All Chapters of Running With His Heir: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

— Leia Steele — Zane was hesitant at first, for like a millisecond, but then he raised his hand to cup my face and his lips went deeper, his kiss ached for more. More of me. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before. This wasn’t like how I kissed Viktor. This was better in ways I can’t even fully describe. The warmth of his fingertips almost melted me to the ground. My heart was beating faster than it has ever done. His lips were warm and velvety soft that my entire face to my body was heating up. This was the feeling of electricity coursing through my veins. This was like being brought back to life after living like the dead. I have never felt so alive. He was taking my breath away, just as I was taking his. It felt like a dream, like a fantasy, like something that couldn’t possibly be happening, but it was. It really was. He was kissing me. My mate, my true mate. The one the Moon Goddess had made to be my other half. In a world with billions of people, this

(TW: VIOLENCE) — Leia Steele — I can’t see anything. I know my eyes are open, but no matter how many times I blink, I only see the color of the darkest black in front of me. All of a sudden, I heard a rustling sound come from my left and I quickly turned my head to it. I must have moved too fast as I felt my blood rushed to the top of my head way faster than it should and I got dizzy out of nowhere. I also felt a throbbing ache at the back of my skull. “Who— who’s there? Hello?” I asked cautiously whilst gently feeling my head for any blood or bumps. Luckily, there was only a slightly small bump, but no signs of blood. When nobody answered and I was sure I was still alone, I let out a deep sigh of relief, but then remembered that I still had no idea where I was and how the hell I even got here in the first place. For a few seconds, I can’t exactly remember what happened. I’m still a little dizzy and somewhat out of it, but then my mind starts to get clearer and the real

— Zane Frost — I’ve been staring at this piece of paper for hours contemplating if it was real or not, but mostly hoping that it wasn’t. It couldn’t be true, could it? And what is up with this Pack and their obsession with leaving notes? I had no idea how much impact there would be over a few words on one fragile little thing. “You know staring at it isn’t going to make it any less real?” I turned around and saw Skye standing by the doorway, the expression on his face both solemn and anxious at the same time. He knows what’s happened, but none of us really have an idea on what to do next. “If I could tear this into pieces in order for it not to be true, I’d have done it the second I saw it, but alas, that’s not how things work, so I’ll just stare at it like an idiot for now.” I replied to him and he gave me a sympathetic look before walking towards the chair across from me. “How’s Leia? Has she said anything to you?” He shrugged his shoulders accompanied with a s

— Leia Steele — I’m banging on the door like a crazed lunatic, shouting out for Zane wondering if he could even hear me because aside from the sounds of drilling noises, I can’t hear anything else. “Zane!” I shouted for him for what seemed like the hundredth time, but to no avail. “Zane, please! Why are you doing this?!” I asked, but deep down inside I already know the answer. After I told him that there was no way I was letting him stop me or anyone for that matter from going to Viktor in order to save Keira, it was like there was a switch that flipped within him and he boarded me in the room out of nowhere. First he locked the door from the outside, and when I realized what he had done, I knew the window would be my only choice, yet I was too slow compared to him. Before I could, he put some sort of lock on the rails and I couldn’t pry it open and I tried. I really tried for what felt like hours but it didn’t budge at all. “I’m not letting you go, Leia! I’m not letti

— Leia Steele — When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me stories about werewolves and what they called mates, which were what their partners for their entire lives would be called. I remember that I would sit there by the fire, being cozy right next to her as we were wrapped in a blanket, and listen to her talk on and on about it for hours. “My mother, your Nana, was the one who told me about it, and it’s my turn to share it with you, little bug,” she whispered gently in my ear. I looked up at her, uncertainty on my face. “Every one of us have mates? Really? What if the Moon Goddess forgets about me?” She shakes her head. “That’s not possible, munchkin. The Moon Goddess would never forget about someone like you. In fact, I’m sure she is patiently waiting for the day you turn eighteen so you can finally meet your other half. I can just imagine how perfect he will be for you.” My mother’s smile is cheek to cheek as she gushes about a man that neither of us have e