All Chapters of The Lycan’s Secret Bride: Weak to Strong: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SIENNAIt took me a moment for me to process what my father had just said. My shoulders went rigid and furthermore, even Benjamin froze at the news. I closed my eyes because I could feel my exhaustion intensifying.“I didn't tell you about the issue for you to worry about it, but I just wanted you to have an idea of what's going on,” my father assured me but the harm had already been done and it was already too late for that. I was tense with worry and the thought of more people getting hurt made me even more tense with worry. I could feel my stomach clenching unpleasantly at the thought of people dying, and more people getting hurt. The more I thought I was making progress, the more I was simply deceiving myself. Eventually, the doctor came around and examined me. Benjamin and my father were present and I watched intently as he scribbled down some things on a piece of paper. I was almost tempted to snap at him to get to the point already but I knew it was frankly unfair to have him

SIENNAThe next time I awoke, it was on my bed. It was very surprising and it drove me into a state of panic. If I wasn't so certain that I had seen Sylvester so early in the morning, then I would have been convinced that I was dreaming, which I was very sure that I wasn't. I couldn't be dreaming, though. Sylvester's words still remained with me and for some reason that was entirely difficult to understand, I couldn't really forget it and I knew that I would never be able to forget it in days, possibly even months to come.I remained silent and smiled, as I was feeling very emotional. I ignored the tears that stung my eyes. He must have brought me in here when I was asleep. I hoped that no one was able to see him but I knew that if anyone saw him heading to my room with me, they would have caused a ruckus by now. Still, It didn't stop my heart from crashing with disappointment when I realized that I didn't wake up next to him on the bed. He was nowhere to be seen. But wasn't it what

SIENNAI didn’t know how I was able to manage going into the park. So many memories that I didn't want to remember but at the same time so many memories that I had no desire to let go of. I closed my eyes and sighed. I wanted to reach a certain point where I could remember these good memories without changing to cry my eyes out. Benjamin looked at me. I don't think he ever tore his gaze away from me. I could tell that he was concerned and perhaps silently regretting the decision to bring me here. I wanted to tell him that he had nothing to be sorry about. All he was trying to do was make me feel better. I controlled the tears in my eyes, subtly bit on my bottom lips so they wouldn't fall but at the same time, I was unable to stop my hands from trembling slightly. I buried them into the pockets of my jeans so that Benjamin wouldn't notice but it would seem that from the way he looked at me, he already did. “I meant it when I said we could go back if you don't feel comfortable here,”

BENJAMINThe glow of the moon in the night sky flashed through the window, casting a silvery glow on the clearing where I finally let spill the emotions I'd bottled for years. "Sienna," I began, my voice wavering with a lot of nerves and raw emotion."I've been in love with you since we were kids."Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a brief but exhilarating moment, time stood still. I had loved this woman for years ever since we were little, evolving from her best friend to her loyal beta. Despite hoping time would wash away these feelings and open the door for a new love—and if it was my mate, then even better—however, my emotions for her only intensified.The agony deepened when I witnessed the toll of Jasper's heartless rejection of Sienna. He, an undeserving soul, didn't merit someone as precious and beautiful as my Luna. As the moon goddess toyed with my fate, I couldn't escape the internal conflict. Sienna, my Luna, deserved far more than the heartache Jasper had callously im

SIENNA It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the new brightness in the room, making me wonder how long I had slept. I worried about the things that I would have to do this morning for a second before remembering I was placed on bed rest. Turning on my side, I came face to face with the black-haired man sprawled across the length of my Queen sized mattress. His arm was slung over my torso and his body was bare up until the dip of his muscles into the waistband of the grey sweatpants he had on. His tanned olive skin glistened a rich gold under the rays of the morning sun, and his lips puckered and unpuckered as he murmured something in his sleep. Long eyelashes that curtained his juniper-shade green eyes were shut, casting their shadows on his cheeks. On a regular day, I would panic, wake him up, and have him out of my room as fast as possible, but today wasn't that day. Oddly, I felt at peace. Both of us being like this was something I could totally get used to. Using the back o