All Chapters of Memories of a wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

40At that moment, a heavy silence hung between us, and it seemed to envelop both of us. The attendant hurried in as if constrained by a tight schedule. I couldn't deny the awkwardness of the situation with Alpha, and I sensed his displeasure when the attendant entered. Alpha Knight gestured for the tub he had requested, and with a piece of clothing in hand, he submerged it in the warm water. He was mere inches from me, and I watched, perplexed, as he dipped the cloth into the water.In a matter of seconds, my questions were answered as he began tending to my frostbitten feet. I instinctively drew my knees toward me, as if seeking solace in a self-embrace, wanting to avoid his care.“I need to warm your feet,”I bit my lip. “I can do it by myself, thank you very much,” I said, before attempting to snatch the piece of cloth in his hands, but his arms were longer than mine.Without a word, Alpha Knight grabbed my arm and forced me to stay in place. I watched him as he reached for my fee

41.2Early in the morning, I received an unexpected visitor, but I wasn't yet fully dressed to receive them.I grumbled softly under my breath, feeling the weight of my body as I rose from the bed. I proceeded directly to the private bathhouse on the palace grounds. Despite my prolonged stay in this place, I still struggled to adapt to the scorching heat brought by the sun. It was a discomfort I had to endure, but I also acknowledged its value. If the West was too cold for me, the Eastern Kingdom was indeed excessively hot and humid. I needed to stay composed and keep my body accustomed to these conditions. I couldn't complain, particularly when I was treated fairly in this realm.Teresa entered the bathhouse with my clothing in hand, and I simply gestured for her to place it anywhere. She nodded, laying it on a wooden chair. Without wasting any time, I submerged myself in the water from head to toe. With the hot weather unlike in Eric's residence, I could feel sweat forming on my ski

43Alpha Knight released a husky growl as my fingers traced the contours of his six-pack abs. His magnificent physique left me utterly captivated by his allure. In an electrifying moment, he reclaimed my lips, gently nipping my lower lip as our gazes remained locked. One of my hands clenched his hair, sending shivers and sparks coursing through my core. I arched my back in response to his kisses trailing along my neck, igniting fiery sensations beneath my skin.I gasped for air when he found and nibbled the soft spot on my neck. This was absolutely mind-racking. His touches and kisses, everything was enough to make me lose my mind. He was in complete control, while I was already a lost case. My train of thought was quickly interrupted when I felt his hands caressing my bottom, in response I moaned softly."What are you doing to me, Amethyst...and with just a kiss..."I was kind of glad to hear that I wasn't the only one heavily affected by this. Biting my lip, I gaze at his pitch-blac

45.1Two veiled priestesses approached the central podium, carrying an incense holder. I couldn't help but cough briefly as I involuntarily inhaled the smoky haze that enveloped the area. On the room's right side, another veiled figure, clad in familiar black attire, stood. The shaman whom Eric had brought with him began to enact her spell. While Lady Heressa, the shaman, quietly chanted, a sprinkling of holy water descended upon me. This took me by surprise, causing me to flinch in response. Although the process felt strange, I refrained from making assumptions or seeking explanations, as I was certain that this was an entirely new experience for me.Based on the information they had provided me, the ritual would be divided into two phases. The first phase was expected to be relatively lighter, while the second one posed an undeniable and dangerous challenge that we aimed to avoid. Alpha Knight appeared deeply concerned, particularly as the ritual's commencement drew near. I recalled

46.1The moon was the color of blood, the environment, a place I'd consider hell. There was nothing to see other than the horrors I wished I never relieved, turns out reality was harsher to witness than experience. With nothing I could do to help people who were suffering, seeing them killed in front of me, I fell into that spiral of hopelessness. If anything, I wished I'd be transported to the next place of memory, not this. Not bloodshed."Kill that monster!" A warrior ordered, possibly a general seeing the hint in his attire and that he was responsible for commanding others. I thought of General Rui and General Cassius, undeniably, fierce and serious when in battle.A person transformed into a werewolf right before my eyes, emitting a powerful, menacing growl from deep within his throat. Soon, others followed suit. As I observed the battlefield, a couple of significant revelations emerged. Firstly, the Southerners were also werewolves, and secondly, the West and South had formed a