All Chapters of Betrothed To The Werewolf Lord: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SAMANTHA'S POVTHERE is a point you come across in life when all you want is just a blissful happily ever after and nothing more.A moment that came with silent heartbeats, racing nerves and adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream. A moment you fall in love.For me there had been nothing like love and it had left my heart too plain, still red but at the same time plain.The mere thought of it left a puddle of dread in mystomach almost like I had butterflies flapping around my stomach in anxiety. However, they had the opposite effect— as I could feel every bit of them sinking into my skin and sending a breathless shiver all the way to my heart again …I heaved deeply unable to continue my thoughts, I was a nudist painter right in the heart of Oakwood.It was a profession that came with so much controversy but it paid the bills of living in the city without having to depend on my family that lived back home.My family was quite influential and finding a job wouldn't have been a prob

SAM'S POVI must say my attraction for dominant males most definitely had to be a punishment, a curse I had from the moon goddess.I had barely seen this man before having an illict image of how he was or rather he could be at the back of my mind. I knew his type of man right from the moment that I stepped into his home, it was this type that would not fail to intimidate a woman with every bit of wealth they had, the fifty shades of gray type.The artworks, his fleets of cars, the furniture–every single thing about the house oozed from his manly dominance and It carried in it the signature of his wealth in them without having to say much.I had several billionaire bad body look already at the back of my mind for what he might look like– Muscular, covered with ink, tall… I heard his deep voice behind my shoulders. My heart seized even before turning, I could feel the nerves racing within my bloodstream at the speed of light as I fluttered my eyelids.Yeah, he did have the billionaire

SAM'S POVIF there was anything so fragile in me, it most definitely had to be my heart. A heart that had not stopped beating heavily for one moment ever since the previous day romping.It felt as though my heart was raging a storm inside me, yet I laid on the bed, my face glowing and warm while it expanded in my chest. I could feel my heart aching and yearn for the same touch I had despised since I got back from Leo's house. Thinking about the previous night gave my heart a reason to beep.I could feel as it skipped, multiplied, before filling the empty spaces inside me.It did it all as my skin grew cold as I stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore them as I was deep in thought.My phone buzzed with a notification and I stared at the screen to see what the message was about.Me: Good morning Mom.I typed quickly and pressed send, I wasn't expecting the reply to be immediate so I dropped my phone.It buzzed again.Mom: Good morning…been trying to reach you.Me: Really?I added two

I didn't hesitate to call Camila, since she was the closest thing to me after my parents. I was expecting her to support me in the idea of doing some thing about terminating the contract of my union with Mr Darkwood, rather she ended up laughing at me. I wished I never called her in the first place."What's so funny about what I just said, Camila?" I was already vexed, I didn't expect what I was getting from her. Not after enduring that of mom and dad, I'll be facing hers too?"I'm so sorry, Sam, I didn't mean to laugh." She said, holding herself from laughing further."I called you because I needed your help on what to do and you are busy laughing at me." I sparked."I'm sorry, okay." She stopped laughing, trying to sound serious. "Why don't you tell him you've got a fiance already?""I already did that but I guess he doesn't believe me. Plus, he is a werewolf, I can't hide the truth from him.""Then create a fake hookup with a guy, pretend like you two share an intimate connection. L

LEONARD'S POV*IF there is any thing I received from today, I'll say I got the hardest hit right on my chest. Seeing Samantha with that guy got a part of me broken, and while I sat on that couch with her parents, I wasn't actually myself. All my mind could think of is the two of them in her room, having that very fun I was supposed to have with her.As if that wasn't enough, she was bold enough to spit the fact that she was gonna get married to that son-of-a-bitch right on my face. I glared at the document in my hand, tossing it to the passenger seat. I can't believe I was feeling this weak at her words. It was twice better to have some one else say those words to me, than to hear them from her lips.It feels more like a nuclear bomb was blown directly on my face. I couldn't stop thinking… I'll admit, it hurts. A lot.I started the engine of my car, zooming off to my office to pick some stuff before heading home. It actually feels boring to live in a place like this without a companio