Semua Bab The Lycan King's Female Alpha Mate: Bab 151 - Bab 160

KING ARLO'S POV “Yes, you did. You managed to convince me to leave this Pack that day with shallow and measly threats of me not being a part of this Pack and not having any rights to get involved.” “So what the hell are you doing here?” Luther growled. “Well, you see, I'm here to get involved,” I said, standing toe to toe with him, looking him cold in the eyes. “Not as Jordy's mate. But as your sworn enemy. As the man who's going to do everything to see you crumble.” His jaw clenched. “Do you have any idea that you're in my Pack, in my territory, and I can have my men hurt you for your blatant show of animosity?!” “Oh, please do.” I snorted out a chuckle. “That way, my men will have a reason to invade this Pack and tear you into pieces. Snatch this Pack right out of your darn claws. They can't do it on a normal day because it's against the law. But they sure as hell can do it if their King gets hurt. You know we Lycans take revenge very dearly.” Luther might be all gu

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV I woke up to only Arlo in the cage. He seemed to be waiting for me to wake up. Or maybe he was the one who woke me up. Because he was smiling at me. His presence was more than comforting, no wonder I slept peacefully even though there was nothing peaceful about my life and hunger was dealing treacherously with me. “Morning,” his rich baritone was music to my ears. I've missed it so much. He kissed my forehead, and I flashed him a wholesome smile. “Good morning.” I looked behind him and there was no sign of Mother. “Where did Mother go?” “Your Mother's fine. I got news for you though.” He smiled, it wasn't a wholesome smile. But it still made my heart flutter just like everything else he does. “What is it?” “You're free to go.” The words were too unreal and I was pale for seconds, forcing them to make sense. “Go where?” “Go home. We're leaving together.” He was smiling. I should be smiling too. Scratch that, I should be leaping for joy. But

KING ARLO’S POV He has always been one hell of an arrogant and audacious bastard who gets on all my nerves and that’s been one of the reasons why I never liked him. That, and the fact that he’s Luther’s son. “You want to help me bring down your father?” I spelled the words, just so we were clear, and he knew exactly what he was getting himself into. “I want to give you everything you need to destroy him completely.” He replied, eyes tight with spite and every word having a venomous effect. I was slightly taken aback and then I glanced at Ivan and Slauson. They both seemed twice as shocked, and there was the extra fear in their eyes. Jamal might be young, but he had the dark aura that hovered around the Beaconsfield men. If he ever decides to become a tyrant like his father, he would be more terrifying and vicious. He’s just got that intense dark glow that literally puts you on guard and you want to defend yourself instantly, even before he strikes. But on the contrary

MESSIAH JORDY’S POV Waking up alone in the bedroom had been slightly terrifying, but I forced myself to take a deep breath and not panic. This wasn’t my Pack. This was Arlo’s kingdom. This was his house and I could never get hurt here. My eyes were heavy and my bones were sore. How long did I sleep? Glancing at the clock and realizing it was morning made me go through a quick mental count and realize that I must have slept all through yesterday. Because the last time I was awake, it was dawn, and I’d started wailing again. Arlo was there holding me back, trying his hardest to calm me but that had been impossible. I only felt a weird sense of calmness when the syringe pierced into my skin again. He sedated me again. I must have fallen asleep right at that moment and stayed asleep all day until now. Unlike every other time I regained consciousness, I didn't really feel like wailing again. More like, I was too exhausted to. With a groan, I slowly stepped down from the bed

THIRD PERSON'S POV “Father,” Zach was up on his feet, staring nervously at the frail figure of his father, Gamma Micah, as he got down the stairs. Gamma Micah was dressed in loose pants and a loose shirt that was definitely his sleeping outfit. His eyes were groggy and his face had heavy traces of sleep stained on them. He looked every bit unamused by having his sleep cut short by a sudden mind-link from his son. “What's the problem, son? Why do you want to speak to me in the middle of the night?” “I’m sorry about the disturbance, Father. It's just…” “Are you okay? Did something happen to you?” Gamma Micah questioned, going closer to do a quick scrutiny of him. Zach stopped him with a smile. A sad smile. “I'm fine, Father.” Ever since Zoey's death, his father has become more agitated, more paranoid, and extra concerned about him. It should be a nice thing, the extra concern would have been soothing if it didn't have trauma written all over it. Zoey's demise