All Chapters of Sold to Lycan King for Surrogacy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Methis Delis POVI felt a pang of guilt and sadness. They looked so grown up, and yet so vulnerable. I wished I could hug them and tell them how much I loved them, but I knew they might not welcome my touch. I had to earn their trust first, and show them that she cared.I decided to start with the boy, who seemed more willing to talk. I noticed that he had a book on the coffee table, and picked it up."Are you reading this?" I asked, holding up the book. It was a science fiction novel, with a picture of a spaceship on the cover.He nodded, and his eyes lit up a bit."Do you like it?"He nodded again, more enthusiastically now, a wide smile forming on his face. Finally, I was starting to get to him."What is it about?" I asked, brushing a lone lock of hair behind my ears."It's about a boy who travels to different planets and meets aliens. It's very interesting."I smiled, and felt a spark of connection. I had always loved science fiction, and had read many books of the genre when I wa

Jamal Kunis POVI had been walking for hours, but it felt like minutes. The sun was setting behind the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the city. I barely noticed the beauty of the scenery, my mind was too preoccupied with the impending confrontation.I just needed her to see that. I needed her to give me another chance. I needed her to forgive me.I arrived at the gate of her father's house, a massive mansion that loomed over the street. I pressed the intercom button, hoping that someone would answer."Who is it?" a voice crackled through the speaker."It's Jamal. I need to speak with Methis.""What are you doing here?" he asked in a cold tone."Sir, I need to talk to you. Please, let me in." I said, trying to sound respectful.He shook his head and blocked the entrance. "There is nothing to talk about. You are not welcome here. Go away and leave my daughter alone.""Please, sir, I love Methis. She loves me too. We want to be together. Can't you see that?" I pleaded.There was a

Xander's POV I stumbled down the street, feeling every bruise and cut on my body. I had fought Jamal, the guy who had been harassing my sister for months. I had tried to protect her, but I had failed. He had beaten me up, and worse, he had hurt her too. I felt a surge of anger and guilt, mixed with pain and fear. I needed a drink, something to numb the ache in my soul. I saw a bar nearby and decided to enter. Maybe I could forget, for a moment, what had happened. I walked into the dimly lit place, ignoring the stares of the other patrons. I made my way to the counter and ordered a whiskey. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn in my throat. I ordered another one, and another one, until I lost count. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see a girl smiling at me. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she wore a tight dress that showed off her curves. She looked like a model, or a hooker, or both. “Hey, handsome,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “What’s your name?” I didn

Jamal's POV Autumn thinks for a moment. “Maybe you could write her a letter. Or send him an email. Or a text from a different number. Or a message on social media. Or a note in his locker. Or a gift. Or a song. Or a poem. Or a…” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, smiling at her and carefully raising her to sit on my lap before looking into her eyes. She was so innocent, even her smile made me think everything was going to be instantly better, and more importantly, she reminded me of Methis. The same warm glow emanated from the both of them. For that, I was glad she didn't resemble me that much. “There are many ways to communicate sweet heart, But your mother is a strong willed woman, the main question is, will she even read them? Will she even care?” She nods. “Of course he will. She loves you, Dad. She’s just afraid to admit it. I am sure she will realize it somehow, if you two get to talk.” I smiled the kid was sweet. “Thanks, Autumn. You’re the best. You always know what to say.”

Methis' POV He kissed my forehead and said, “You’re welcome, my love. Now, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about Jamal.” I tensed up and felt a knot in my stomach. Jamal. The man who had turned my world upside down. The man who had made me feel things I had never felt before. The man who had left me without a word. “What about him?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “He came to see me yesterday,” he said. “He wanted to talk to me about you.” I felt a jolt of shock and curiosity. Jamal had come to see my father? Why? What did he want?" For the first time, my father looked unsure, like he wasn't sure how to break it to me, or if to. “C'mon Dad, what did he say?” I asked, holding my breath. "He said he was sorry for leaving you like that. He said he had some personal issues he had to deal with, and he didn’t want to drag you into them. He said he cared about you a lot, and he wanted to see you again. He asked me for he asked me for your permission to call you. He said