All Chapters of Love of the Lycan : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Nothing is inherently wrong with caring for her," Layla admitted, her voice carrying a touch of vulnerability. "However, it's what we are doing to her that concerns me," she continued, her words laden with a sense of anguish. Her grip on the glass tightened further, as if channeling her frustration through the object.In response, Giovanni let out a weary sigh, recognizing the conflict within Layla and the genuine concern that fueled her resistance. Though he hoped for her understanding, he knew the decision they had made wasn't an easy one to accept."Layla, please," Giovanni implored, his voice a mixture of weariness and pleading, his eyes reflecting the weight of the burden they both carried. He longed for Layla's support, hoping she would find solace in their shared purpose.Unable to ignore the doubts that plagued her, Layla shook her head, her gestures mirroring her inner turmoil. With a heavy heart, she placed the glass in the dishwasher, as if attempting to dispel the tension

A strange sensation fills his heart as he beholds the sight of them intertwined. It's in this moment that a vivid image forms in his mind—an image of Isabella holding their own child, cradling the little one in her arms. The thought consumes him, leaving him yearning for a future where he can bask in the beauty of their unity, forever captivated by their love.A bittersweet desire fills Giovanni's heart as he envisions the possibility of having a child with Isabella, a perfect blend of both their features. Deep down, he yearns for that more than anything else. However, as quickly as the thought arises, he forcefully shakes his head, unwilling to entertain such notions. The guilt that engulfs him prevents him from allowing himself to dwell on such a selfish desire.The weight of his actions weighs heavily on Giovanni's conscience. He cannot forgive himself for the manipulative path he has set in motion, robbing Isabella of her agency and attempting to claim her motherhood without her k

With her decision made, Isabella turned her attention to Ryle, who was still engrossed in his cartoons. She approached Layla, who was busy preparing for lunch, and cleared her throat to gain her attention."Yeah, Isabella? Do you need anything?" Layla asked, her voice filled with warmth and kindness."I need to go somewhere to meet someone, so I want you to take care of Ryle for me until I come back, please. I'll try to be back soon," Isabella requested, her words tinged with both gratitude and apprehension."There's no need to say please, hun," Layla replied, her eyes filled with understanding. "And I'll take care of him. Enjoy your time.""Thank you, Layla. You're the best," Isabella expressed her gratitude, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "And please, don't force him with food. Make whatever he asks for."With a final nod of assurance from Layla, Isabella made her way to her room to get ready. She wanted to present herself in a way that exuded confidence and strength, even though

The inner turmoil that consumed Adam threatened to consume him entirely as he fought to maintain composure beneath the table. With every fiber of his being, he resisted the overwhelming urge to unleash his anger upon Isabella, berating her for the choices she had made and the life she had taken away. He clenched his hand into a tight fist, seeking solace in the painful pressure that turned his knuckles an ethereal white. His nails dug deeply into his own flesh, a feeble attempt to distract himself from the shattering of his heart. The realization that he could never possess her, that she now belonged to another, tore him apart piece by agonizing piece.His mind wandered into the realm of what-ifs, envisioning a life where Isabella stood by his side as his partner, ruling the pack together. In this alternate reality, his brother would be consumed by seething jealousy, left to wither in the shadow of their love. The depth of his desire for Isabella was unparalleled, surpassing even his

Isabella was keeping a secret, one that she had no intention of sharing with him. But Adam had always been relentless in his pursuit of the truth. He had an uncanny ability to unravel mysteries, to piece together fragments of information until the bigger picture emerged. And this situation would be no exception.Leaning forward, his voice steady and unwavering, Adam enquired, "Who is your husband, that is what I'm asking." His words hung in the air, piercing through the tension that had enveloped the room. As he spoke, he released his clenched fist, a physical manifestation of his determination, and relaxed back into his seat. His fingers closed around the handle of his espresso cup, bringing it to his lips for a sip. The warmth of the liquid offered a momentary solace amidst the storm brewing within him.Adam understood that maintaining a composed demeanor was crucial if he wanted to avoid arousing suspicion in Isabella's mind. The more nonchalant he appeared, the less likely she wou