All Chapters of The Lycan King's Rejected Daughter: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Osiris POVI watch with amusement as my small mate jumps up from the hospital bed and rushes around the hotel room, clad in only a hospital gown and a pair of latex gloves. Unsuccessfully she tries to hold the back of the gown shut while she searches through the drawers and cabinets, and I catch a glimpse of her tight ass. I can only assume that she is looking for her personal items so she can get out of here. Little does she know I never plan to let her leave here. I also see a strange tattoo that runs the length of her spine. It contains characters and symbols that I have only seen a few times before. They were on the cards in the witch's cottage on the edge of the rogue territory.'Is it possible that she is a witch?' I ask King in my mind.Sniffing the air discreetly, King shakes his head no. 'She doesn't smell like a witch. She smells human.' Sitting down next to my mother, I nudge her with my elbow. "Isn't she beautiful?" I ask my mother, and she shakes her head at me. "Y

Willow POVA rigid lump forms in my throat as I stand on my parent's front steps. Usually, I walk in, but today, I feel like a stranger. I am going to lie to my parents for the thousandth time. The only difference is that I may not make it home this time.I know that Osiris is stronger and faster than me. He has proven it several times. There is no way that I can beat him. Not without full use of my powers. But these damn runes on my back keep the extent of my abilities at bay, and I fear that it is too late to ask my mother how to remove them.Taking a deep breath, I knock on their door lightly. I almost hope they cannot hear me and I can just run away without having some tearful goodbye."I'm coming," my mother yells as she walks closer to the door.I look back at my car and wonder if I should just run, but it is too late. The door swings open, and my mother stands on the other side with a brilliant smile."Willow," she exclaims happily. "I wasn't expecting you today."Shuffling my

Willow POV I pull up to the Wolf's Den at exactly 8:55 PM. My eyes glance around the parking lot, hoping to see Osiris outside, but I have no such luck. It looks like I am going to have to go inside. Stepping out of my cute little sports car, I look disgustingly at the building in front of me. This looks like the type of place rogues meet up to do drug deals. The siding on the building is mismatched, as are the shingles on the roof. It looks like the whole building was once painted black, but now it is weathered and peeling. There is a crudely painted wolf howling at the moon on the sign. I wrinkle my nose as soon as I walk into the bar. Even without a wolf, the smell of drugs, alcohol, and sweat is overpowering. The bar is busier than I expected it to be on a Wednesday night. Pushing my way through the crowd, I make my way to the bar. An older woman with bright red hair is handling the bar alone. Most people here must be regulars because she knows their order without

Willow POV An awkward silence fills the car ride to the rogue colony. I feel like I need to make small talk with Osiris, but I am also fine ignoring his existence. Osiris pulls the car over onto the side of the road and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a red bandana. "I can't let you see the way to the colony. Not until I know that you can be trusted." He tells me. I wouldn't say I like it, but I must play my part well. "What if I promise to keep my eyes closed?" I laugh, pretending to be nervous. "No," Osiris says seriously. "It is this way, or I leave you here on the side of the highway." I can tell by his tone of voice that he is not joking. He will leave me here to protect his colony, and that is something that I will have to learn to respect. "Okay," I say, holding my hand out for the bandana. "I will wear it." "I have to put it on," Osiris says in the same solemn tone. "I don't like to be touched," I remind him, but he doesn't seem to care. "I promise no

Osiris POV I find myself standing back outside of the Wolf's Den bar. I don't know what keeps bringing me back to this place, but it feels like home. It is after hours, but I know that Celeste is probably still inside cleaning up. Making my way around the back, I slip in through the service entrance. As I walk out from the back, Celeste stands with her hand on her hip and a glass of bourbon in the other. Her fiery red hair is falling out of its messy bun, and the wrinkles beside her eyes are more pronounced. Working nights at the bar has taken a toll on her, and I wish that she would take me up on my offer to quit this place and join my colony. But she insists that she is a loner. "I knew you would be back," she says as she places the glass on the bar and continues wiping down the tables. "How did you know?" I groan before drinking the glass of bourbon all in one go. Pointing to her temple, Celeste doesn't answer. "If you know so much, just tell me what I am supposed