All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Pet: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Finlay woke up in the middle of the night. The toddler groggily sat upright as his small hand searched for the warmth of Fiona with his eyes still closed but his hand couldn't reach her, he kept touching the bed trying to touch her but ended up touching the edge of the bed. His eyes flew wide and big fat tears gathered in his eyes when he found the bed was empty. His big ocean eyes bounced around the room but she was nowhere in sight. Both the lamps were on, illuminating the room enough for him not to be afraid. Finn threw the pillow down one after another. The toddler then slid down the bed carefully. His tiny feet wriggling in the air before his toe touched the pillow and he plopped down on the floor safely. Sniffing, he padded to the restroom door. Standing on his toes he opened the door and there was no one inside. More tears gathered in his eyes blurring his vision. "Fina," The toddler said in a small voice looking around before he checked for her under the bed but she was

Fiona was shunned to silence as she swallowed thickly. Draco wanted to see her smile. Why? Was it because of that so-called infatuation of his? "Let's go to our room." She whispered and got to her feet with the baby still in her arms. Fiona walked into her room without sparing him a single glance. She put Finlay on the bed and told him to get rid of his clothes so she'll bathe him while the toddler was taking his clothes off, she went to have a word with Draco. He was standing near the walk-in closet scratching the back of his head. His back muscles flexing almost had her losing the right track for a second. He noticed her presence and turned to face her. The girl lowered her eyes. "What?" He asked nonchalantly. Fiona inhaled deeply mustering up all her courage. She walked over to him, stopping just a few feet away. Gulping, she craned her neck to match his gaze. "You need to think it through," She said, coming straight to the point. "Think what through?" He asked, confused. "

The man was sitting amidst the dark woods. The fire crackled in front of him as he drew objects on the ground with a wood stick. The dark inky night was cold with a chilly breeze. It has been three days since he last saw her. Three days since he got to inhale her flowery scent. It feels as if a century has passed since he last had a glimpse of her. Her words still raked in his head loud and clear. After when she was done with her speech. He couldn't fathom relaxing at all. He was on edge and kept losing his calm at the slightest of things that irked him. He was lashing out his anger at the staff and even Ezra noticed that he was irritatedThat was why Draco left to hunt for a few days. He wanted to clear his mind and think things through. He thought being away from her would be helpful but it seemed like it was riling him even more. One thing was obvious: she didn't like him being intrigued by her. Her point was valid though. She wouldn't be sleeping with all the men who were infat

Her face jerked to the side and numbness washed over her cheek. Her head throbbed while her ear rang. It took her a few seconds to realize what happened. Her fingers curled into a fist as she slowly faced Clarke who had a vicious look marring her face. "I suggest you not touch me, Princess Clarke," Fiona's voice was light as a feather but the warning was loud and clear. "What can you do? Would you slap me back huh?" The glint in Clarke's eyes was scary. She looked deranged. Not the kind soft princess. It was like she was hiding the demon behind her nice facade and now that monster was showing its true colors. Fiona clenched her jaw trying to control her anger. At the moment she just wants them to let Finlay go. It was like her life was stuck in that baby. "Dexter wanting to kill me is understandable but why are you so fired up to kill me?" Fiona tried to stay calm as she asked casually. Clarke stepped closer but Fiona didn't step back. She stood her ground, and Clarke glared at

Draco was in the woods sleeping soundly with his back resting on the trunk. The man wasn't afraid of any wild animal because he was the wildest of them all. A cracked mind link had his eyes shot opening wide. The man sat upright. The fire in front of him was extinguished and only the hue of red remained in the ashes. Pulling to his feet, Draco made his way to his cottage where he was staying. And also he could get a phone signal over there. He wondered why he was being mind linked in the middle of the night. Suddenly a gnawing feeling erupted inside him. Was it Ezra? Was it related to Fiona or Finn? He inhaled sharply. There was no point making up the worst scenarios in his head. It would be better if he could relax and just contact them before coming to conclusions. Unknowingly, his pace fastened. He was pretty far away from the mansion. So they couldn't mind-link him properly. Within seconds he was jogging towards the cottage. Barging inside he dashed into his room. Grabbing h