All Chapters of Wanting My Lycan King Godfather: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Dario's POV.The number of files stacked on the table significantly reduced as I put finishing touches on each of them, proofreading and cross-checking where necessary. It had been a while since I was able to get such amount of work done so the dopamine rush i got was second to none.There were just few files left, and when the door twitched. "Who is it?" I asked, not bothering to lift my gaze from the paper i was reading."It is Jonas, alpha. Can I come in?" His voice sounded from the other side of the door."You were already about to, weren't you?""I am sorry alpha." He pleaded, finally landing a few knocks on the door."You can come in." "Thank you sir," He entered wearing an unreadable expression, making it difficult for me to pin point the reason he was here."Is anything the matter?" I queried, my curiosity getting the best of me."Kyle is here," he announced. "He just returned." He added, possibly noticing the shift in my mood."Take over for me, I was almost done

Dario's POV.Pushing back my encounter with Brenda, I had met up with Kyle who left soon after he dropped off some documents. The air blew hot in the study where I had spent the last couple of hours going through the materials judiciously. I had researched through a couple of books hoping to find answers as regards to Isla's condition. Was this perhaps the answers we had been looking for? I muttered, sitting up and reaching for my pen to circle an article that had piqued my interest. I had seen something familiar in another book but I just could not figure out which of the books. I had been reaching for the stock of book in the "HAVE READ" pile, when my phone rang, interrupting me as I dropped the book resignedly, I picked up the phone when I confirmed it was Jonas calling me. "Jonas,” I acknowledged as I placed the phone on my ear, picking up the book I had dropped. “Speak." I inquired, eager to go back and continue my research on the book."It is about Brenda, alpha.” He broke

Isla's POV The next day, as expected, had the pack house bustling with activities in preparation for the engagement. I rested on the staircase railings, quietly watching as the even planner ordered the maids, who scrambled around to get the work done. Everyone was so engrossed in their tasks that they had not realized I was standing there. I was unseen and treated like a shadow. Nobody noticed me, especially Dario, whom I had not seen in the last twelve hours. The fact that I had suddenly become invisible served as the perfect opportunity for me to leave. Whether I stayed or left, the engagement would still happen. No one needed me not sorted after my opinion. Moreover, what was the point of staying if it meant watching the man I loved get married to another? Walking back to my room, I locked the door behind me and picked out a tote bag to pack some of my belongings. I would make it simple to avoid raising suspicions. I checked my saving box, and thankfully, I had just the right am

Isla’s POVAs the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, the melodic strains of "Take the World" by Johnny Swim filled the room, coaxing me out of the depths of sleep. With a groggy yawn, I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of dreams as I adjusted to the soft, dimly lit ambiance. Rolling out of bed, I stretched languidly before padding over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the world outside just beginning to stir.With a sense of purpose settling over me, I made my way to the bathroom, the warm water of the shower beckoning like a siren's call. Thirty minutes slipped by in a blur of steam and soothing cascades, washing away the last remnants of sleep and leaving me feeling refreshed and invigorated.Emerging from the bathroom, I surveyed the array of clothing in my closet, fingers trailing over fabrics and colors as I pondered my choice for the day ahead. Settling on a knee-high pink satin dress paired with white gladiator boots, I f

Chapter 89Dario's POVDid she really leave? Or was I overthinking it? She may have only gone out to get some air, the party was indeed suffocating. But if that was so, I would still pick up her scent. My speculation was that it must have been hours since she exited the premises. With a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. Panicking would not help. I needed to think clearly and act fast. Determined to find Isla, I made my way downstairs, where the festivities were still in full swing. Among the sea of guests, I spotted Diane, Isla's cousin and closest friend. She was chatting animatedly with a group of people, her infectious laughter filling the room. Isla and Diane were close, and that led me to think Diane must know something about the whereabouts of her cousin. I approached Diane with urgency, myheart pounding in my chest. "Diane," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Have you seen Isla?"Diane turned to me, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Isla? No, I have not seen her