All Chapters of In love with a lycan: Star light, star bright: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Hiraya POV)“You’re fired,” the manager says.I stare at him in dismay. I had only been working at the grocery shop for a week, and now I am suddenly unemployed once again. The weight of the situation hits me hard as I process the fact that I just lost another job - the third one in under a month. It isn't just the loss of future earnings that devastates me, but the knowledge that I won't receive any payment for the last five days of work that I had done is a really bitter pill to swallow. Unfortunately, due to the terms of my trial period agreement, I won't be compensated for my time at all. To make matters worse, I had already spent precious money on gas to travel to and from work as I live in a very remote and rural side of town, making this even harder to bear.My mind races as I replay the events that led to my termination. I remember feeling overwhelmed during my shift that morning, trying to keep up with all the tasks that had to be done. With the rush and everything else that

(Still Kaan's POV)“Sir?” With an impatient sigh, I motion for her to come in and then I hand her the pack of documents I was supposed to be working on before my mother completely derailed my focus. “Cancel my 4:30 meeting, please. I'll work on these when I get back. I'm not in the mood right now,” I mutter darkly.Melissa's eyes widen in shock. “But, sir, this meeting is—”“...is where I'll be firing people left and right or ruining this company if I don't get a breather from everyone right now. So, be a good girl and call Elijah. Tell him to prepare everything I need because I'm going up in the sky tonight. And don’t you tell my mother about it. If she comes back here again looking for me, just tell her something important came up,” I say, considering paragliding instead of skydiving but dismissing the idea quickly. The wind conditions may not be alright these days. It would be too risky today and while I’m brave, I’m not an idiot.“Yes, sir, of course. Right away, sir.”I rub my f

(Hiraya’s POV) "What took you so long?" he asks his secretary impatiently. "Please check Ms Raya first. She is hurt as well. I can wait." The man, who Kaan introduced to me as his secretary Elijah, ordered the medical team to check them both. "We were parked not so far from here but for some inexplicable reason, the car wouldn't start when you've landed. We couldn't contact you, and I figured your transmitter broke so I immediately called in more medics to help, just in case. An ambulance should be here soon--" "I'm fine, I'm sure Raya needs it more than I do--" I panic as all eyes turn to me and blurt out. "That's not true, he can't even stand up, so please take care of him first--" It feels like I just threw him under the bus but it just feels so awkward being fussed about like this. He shakes his head dismissively. "I'll be alright in just a few--" The ambulance arrives at that moment, and Elijah shrugs. "Either way, you're both going to be thoroughly checked so we can make su

(Kaan’s POV)This will be the last one. I swear.I stare in dismay at the beautiful array of food before me, particularly at the plate of elegantly designed hors d'oeuvres. Despite the almost miserly portion, they look exquisite and tempting. The plate is a simple white ceramic platter that allows the colourful and intricate hors d'oeuvres to stand out. It is lined with a bed of fresh, vibrant green herbs, which I believe to be parsley, adding a pop of colour and freshness to the presentation. In the centre of the platter is a small bowl of creamy hummus, garnished with a drizzle of olive oil and a sprinkle of paprika. Surrounding the hummus are several small, colourful bites arranged in a symmetrical pattern. The first bite is a skewer of cherry tomatoes and mini mozzarella balls, drizzled with a balsamic glaze and topped with a fresh basil leaf. The second bite is a small slice of smoked salmon wrapped around a dollop of herbed cream cheese and garnished with a tiny sprig of dill.

(Kaan’s POV)My first thought when I saw her cross the street without caring if she would get run over or hit by cars was, "You crazy woman! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" And then I saw her gripping the rail with such desperation, and I thought, "No, she was asking for help, and no one stopped to give it, only blaring their horns furiously, probably thinking she was merely a careless person who wanted to save time by crossing the street away from the pedestrian lane."I watched her for a few minutes from the other side of the road, wondering what she was planning to do. She couldn't possibly be thinking of jumping down the small irrigation system; it was too shallow, and she would just end up getting hurt. Moreover, it was smelly.When she gracefully refused my offer of dinner, despite being so obviously starved, I knew there was no way I was leaving that place without taking her with me. It took a little bit of gentle persuasion, but I have never felt such pride in a simple