All Chapters of Taken by the Lycan King : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RYDER'S POV I wrapped the robe around my body tighter as I sat down on my dining chair. A sigh escaped my lips, my stomach rumbling as I picked up the form and knife beside me plate. I had not eaten since elastic night and the beef and egg in front of me caused the rumbling of my empty stomach to louden. I pressed my fork against my meat, my mouth watering as juicy grease seeped out of the it's contours. "Let's dig in," I said with a smile as I looked up at Desiree who sat opposite me, across the table. She smiled and nodded and we both began to eat. Stabbing the large gravy covered beef with my fork, I picked up my knife and immediately began cutting the meat into smaller pieces. After I was stone, I shoved my fork into one of piece an plopped it into my mouth. I closed my eyes, a soft sigh escaping my lips as the meat melted in my mouth, all the flavours of the gravy on it jumping in my mouth. I dropped my fork on my plate and tapped the table two times as I looked up at Desiree

Ryder's POV"Drop it, Desiree," I muttered as I walked out of the dining room and turned towards the stairs. Desiree, despite my request, followed me as I walked, ranting on about the one thing I asked her to drop. "I can't drop it, Ryder," the she-wolf said as she too walked up the stairs as I did so, following me closely behind. "As much as I love what you did and I appreciate it, I would still love to know why you suddenly changed. I want to know the reason for the sudden change of emotion towards Aria." I paused in my steps, my hands clenching tightly the wooden railing beside me that I felt my claws dig deep into the body. Desiree mentioning that name had sent a wave of anger through me. "I told you not to speak of that name ever again," I said in a low voice as I turned my head in Desiree's direction. "And drop it, Desiree." I continued up the stairs, my steps resounding through the mansion. "You said it yourself, 'you love what I did and you appreciate it'. Why the fuck do y

LONDON'S POV I paced the room impatiently, the thoughts in my head drowning out whatever Elsa was saying to me. We had arrived not less than an hour ago, and right from the door, Elsa began yapping about how stupid the guards back at Ryder's mansion were and how annoyed she was that our journey was fruitless. Angered, I asked her quietly to stop talking, but my words fell on deaf ears. Not wanting to waste my energy on her, I decided to let her be and leave her to her talking.I was beginning to regret that decision now.The roar of the fireplace beside me brought me back to the present, and I stopped in my tracks. I slowly turned to the fireplace and stared at it for some seconds, the sound of cracking wood and the dancing flame holding my gaze for a few moments. After some seconds, I turned and continued with my pacing.With each step I took, my eyes went to the door, my teeth gritting against each other as I longed to see anyone walk in. It seemed like my wait was going to take a

ARIA'S POVI stood from the ground and stared at the limp bodies of the rogues laying around me. If not for the blood pulsating about of their stab wounds, one would think they were all asleep. The one I had clawed at looked the worse though, the loose skin on his face and shredded clothes making me gag a a little. I bent down to the last rogue I had killed and with a small grunt, pulled out my blade that was still imbedded in his neck. Blood spurted out of the wound with some spraying on my face and entering my mouth. I gagged, crawling on all fours as I tried moving away from the spurting blood. "Fuck," I cursed loudly as I turned to the grass and began heaving loudly. Gushes of water poured out of my mouth as it was the only thing that filled my belly. Luckily, the water washed out the taste of iron in my mouth, leaving me feeling a little bit better. It did mean that I was now more empty than before but I didn't mind. As long as I had gotten the taste of the rogue off my mouth.

London's POVI placed the scroll ok the table and broke the seal on it, Elsa and the messenger watching me. After I was done, I opened up the scroll carefully as I recalled the rattle sound it had made when I collected it from the messenger. The faint crackle of the parchment as I unrolled the scroll added to the tension in the room. I paused as I sighted my name at the top and looked at Elsa whose eyes were fixed on the scroll, a mix of curiosity and concern written on her face. She looked up from the scroll at me and I quickly averted her gaze. "I still have a lot of messages to deliver, Alpha London," the messenger said and I turned to face him. "I don't think the Lycan King would take my lateness too lightly." I grunted, ignoring his remark as I moved my attention back to the scroll. With the room now silent, I proceeded to unroll it. The looping script soon became invisible and I went on to read aloud its contents;"To London, I am writing this letter to inform you that the s