All Chapters of OWNED BY THE LYCAN KINGS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Caelen’s POVA breath of relief leaves my lips as Roman and I step into the infirmary and find our brother still laying on the stretcher, completely unharmed. My fingers run through my hair as Roman walks up to Saul and inspects him closely.“Okay, I think we were wrong. Maybe none of this was a set-up,” I say, but Roman doesn’t say a word. He continues to search the room with his eyes narrowed. When he starts sniffing the air, my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What are you doing?” I ask him, and instead of giving me a verbal response, he raises a finger to silence me.“Do you smell that?” he asks, and that is when I start to sniff the air myself. It was faint, but that delicate scent of sunflowers could not go unmissed. My eyes widen as the realization dawns on me. She was just here.Roman and I curse beneath our breath as we make our way out of the infirmary and back outside. “That reminds me of that nurse we saw. Why was she covering her face? We specifically made that rule so w

Meredith’s POV This feels like the millionth time I am waking up today. Or at least I feel it is the same day. I have lost track of how long I have actually been here. But then again, where is it here? A groan leaves my lips as I sit up slowly. I am surprised that my body isn’t strapped to the bed like it was the last time I was awake. And I can’t even begin to describe how relieved I am that I did not wake up in a cage again. I would just lose my mind. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed, and a chill goes up my body as my feet make contact with the cold tile. The sensation feels strange; it was as though my feet had forgotten what it felt like to be mounted on the ground. The room I am in is plain. Incredibly plain. And when I mean plain, I mean there is nothing but this bed I am on in it. The walls are crystal white, and a chill goes up my spine. The scent of drugs is heavy in the air, and something about the entire place feels like an asylum. But one thing is for sure

Caelen’s POV“Please do not fuck this up,” I tell Roman, and he glows at me. He can react all he wants, but he had to hear it. We are running out of ways to get Meredith back, and this is by far our best bet at the moment. I place my hand on Roman’s shoulder and look at him almost pleadingly. “I need you to be on your best stoney-faced behavior. Let me do all the talking.”“Fine, but if this doesn’t work, then we are doing it my way,” he huffs, folding his arms above his chest as we await the guards to come open the gate for us. Sincerely, I do hope that this works. I do not know how many more bullet wounds I can sustain before my body gives up on me.It was just two days ago when Roman revealed to me that he and Meredith are mates. I instantly sent word to Reid to let us have another meeting with him, and to my greatest surprise, he actually agreed to it. I suppose I should have no doubts considering that he is unaware that we are the ones who attacked his previous headquarters be

Roman’s POVIt is official; I have lost my mind. And Caelen is not helping in any way. He is the only one keeping me from doing what I really want to do, and that is burning each and every one of the council’s branches until we get Meredith back.I just know she has to be in one of them, but Caelen thinks that would be reckless. We would end up losing more men, which is something we cannot afford, especially after the last attack I led. But I just could not help it; I found it hard to care about anything apart from getting Meredith back.I never thought being away from one’s mate could be agonizingly painful. The others did not know this, but every second I spent without Meredith by my side was like a stab to my heart. It was why I could not think or act properly. And that pain grew by the second. It was slowly driving me over the edge. I fear that if I do not get her back in the next few days, I will lose all my senses of reasoning. To think this is happening when I haven’t even a

Meredith’s POVI used to read books about people who would be sentenced to life imprisonment. I see how they are treated like animals and tortured for days without any food or water. I always felt bad for them, despite knowing their crime. I never believed that a human being should be deprived of such basic necessities of life. But it is different when you read all of this in a book and actually experience it. All those days I spent growing up cuddling on my favorite sofa and wrapped around my favorite blanket I would always sit beside the furnace with a hot cup of cocoa during the winter. There would always be a book in my hand, and I remember vividly that between the ages of twelve and fifteen, I was obsessed with crime documentaries. Any book I would find based on true events and how they punished their criminals like they were demons from another race. I felt pity for them, even sympathy. But never empathy. I don’t think anyone can feel empathy for someone going through somet