Все главы Torn Between The Alpha And The Lycan King: Глава 51 - Глава 60

Maddox' POV I couldn't help but feel guilt shred through my heart as I drove home. I looked through the glass windows of my car, at each side of the road, and sometimes, I would have the image of me flogging the daylights out of the Lisa girl obstruct my view, almost as if it was being showed right there on the glasses.I honestly didn’t plan to hurt her that way, but her resemblance to Lessia made me lose control of myself. I have never felt bad about punishing anyone, but this Lisa girl seemed to have gotten to me in ways I didn’t understand.She hadn't expected it to turn out like that. Even I too was shocked with the twist my actions took. For a second, I began wondering if she might even wake up. She was so beat up that she could barely lift up her eyelids to look at me.I was a monster, I thought to myself. Something about what happened with Lisa, made me not want to ever hit anyone again. I promised myself I would see her again if I could, and would try to correct my mistake.

Kian's POV Seeing her cry really broke me. It was not my intention at all to hurt her. I really wanted to give her an answer when she asked if she would ever be part of my pack, but I really did not know what to say to her.Of course she was a part of me, as well as my pack, but I was held back by so many lingering feelings of doubt, because of the issue with my mum’s vase. I didn’t know if it was safe to trust her again. Although that didn’t mean I didn’t care for her.The only thing I could offer, and it came to me without a single prior thought—just an unconscious, involuntary action, was to hug her.I did not want to tell her about the rogue attacks, primarily because I did not want to have her worried about it. But she had the idea that it was mainly because I didn't trust her.I didn’t know what to do to make her feel better, before Lessia I had never been close enough to any woman. I was new at this.The hurt was in the part that I actually wasn't convinced, within myself, th

Lessia's POV: As much as I didn’t want to, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that there was no much difference between living with Kian and living with Maddox.One was a prison without freedom and the other was a prison where I had the power to do anything I wanted, as long as I didn’t go out.I had been indoors since I found myself in Kian's abode and recently, I did not seem to like that anymore. I couldn't seem to overcome the feeling of being restricted like an inmate.Of course I was glad he accommodated me very kindly since the incident, and was altogether concerned about my safety and welfare, but I was in desperate hunger for the cool, unconstricted breeze and bright, beautiful skies.After the incident with the vase, Kian hadn’t met me leave his house. And even before then, he never let me go out without him, I felt caged. That’s why I finally mustered the courage to ask him for permission to go out.I had a feeling he was really jealous that I wanted to go with Nichola

Lessia's POV: I didn't know what took over me the night before. When we woke up, I found out that the door was barely shut. Kian was too in a frenzy to have considered locking it up before coming over to make love to me.I felt exposed. Most especially, when we got to the reception. A number of people were there and I immediately got this feeling that perhaps all of them might have heard the both of us moaning because we were too loud.I avoided the gazes of people, as I held unto Kian who didn’t seem to care about the people present.I saw a man staring intently at me, he looked very familiar but I couldn’t place where I knew him from. His stare was beginning to make me uncomfortable, so I held on to Kian tighter.The receptionist threw subtle glances my way. I wondered what she was thinking, but if it had anything about her expecting some sort of apology from me, even though I was feeling pretty down at that point, then she would have to be considered, not just mad, but mad in th

Lessia's POV: Waking up to the news that Kian was about to travel, was by far the strangest, most shocking piece of information I had heard ever since hearing that some woman who looked like me went about breaking special vases at night. That took the award for the most strangest thing, until now.I didn't know which to do; beg him to stay, or beg to go with him. I didn’t want to seem desperate to him, even though I was, and just couldn’t imagine staying here all by myself, without him.It felt like if I chose to go with, I would end up being monitored by him without pause to leave his sight. If I begged him not to leave it would still be same. So I chose a different evil from the rest; just staying and trying to cope with the sure boredom that normally accompanied his absence.And to make matters worse, he wasn't the only person to be leaving; turned out Tara was to follow him too, as the cook that she was. Coupled with some other staff too.It was depressing. Especially with the f