All Chapters of Sold to Lycan King for Surrogacy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jamal’s POVThe message from the owl arrived under the cloak of night, a messenger of the unseen realms. Its white feathers glowed in the moonlight, and in its beak, it carried a small vial—a vessel containing an otherworldly concoction. The air crackled with arcane energy as the owl descended, talons gripping the edge of my windowsill.The vial was delicately sealed, its contents shimmering in a mesmerizing dance of ethereal hues. A folded parchment accompanied the mysterious elixir, tied with a silver ribbon that seemed to hum with magic. I unraveled the parchment, its texture smooth against my fingers, and words inscribed in an elegant script greeted my gaze."Jamal, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack,In the realms where shadows intertwine, a meeting awaits you. Drink from the vial before the moon's descent, and the dream shall be your conduit. Heed the call of the unseen, for revelations await.The White Witch."The cryptic message held a resonance that transcended the physical real

Jamal's POV The drive back home was usually silent, but my brain was humming so loudly, it felt otherwise. I had taken a huge step. Desperate yes, but then desperate situations called for desperate measures, and the situation was indeed desperate. Every second Methis spent away from us, from me and the kids, was wasted. Moments we should be spending together as a family were washing down the drain and if I let it continue, if I let that Xander figure get closer than he already was, it was inevitable that irrevocable damage would be done. I needed to end this charade and I needed to end it now. But was this the only way? Did I really have no choice?I parked the car at the usual spot on the street and hurried upstairs, clutching the burgers I bought on my way home on one hand and the drinks on the other. It was my way of apologizing to them for wasting all day, visiting what was essentially a soothsayer to help get their mom back but then again, a man had to do what a man had to do.A

Xander POV “What are you doing here, Methis?” I asked, watching her saunter over to my chair and sit down crossing her legs. "Just wanted to see how my favorite drug dealer is doing." I rolled my eyes, walking over to her, "It was just a cigarette Methis, and you didn't finish it." She shrugged, and smiled. “I just wanted to see you, and have a little chat. Is that a crime?” “Yes, it is,” I said, reaching over. “You’re not welcome here. You’re not welcome anywhere near me, or my mate. You’re a nuisance and a troublemaker. You need to leave, and stay away.” She pouted, and shook her head. “Oh, come on, Xander. Don’t be so rude. I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here to help you.” “Help me?” I repeated, skeptically. “Help me with what?” She leaned forward, and lowered her voice. “With your little problem, of course. The one that involves your mate’s stepmother.” I felt a surge of anger, and fear. How did she know about that? How did she find out? Who told her? “What are you ta

Xander's POV The night apparently held more surprises for us. In the shadows of an unfamiliar alley, we found ourselves face to face with a group of menacing figures. Their demands cut through the night air, a harsh reminder of the dangers that lurked in the city's underbelly. "Well." I muttered as we walked along quietly, taking in the cool night air. "That was fun." She leaned up to kiss my cheek smiling at me, "Thank you Xander." I smiled back, "Does that mean you forgive me now? We are even." "No, not really." She said quickly, almost nonchalantly. I frowned, "We aren't?" "You got me beaten up by a stranger Xander." She said, "It's only fair that I return the favor." She led me up to a group of men, skin head by the looks of it and gently tapped one of them, flashing her most charming smile. The man turned around, a snarl on his face, which she ignored, saying sweetly, "My brother over there has something to tell you." before stepping out of the way. I glanced at Sophia who

Jamal’s POV The lair's entrance shimmered once again as we prepared to depart. I armed with newfound knowledge and determination, stepped into the unknown depths of the sewer. The staff, a beacon to his lost self, awaited in the shadows, ready to unveil secrets that transcended the ordinary realms. Descending into the dark underbelly of the city, I entered the sewer system. The stench was overwhelming, and the flickering light from my torch created eerie shadows that danced along the walls. Water dripped from the ceiling, creating a disconcerting rhythm that echoed through the tunnels. The sewers were a maze, and I navigated through the dimly lit passages, my senses on high alert. As I ventured deeper, the silence was shattered by the scurrying sounds of movement. I tightened my grip on the torch, the flames flickering as if in anticipation of the impending challenge. The sewers, a realm seldom traversed by the human world, unfurled a tapestry of eerie sounds and dimly lit passages