All Chapters of My Boss Is A Werewolf! : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

ZAYLENThe rain started as a light drizzle, tapping gently on the roof of the hospital where Liana and I had been sitting. The sky, once a dull gray, now seemed to weep, urging us back inside. As we moved inside, Liana's words sliced through the sound of raindrops pattering against the windows."Zaylen, your dad must have been awake for more than a few days now."I turned to her, shock flooding my system. "What? How can you say that?""Think about it," she said, her voice calm but insistent. "A long-term coma patient shouldn't have the strength to even stand up, let alone throw a vase at you"A chill ran down my spine as her logic sunk in. "That... makes sense," I admitted, my mind racing back to the celebratory party weeks ago. I recalled Edgar's cryptic words, the ones that had seemed odd at the time but now fell into place with an unsettling clarity."Edgar," I said, almost to myself. "At the party, he said something strange. Something that didn't quite fit. He knew about what I

ZAYLENThe next day, as I approached Edgar’s manor, the air was thick with the heady scent of pine and damp earth. The Calyz pack’s territory was lush and dense, a far cry from the rugged landscapes I was expecting. My heart thudded in my chest, a rhythmic reminder to stay calm. I had to remind myself that this was just another conversation, albeit with a snobby Alpha who thought far too highly of himself.The guards at the entrance eyed me with suspicion, their eyes narrowing as I walked past them. I gave them a nod, trying to appear nonchalant, even though my insides felt like they were tied in knots.“Zaylen,” Edgar greeted me as I entered. He was lounging on a large, ornate chair that looked like it had been plucked straight from some medieval castle. His tone was laced with condescension, his eyes scanning me as if I were something he’d scraped off his boot. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Edgar,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I wanted to check in, see how things are going for

ZAYLENI took a deep breath, my hands resting on the conference table. The room was filled with murmurs and uneasy glances, the air thick with tension. Ryan's voice boomed through the room. "What are you people doing, humiliating my son like this?" His presence was commanding, his voice dripping with authority and disdain.Everyone stood up, their faces pale with fear. Even after all these years, Ryan still had that effect on people. He had been a terror to the pack, a force to be reckoned with, and his sudden appearance now only added to the chaos."You are such a pushover, Zaylen," he scolded, his eyes boring into mine. "Why are you letting them spew such nonsense?"I felt a wave of confusion crash over me as he came to stand beside me. What the hell was he doing here? People began to crowd around him, bombarding him with questions. "How are you, Ryan?”“Are you good?” “When did you wake up from the coma?"“The coma took such a toll on you. You are almost all bones!”“But still,

LIANAA few days later, the entire pack was abuzz with the news. Jordan and Sara had just announced their wedding, and the commotion it stirred was palpable. I could hear the murmurs and whispers as I walked through the pack house, the tension almost tangible in the air.I made my way to the common area, where a large group had gathered. Jordan stood beside Sara, his arm protectively around her waist, as they faced the curious and, at times, judgmental eyes of our pack members."Are you serious, Jordan?" one of the elders, Sophia, spoke up, her tone incredulous. "You, the Beta, marrying a non-mate? Even with the new law, it's... unprecedented."Jordan squared his shoulders, his jaw set with determination. "Yes, Sophia, I am serious. Sara and I love each other. The law was changed to reflect the freedom of choice, and we're choosing each other."Sara looked around nervously, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to convey my support."But Jor

LIANAI paced around my living room, my mind still reeling from what I had overheard at the office. A secret society? Agents? The words kept echoing in my head, a mystery begging to be unraveled. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was important, that it was something we needed to know about.I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Jordan's number. He was Beta of the pack, and if anyone knew about the ins and outs of our world, it would be him. With a deep breath, I hit the call button.After a few rings, he picked up. "Liana, what's up?""Hey, Jordan," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I wanted to ask you something.""Sure, shoot."I took a deep breath. "Is there anyone in the pack, or maybe in the werewolf community, who keeps tabs on... everything going on? Like, someone who monitors all the weird stuff, secret organizations, that kind of thing?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when Jordan spoke again, his tone was cautiou