All Chapters of Chasing My Runaway Breeder : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Irish sauntered across the road as she slowly pulled out of the car.She had slept in the car overnight since it long run out of fuel.She had no idea where this place was, however, looking around, one thing was certain. She was in the land of the humans.The city buzzed with people from all walks of life going to their various destinations. Some were a group of college girls, others, were mostly males and females rushing somewhere.She walked. Alone.The city streets stretched out before her, seeming endless.Suddenly Irish turned around, a look of confusion clouding her expression.Her nose flared as she sniffled hard. She could perceive the human scents of the crowded street but there was a fleeting animalistic smell in the air.The scent was well cloaked. However, her father had once sold drugs to some mafia humans back then and this was exactly how he scented after using lots of scent concealer.Walking briskly, in the direction of the scent, Irish clutched tightly to her cloth b

The Nightshade pack belonged to the Lycan King, Jasper, and the land in which they stood, was part of the Nightshade pack, however, because it was a land in dispute, all the Alpha in various parts of the world had agreed that no one would trespass into it.At least, until the dispute was resolved.This place was called the Golgotha of Nightshades pack for a reason. The Alpha King's little pup was killed in this very place by humans during the annual meeting of Alphas.That incident in itself had sparked crises, but the more chaotic ending came when the search for the culprit wolf, who had betrayed his clan and collaborated with the human-wolf hunter, began.This led to the propagation of a new law. A new dawn, being that whichever Alpha trespassed, had a high chance, of not only losing his office but could be seen as a traitor, indictable for felony, ready to be haunted down by the Lycan King himself.Automatically, appearing here meant that Adrian had become Lycan King's sworn enemy

SIX YEARS LATER "Bbrrrrrrrrnnggggg!!!" The sound of the alarm clock woke Irish and she scrambled to her feet, yawning, stretching, and wiping her eyes with the back of her palm. She needed to prepare her six-year-old son, Jayden for school or he'd be late. Entering her restroom, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and tied up her hair in a messy bun. She would take her bath once Jayden entered the school bus since she didn't have enough strength to take him to school in her own car. Last night was stressful, and she knew it was written all over her face. Last night, she hadn't successfully told Jayden his usual bedtime stories when he fell asleep. Sauntering over to the door, Irish squeezed the handle, yanking it open, but she found Jayden, hands suspended mid-air as he was about to knock on her door. Seeing Jayden's face brought back memories she was so desperately trying to forget, resurfacing to the top, her feeling of nostalgia, shimmering right below the surface of her

Signaling Irish with his finger, he silently beckoned on her to come to him.Irish almost shivered, holding her breath. The man was frreaking hot. The kind that left you fanning your blushing face and gasping for breath.As she lowered herself to his lap, her eyes traveled to his lips. They were the reddest shade she had ever seen.She raised her hands to his neck, her arms circling it, his skin warm against hers.Unknowingly, she squirmed ever so naturally against him. Suddenly she took notice of the thickness of his thighs against her tender ones."He's not even our fucking mate, get back in here, Irish. Damn!" Elsa groaned in her head and Irish who seemed to have been lost got out of her reverie.This wasn't the first time she was handling a handsome man and it definitely wouldn't be the last but that didn't mean she was going to be so lost in thoughts about his beauty that she'd forget her fucking dangerous role - her crimes.Her crimes helped her make a living, well, as long as l

"How did you do it?" He asked. Irish was now following Mr. Stranger out of the room.He wondered how she managed to fight off Avan, even as a human girl.Irish squinted, her body moving in steady movements as she walked gently, portraying a soft feminine aura. She wanted to give the impression that she could not harm. After all, men liked soft females.She was in no way going to communicate her true intention or any of her abilities until it was the right time."Me? I did nothing?" She squinted again, trying not to raise her voice so high against the banging music.Irish had lived long enough with the humans to know how they functioned. One's voice had to be low and seductive, especially when communicating with the make clients.Paschal stared at the tender-looking woman beside him. She had multiple scents on her body and as they wafted through his nose, he found it hard to decipher her real scent.Was she human?He didn't know. He trailed her earlier, coming behind her by a distance.