All Chapters of Sold to Lycan King for Surrogacy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jamal's POV Except for one major thing... No signs of the big rats I'd battled earlier. It was strange. Either they pulled a vanishing act, or there were hints of their broken bodies and a twisted trail of blood. I scratched my head, a little uneasy. Rats don't usually clean up after themselves, right? But I shook off the thought, trying to convince myself it wasn't worth worrying about. And failing to. I had to leave this place, now. Heading for the exit, I couldn't shake this feeling like I was being watched. Or worse, that I wasn't alone. A shiver ran down my spine, but I tried to ignore it, focusing on getting out of this dim, damp maze. The closer I got to the exit ladder, the more I felt like whispers were dancing around me. Soft, eerie voices that made the hair on my neck stand up. I quickened my pace, not daring to look back. Finally, I climbed out into the open air, the sunlight a welcome change from the suffocating darkness below. I took a deep breath, letting the

Jamal's POV I told him everything, trying not to leave out any details. "A twisted version of the Black Witch?" He asked when I finished, frowning slightly. "Yeah, a twisted vision of the Dark Witch, AND she turned into Xander. What does it mean?" The Watcher studied me for a moment, the air thick with the weight of his knowledge. "Dreams are the whispers of destiny, Jamal. Your path is intertwined with the staff, and the staff with the darkness that looms. The answers lie in the depths you fear to tread." "Oh for fuck sake, this again? And I was just starting to like you!" I snapped pushing away from the table. "You have to go back to this sewers Alpha Jamal." "What good has that fucking done me all this while?" I snapped, already tired out by the thought of going back down there again. "Listen to me for once." He snapped, slamming his open palm down on the table, making me jump. "This is important, these rats, the maze, the fact that you keep getting lost in the sewers, it's

Methis’s POV“You know if you keep at this you won’t ever heal. No one is above problems. Not even me the counsellor.”“Well go deal with your own problems instead of mine!” I blurted out. All he needed to do was raise his eyebrow at me and I realized my mistake. “I am so sorry, Sir. I did not mean it that way, Sir.”“It’s fine, Miss Delis we all lose our cool occasionally.”“Please just call me Methis.”“So what’s the issue here Mehtis?”“It’s my best friend. I think she hates me now.”“Why would assume that?”“Well, I went to talk to her today and she snubbed me. A friend of mine and her brother had a fight earlier so she is mad at me for it all.”“Understandable.”“What do I do?” I asked.“Just talk to her. Keep aside any friendliness. Talk to her like a new person. Like you are meeting a stranger that you want to make your friend but this stranger has some prejudice about your race. Just imagine that sort of scenario. Then apply it in real life. alright?”“Alright. I have a test t

Jamal’s POVI woke up, already feeling exhausted and drained, I allowed my body to revert to its human form as the involuntary transformation subsided. I lay there for a moment, the gritty sand beneath me a stark reminder of the ordeal I had just faced. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow across the island.As evening descended, I woke from a restless slumber. My surroundings were eerily quiet, except for the distant murmur of the ocean. Pushing myself up, I took stock of his situation. The city lights shimmered in the distance, a connection to my realm that seemed both distant and unattainable.My exploration of the island unfolded like a surreal odyssey. The air was thick with the scent of salt and untamed nature as I ventured into the heart of the unknown. The landscape revealed itself in layers — dense clusters of foliage, rugged terrain, and mysterious, hidden corners.The island's interior held a complex tapestry of life. Vibrant flowers bloomed in patches, th

Xander POVI had been chatty at work for some time now. I talked often, perhaps more often than I realized because I was getting more compliments like "What made you start talking so often?" or subtler ones such as "You look to be in a good mood recently." One time, a young lady working with us asked me what had happened during the time I had first begun working here till this moment. They all thought I had received good news that carried me for a long time but in reality, I was the saddest I had ever been in my entire life. I had not realized I talked more often until all the compliments came pouring in. But somehow it all made sense.I was talking more often so I distracted myself from the pain I was feeling. My subconscious mind was trying desperately to find a new connection to forget the broken one o had with Methis. In the past few weeks, I had experienced pain that hit harder than hammer, pain that cut deeper than sword. It was more than a heartbreak. A heartbreak was not the k