me to see her this way. It was breaking me into bits. Right now, I couldn't help but hate myself for leaving. I should have stayed. For her. For her mate. For the faith and trust they had in m