All Chapters of Wanting My Lycan King Godfather: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Isla’s POVAdrenaline was still coursing through my veins, and that near-something incident that happened with Silvan filled me with rage and exhaustion. I wished I had a wand or something to move the desire Silvan deluded himself with to Dario. Out of the school and out of Silvan's reach for the rest of the day, I became confused about what to do and where to go till it was closing time. Of course, I could not possibly go home and risk Dario throwing a barrage of questions at me.As I racked my brain, Diane’s bright and sunny smile flashed in my mind, and I grinned. That was it!Even better was that her house was close to the academy, plus I would finally get to see a visual painting of the place my mom grew up in. “Hello, princess,” she chirped dramatically from the other end of the line, her energy so full and pure that I allowed myself to get lost in that for a full second. “Guess who is finally coming over…” I trailed off. “You?” “Yes!” I replied. At first, she was mute,

Isla’s P.O.V I dragged my feet to the pack’s graveyard, and my heart raced as I approached my parents' grave, the weight of my grief pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket. My thoughts grew heavier with each step, tangled in a web of sorrow and longing.The familiar sight of the weathered stones sent a shiver down my spine. I knelt before the graves and dropped the flowers on the ground, my fingers tracing the letters carved into the cold, unforgiving stone, my fingers trembling with emotion."Mum... Dad..." my voice trembled, choked with tears as I struggled to find the words to express the anguish that consumed me. "Mum...Dad…" I whispered, my voice barely more than a broken sob. "I miss you so much." The silence that greeted me was deafening, broken only by the soft rustle of the leaves and the mournful howl of the wind.At that moment, the weight of my loneliness crashed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under its relentless tide. Amidst the pain I felt

75: Silvan’s POV As Isla disappeared from sight, my heart twisted with bitterness and anger. Emotions bubbled within me like a simmering cauldron. I watched her retreating form with a mixture of longing and resentment. My mind was clouded with obsessive and possessive thoughts fueled by the rejection I had just endured. The audacity of that little girl…rejecting me, not once, not twice, but three times in one day alone. I sneered as I walked home. A dark impulse gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, whispering sinister suggestions into my ear. My wolf seemed to like the ideas. He reasoned that if Isla did not belong to me, then she should belong to no one. Isla's blood would serve a higher purpose; after all, my pack needed her blood to wash away our sins, and she would serve that purpose perfectly.The notion sent a shiver down my spine, but I could not shake the twisted satisfaction that accompanied it. I imagined Isla's blood staining the forest floor, a macabre offering

Isla’s POV With flour dusting our cheeks and sauce smeared on our aprons, Diane and I giggled like schoolgirls as we tossed pizza dough in the air, attempting to recreate the perfect circle.It took a good amount of pleading to get the Italian chef to release the ingredients for the pizza. He had insisted he did not want us messing with his ancestral meal. And seeing his expression from where I stood, I knew we were not getting the circle right and it bugged him. I told Diane who guffawed and made faces at the chef. He tried to force a smile which made us laugh all the more. Our laughter mingled with the smell of melting cheese and sizzling toppings, filling the kitchen with a sense of warmth."Okay, Diane, let us see who can make the best pizza!" I declared, a competitive edge creeping into my voice as I surveyed the array of toppings spread out before us.Diane grinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're on, Isla!" she replied, rolling up her sleeves and diving into th

Dario’s POV I heard her voice before I saw her.Isla.“Hey boys,” She said to my guards and walked into my study.I pushed away the tray and cleared my throat. The maid rushed in, picked up the kettle and plates, bowed, and walked out. “Dario,” She said in a calm tone. I gave her a stiff nod and looked away. Her eyes followed the maid with the tray and it softened. I observed her look and said, “Have you eaten? I can get her to make something for you,” “I have. I have eaten.” “Good,” I looked down at my files and began to try to work.I read the sentences over and over again but the words refused to stick to my head. All my attention was on her and her movement.She shuffled on her feet. Stared at me. Cleared her throat too but I did not look up. “Dario,” She called. I paused looking through the papers when she continued. “How are you?” The softness in her voice does not only thug at my heart, it also made me realize how much I had missed her. So I do the next best thing.Put