All Chapters of A Human Mate For The Lycan King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Freda’s POV"I don't understand why I have to be a part of this," I complained to Aaron but he played me no mind. There was nothing I hadn't done to change his mind. There was only pain, from my hands which were already sore. "Keep carrying them, Freda." "You know that I think that you are actually punishing me. You are deliberately being mean to me. That is something I don't get." I was heaving trying to catch my breath. I have been trying to get his attention for the past hour but his eyes are fixed on the newspaper that he was reading. "I'm not." "I mean who reads the newspaper these days." I grimaced, he didn't budge. I was standing over blocks that I was meant to carry. He already had an area close to him and lots of woods at the side of the field that I was to carry. He had told me to choose and I chose to carry cement blocks, the blocks must have cost tons of cement which my brain wasn't ready to comprehend. There was peace knowing that I was going to be done with most of

Freda’s POV The streets of New York were still buzzing with people who commute every day. The city never sleeps and even with a bounty on my head, it was great to take time off to witness the city by myself. It was the best time of my life, to go out there and live. Even if it was just for a few months. The pack and the clan are situated in the quietest place, far ahead in Manhattan. Where the acres of lands, regions, and territory were still very eminent. I wanted to know how they got separated from the humans but it was another story I wasn't ready to get into yet. From Manhattan, it was only a few minutes before we got to New York City. We walked through the mass of people, commuting but he held my hand in his mkt letting go. Through the bustling sounds affecting my hearing, I had to speak from the top of my lungs. "You do not have to speak so loud, I can hear even the tiniest sound. Just speak calmly, no need to wear yourself out." He smiled at me kissing me at the side of my li

Elder Phil's POV "Why on earth should I be excited about your welcome?" I raised a brow in question. The Sisters of Fate were delusional if they thought I was going to honor their invitation in the first place. I had no choice because I wanted to pick their brain a little. There was something that they knew that was going to help my case in discovering this new girl that the moon had blessed Alfred with. "Where is your offering?" One of the sisters released her hoodie and her white eyes met mine. "You were the one that sent an invitation. As much as I am not excited about your welcome, I honored it. So…" they stared at each other before heading to the day's agenda. "The clans are in jeopardy, that's your worry. One of you would be the rise and downfall of all packs. Be careful Phil." I scoffed. "I have always been careful about what you guys came here to tell me. Of course, I know the pack would be in jeopardy. Who is steering this uprising?" I was already flaring up. The S

Freda's POV Relief. Relief was what I felt after I gave her a taste of her own medicine. She had dragged my hair and I must say she was a bit aggressive. I hated the self-righteous bitch like nothing else. She had no right to tell me that because I have minded my business and nothing could take back what she had said that made this all look like a sham. She was still trying to stage me to the mud when Aaron came between us. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" He separated us."What happened?" We were both quiet as I stared at the blonde who was fuming red with anger. What she had said hurt me that made me push back tears from my eyes. All of a sudden, she was all hot tears that could fill a bucket. I contorted trying to make sense of this drama that she had chosen to start all by herself. It was like a dream time that someone who was acting all corny a minute and the next minute, could be so pitiful and full of sympathy. "I stumbled on a rock and collided with her. It wasn'

Freda's POV I didn't know how satisfying the idea of Alfred teaching me would sound until I said it. I realized that when he was my trainer, I was just getting as much training as I was. I saw that I had improved because Aaron's style of teaching was a bit unconventional but was helpful to a point. I was buoyant in my speed and my strength improved. When I think about training, I imagine those who trained in the army. I imagine how they are being drilled, although I wouldn't compare myself because mine was going to take a huge toll. I was training to be a strong werewolf, hoping the shift doesn't tear me apart. Alfred explained that a man takes the shape of his heart. That's how werewolves shift most of the time. If their heart and character are pure and void of all deception then they would shift according to what sits in their heart and vice versa. It made me think of the kind of person I am. I thought of every terrible thing I have done out of deception before I came here, would