All Chapters of Wanting My Lycan King Godfather: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isla’s POVWhen I wake up, I first notice how silent it is everywhere.I have no idea about how much time has passed or what has happened.As though it was timed, the cellar door was pushed open, and I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the light slowly.I sat up the moment I saw him.He is here.He came!“Dario!” I called out, lunging at my godfather's broad and familiar figure.“Tesoro,” Dario groaned as he lifted me up and cradled my body against his. Aside from the relief, I couldn’t help the electricity that I felt from being this close to him.“Are you okay?” he finally asked after a minute.“Hmm, Pete locked me here and told me only one person had the key.”Dario said nothing and silently brought me out of the cellar and into my room.Even though the curtains weren’t drawn, there was still more than enough light, and I smiled as I stared at Dario’s perfect features.While he was my godfather, I could not deny how drawn I had always been to him. Even worse was when my wolf had picke

Isla’s POVMy body swayed before falling to the ground beside my Papa.My entire world.They had taken my world from me.For a brief moment, I looked around, searching for a sharp object that could send me on my way to join Papa in the fastest time.But I knew it would kill him even more to see me there than if I stayed here.Maybe I could find those bastards. Find every single soul that has done this to my Papa.His entire body was covered in dried blood and cuts from fighting so hard for this pack.He had died fighting.Eventually, I lay there beside him, crying my eyes out.I don’t know how I slept off, but I woke up in Dario’s familiar embrace.I’m no longer in the room where Papa was but now outside our pack. As I looked around, I saw the chopper that Dario must have brought here and a fleet of cars.“Where’s Papa?” I asked, wiggling and kicking at his chest so that he could get that I didn’t want to be with him.“He’s in one of those cars. We have to leave now.”“Put me down.”H

Dario’s POV I could feel the tension rising as my gaze moved from Isla to Brenda. Then I heard Isla speak up. “Can I know where I’ll be staying?” She looked annoyed like she couldn’t wait to leave. Probably, she was weary from the car ride, I guessed.“Rio! Take her to the room upstairs.” I instructed one of my guards. He nodded his head and then led Isla upstairs. I watched as she walked behind him. The tension which was slowly building up amongst us had simmered.“Dario,” Brenda called softly, reminding me she was still here.I turned towards her immediately, pulling my hands away. My expression was stern as I looked her in the eye. “Why didn’t you inform me of your visit?” I asked. “Can’t I pop in to check up on you?” Brenda questioned, shooting flirtatious looks. “Brenda, answer my question ?” I growled. I was growing impatient and didn’t have time for this little game Brenda was playing. I guessed she must have sensed it because she stopped batting her eyelashes and looked

Isla’s pov I woke up feeling slightly better. Maybe it was because of Dario and me having a conversation yesterday. After a quick stretch, I pulled off the duvet and headed to where I had stuffed my notepad in my bag.I wrote down everything I remembered from the attack. I guessed it would be useful to Dario. Besides, I didn’t want to forget.I was still writing when I heard a knock on my door.“Who’s there?” I asked.“Isla, breakfast is ready!” It was Dario. His voice was like music to my ears.“I’m coming!” I responded, scribbling down some more words. Once I was done, I went to the bathroom. I didn’t waste time pampering myself in the bathroom. However, the thought of soaking myself in the bathroom using one of the lavender wash I had seen on the bathroom shelf crossed my mind.I made a mental note to do that later, probably in the evening. Immediately, I was done bathing. I dressed up quickly.I wore a simple dress and tied my hair in a messy ponytail. My mind drifted off as I

Isla’s POV I don’t know how I managed to get to my room and when I fell asleep. All I knew was that I was on the floor when I woke up. Actually, the sound of someone knocking on the door, followed by the housekeeper’s voice, had woken me up. As I sat up, listening to the voice of the housekeeper instructing me to come downstairs. My bone ached, and the throbbing pain in my heart hadn’t vanished. I felt weak and tired to make things worse. Dario’s words echoed in my mind. I sighed. The pain in my chest was increasing with each passing second. I felt like I could explode any minute from now. So this is how rejection felt. It was worse than I ever imagined. I wished Padre was here with me. His hands wrapped around my body would wash away the feeling of pain that I was experiencing right now. At that moment, my eyes landed on the teddy perched at the corner of my bed. My father had given me that teddy on my eighteenth birthday. I got on my feet, heading to the corner of the bed. Tha