All Chapters of Burning Desire: His Chosen Wolf : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 72 LENA. I watched as Dylan zoomed out of the parking lot. Leah was the next and Luke was seated on the other side of her and he waved at me as she drove out too. She did not even spare me a glance. "You sure she's your best friend?" Dylan asked as he extracted his helmet from his motorcycle. "Or did you force yourself on her?" "We've been friends since kindergarten, Damon. Stop asking me these questions. It's already getting me upset." He leaned on his motorcycle with one part of his body and stared at me. "I'm not saying this to get you upset or make up feel embarrassed. She's being shitty to you and that's not right. Why don't she come clean? Tell you why she's mad instead of acting all childish?" "We both know why she's been acting that way towards me. She's interested in you and she thinks—" I stopped myself before I could speak further. "I think I should go home." "You should have a tangible explanation for that too, Lena," He said with a frown. "And

CHAPTER 74 LENA. I followed Damon back downstairs. I had been too preoccupied with going through his room to actually catch the whiff of baked foods coming from the kitchen.. I didn't know if I liked or hated that I felt comfortable here. But it was a nice feeling here. "So what did you whip up in a space of twenty minutes?" I asked as I stopped to look up at him. "I made pastries," He said with a shrug. "I already got everything ready before heading to school." I cocked my head to the side. "How's that possible?" He chuckled and stopped beside me. His hand reached out to me and just when I thought he was going to touch my face, he flicked something off my hair. "I wake up as early as four or five on some mornings to make food for the day. That way, I have the time to myself when I am back home. I don't have a housekeeper and you see." "Wait, you want to tell me that you clean this place up yourself?" He nodded. "Yes, I do. So you see? When I am back from sc

CHAPTER 76 DAMON. One thing I loved was the scent of her skin. Vanilla and coconuts. I had scented it the first day we met and had plastered it in my memory. "You smell so nice, Lena," I whispered against her neck as my lips grazed her skin. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted more. I needed more. How could she drive me crazy by merely staring at me? Her fingers dug into the skin of my back as she threw her head back with her eyes closed. Her body was supposed to be on display in a private museum. The one which wasn't room so I could wake up every morning to remind myself what a fucking lucky man I was to have her as mine. But I was scared. She was pulling me in and I was falling into her pit. This wasn't the reason I had come to Willow Town. I was starting to lose concentration and somehow, I didn't care. I didn't want to care. "Damon," Her soft voice came like the whisper of the night wind against my skin. It was silky and smooth, just like her skin and her hair

CHAPTER 78 LENA. After having lunch, I went back to my room. I remained there, thinking and contemplating on what I had to contribute to this. I realized I needed more details on this as my father had only told me the nitty-gritty part of it. Trevor. As much as I hated to call him, he was the only one I could call as his father was the Alpha and they shared quite a close relationship. If I could get him to speak with his father, that would solve most of my problems. I climbed into bed and picked my phone, scrolling through my contacts till I finally got to his name. I dialed his number and he picked up at the second ring. "Hey, Trevor!" I said in the chirpiest voice I could muster. If I could recall, he had been angry that I chose to follow Damon instead of him. His response was curt. "Lena." "How are you doing?" "You seemed so concerned about my wellbeing. It's surprising," He replied and I heard the shuffling of footsteps which must have belonged to him.

CHAPTER 80 LENA. Bang! I was snapped back into reality by the sound of something falling behind me. Leah must have noticed my movement because she placed a hand on my arm. "What's wrong?" I composed myself and shook my head. "Nothing at all." I turned back to see a student picking up his laptop from the ground. It was already a mess. I didn't feel sorry for him. Sighing, I tried to listen to the rest of what Principal Gregor was saying but I kept going back to the brief moment of insanity I had experienced. Insanity, yes. Because who heard the voice of dead people if they weren't insane? My mother speaking to me, the voices of the dead students wailing before their deaths. It felt so real. So fucking real that I started to feel goosebumps rise on my skin. It was fucking scary and traumatizing. That's because you are a medium. You experienced a brief moment of clairaudience. And what the fuck did that mean? A medium is someone who can hear the voices of the