All Chapters of The Lycan King's Female Alpha Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THIRD PERSON'S POV"Right. I remember. Jamal Beaconsfield, son of the Beta!" Georgina squealed.Zoey glanced at her and she could see how smitten Georgina was over Jamal. She already made her cleavage pop out and was biting her finger, like warming up for an erotic night with Jamal.And it wasn't just Georgina, it was all the girls in the hall. Every one of them had their eyes on Jamal, and it was just a matter of seconds before he got swarmed up by them.Truth be told, she couldn't blame them so much. Jamal was a sexy guy, with a dark aura and erratic attitude. And, right now, with the booze completely taking over him, he seemed to be a bit vulnerable. Any girl would want to take advantage of the moment. But what was he doing here? Zoey quizzed herself again. Jamal doesn't come to nightclubs. He had always been too stuck up for that. So what he doing here, looking like a complete hobo?She glanced around the jammed hall, hoping to see Zach. Maybe the bartender would call him again t

THIRD PERSON'S POV"Good morning, Master Jamal." The lined-up servants chorused in unison as he made his way down the stairs.He gave a curt nod and headed to the dining area. Luther was already seated on his chair, digging into his cookies and skimming through a magazine.Jamal joined him quietly, muttering a quick 'good morning' and fixing his gaze on his plate of cookies. He ate rather ravenously 'cause of the rumbling in his stomach.Luther didn't bother striking up a conversation so they both enjoyed the silence. "Where's Mother?" Jamal broke the silence."She had something to take care of. So she left at dawn." Luther replied brusquely, not sparing him a glance."And Zach?" Jamal added a bit nervously. "What time did he leave?""Zachary wasn't here," Luther replied. "But Zoey was, last night.""Zoey?" Jamal arched his brow. "What was she doing here?""She brought your drunk-ass home.""She what?!" Jamal was confused. "I thought…" He wanted to argue that it was Zach who'd come t

THIRD PERSON'S POVZach pushed the main door open, walking into the house. He had his duffel bag hanging on his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs.Quick footsteps from behind made him halt and turn around."Father." He bowed, holding the straps of his bag. He was self-conscious of how depressingly casual he looked.Denim black, ripped pants. Black hoodie. His auburn gold-fleck hair was an unruly mess, falling heavily to the side of his face. He hadn't bothered with looking very noble this morning. He'd just wanted to sneak in, get some more clothes and other important stuff and get out. Unnoticed. "Let's have a quick talk, son. Please." Gamma Micah said calmly, gesturing on the way to his study.Zach sighed, dropping his back and following his Father. The walk to the study was short and quiet."Have a seat." Gamma Micah pointed at one of the mid-back chairs, while he went around the mahogany table to settle in the high-back office chair.Zach settled on the chair, crossing a

THIRD PERSON'S POVThe dark, eerie path ahead was the cue Zoey needed to kill off her engine and walk the remaining road ahead. No way could she ride through the narrow path.With a sigh and a nervous gulp, she alighted her car. Dressed in all-black attire, it was easy to sync with the darkness. With her hoodie in place, she grabbed the touch from the passenger seat and the bag of money with her gloved hands.She looked around for the thousandth time, making sure no one was keeping a tail on her. She was more wary of Luther and his minions, and that was why she kept checking. Just to be a million percent sure.Convinced that she wasn't being followed, she started down the eerie path. She put a leash on her urge to gag from how dirty and disgusting the path was. It was the ghetto side of the Pack, and only bums, thugs, and dirt-poor werewolves live in this area.Zoey was scared, disgusted, and furious. Why the hell did he have to ask her to meet him here? What happened to the fancy ho

THIRD PERSON'S POVZach had his hands on the steering as he lowered his tinted glasses, looking out the window at the dark, stinky area. The area looked dangerous, but that was the least of his worries. He could deal with whatever danger looming around. As long as he would find that damned thug. He'd spent all day haunting his ass, searching every ghetto area of the pack. He had to be living in one. A bum like him wouldn't love to be anywhere else. There are a couple of ghettos in the pack and he visited all of them. It was hard describing him when he didn't have any pictures of him. But then, he did his best to draw a sketch, highlighting his unethical tattoos and his disgusting, ruined dentition. That was enough for anyone to recognize the sketch and they directed him down here.This place looked like it was chewed and spat out by the devil himself. How the hell could someone live here?!He used his heightened visions to scope the area, looking for a possible route to go in and ho