All Chapters of Possessed By The Tyrant Alpha Lycan: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Eliza stared back at me with a cold, unrepentant expression. "I owe you no explanation, Stella," she spat, an edge of insolence coating her tone.The angry fire inside of me flared up, and I stepped toward her. "How could you do this, Eliza? After all we have been through, you are going to betray me in this way?Eliza shrugged, a flash of that fierce independence crossing her face. "I'm not betraying you, Stella. I'm living my life, and if it's with Vincent, so be it."Vincent smiled and wrapped his arm around Eliza's waist, the triumph in his eyes gleaming bright. "We're happy together, Stella. And that's what counts."Anger welled over, and I firmed my fists, fighting to hold myself back. "You're happy?" I spat out, my tone shaking with anger. Eliza didn't bat an eyelid. "I'm happy, Stella. And you need to learn to live with that."I glared at them, my heart boiling with anger and resentment. How could Eliza do this to me? To our family? Right now, the sight of her was unbearable.

He leaned forward and gently swept a strand of hair behind her ear; his fingertips grazed her skin.Sarah closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side into his touch. She felt comfort and security just pour over her. Henry left his hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing gentle patterns across her face.The air was almost thick with tension inside the car as if the silence between them was palpable. Elara, a maid, sat in the front seat and glanced back at him in the rearview mirror, but she blushed bright red as she turned quickly away, her subconscious picking up on the undercurrents of romance.Henry spoke in a low, reassuring voice, "You are safe now, Sarah. I'm here for you." His words clung to her, wrapping her in a warm embrace that shielded her and protected her.Sarah's eyes flashed open, locking with Henry's in a skipped heartbeat. For a moment, they merely stared at one another, electricity crackling from the connection between them.Elara coughed, the spell broken, and He

But I could feel him behind me, feel the warmth of his body, feel the tension between us. It was alive, pulsing with energy, waiting to spring."Oh, hey, it's cool," Henry said, his voice low and smooth. "I didn't mean to make you feel weird."He stepped back, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt his release, his apology sincere.I nodded, still in a daze and still trying to cool off, my heart still racing. Still, standing there, the feeling of anxiety running in my veins like a river wouldn't leave me alone.I thought deeply, realizing that to do anything with Henry would be a betrayal to Jethro. The thought was a blow to my gut heavier than a ton of bricks, and shame painted the inside of my skull.A tear had escaped my eye, and I hastily swiped it away. Not quick enough, though; Henry had seen it. He took one step closer, his eyes full of concern."Sarah, what's wrong?" he asked in a soft, gentle voice.I shook my head to try and clear it, but Henry's eyes lingered with mine, workin

Just as I was about to doze off to sleep, I heard a heavy thud on my door. I sat up to look at Mom, but she was deep asleep. I lay back down and chalked it up to the house settling.But then I heard the thud again. This time, it was louder.Terrified, yet bold, I took a torchlight down the stairs to see what it was. The creaking of the stairs beneath my feet sounded louder in the dead of night.At the bottom of the stairs, I swung my torchlight around the room, trying to see what was making the noise. But there was nothing. Just an eerie silence.Then, I suddenly heard a whisper. "Stella."I stood in the kitchen and was suddenly surrounded by a screeching noise that ran chills down my spine. Turning around, I saw that one of those creatures embraced Sarah, my sister. Its big, slender arms wrapped around her, and her eyes had wide stares of terror.I screamed, inching forward to rush towards her, but it was too late. One of the creatures pounced upon me, and I felt something sharp pier

Stella's pov I woke up to the sun streaking through the curtains, but the warmth of the morning did not affect the chill within me. The nightmare was fresh in my mind, and the terror that lingered in my heart was hard to dissolve.I got out of bed and started my morning routine just to get it off my mind. I showered, put on my work gear, and went into the kitchen to make coffee. My hands shook while pouring the coffee into the filter, and my mind kept wandering right back to the nightmare.I sipped my coffee, reaching out for my phone to check if there was a message from anyone. There was one from Sarah. Because of my nightmare, she asked how I was. I responded downplaying it, but she knew me too well.I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, focusing on the day ahead. Yet the nightmare still lingered, making me twitchy and jumpy. I just couldn't shake this feeling that something was off. It was like the nightmare was trying to tell me something.Driving to work, the only thing I co