All Chapters of My Lycan Stepbrother Is My Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Prince Randall~Getting to the address Jonathan sent to me, it was in the middle of nowhere. There was a house, with dim light evident through the window. ‘That is where they must be keeping her.’ I said to myself, turning off the car engine as I looked from inside the car for a minute. The light was coming from a room at the side of the house, while everywhere else was dark. ‘I should go in through the back.’ I thought as I quietly headed out of my car. I looked around and I saw no one coming. I thought my father would eventually follow me, but I was wrong. I guess he changed his mind and didn’t want to have anything to do with an evil person like me. But I loved it. The more far away he is, the better I can deal with the motherf**kers that had taken Daciana. Without making any noise, I walked to the back of the house, hoping to find another way in. And I did find it. I quietly turned the doorknob, but it was locked. I wanted to give them the element of surprise, but knocking

~Daciana~ With a straight face, clenched jaws, and reddish eyes, I stood under the black umbrella, dressed in black and surrounded by so many people in black. It was raining and it made the day even worse and annoyingly moist. My eyes were void of emotions as I watched the priests do whatever the hell they wanted to do on their graves. There were two different mournings and none of them seemed to interest me. First was Randall’s burial, and the other, was the burial for the child my mother lost at birth. Well, she did lose the child that same day, and I lost two important people in my life that day. All because of Jonathan and Riley! For a week, after Randall left me, I have been picturing this particular day in my head and I just wanted it not to happen. However, I was so eager for something else to happen, and that was to watch Jonathan get killed for doing this to Randall. For doing this to my family. Over the plinking and tapping of raindrops, I could hear my mother a

~Daciana~ I thought seeing Jonathan die would give me a little comfort, but I was wrong. I hated that I wasn’t the one holding the sword. His being dead doesn’t change the fact that Randall wasn’t with me anymore. ‘Maybe killing Riley will make me finally grieve him the way I want to.’ I thought, scrolling through the phone I found in Randall’s pocket again. Carl was working on finding Riley. I have found out the truth about King Edwin killing Doctor Donald and Anne. What about the third person? I need to talk to him. Throwing the phone in my pocket, I headed out of my room again and made my way to King Edwin’s room. On my way, I saw some maids and some guards, gathered in twos and fours, whispering things to themselves. ‘That is strange.’ I thought as I walked past them. I wondered what they could be discussing. Getting to King Edwin’s chamber, the guards stopped me. “His Majesty doesn’t want any visitors, right now.” They uttered. “I don’t care what he wants right now!

~Daciana~ “When were you going to tell me about Randall not being your son? Were you even going to tell me at all? You made him live a life of lies!” I smacked behind him as we walked down the hallway. “Daciana, right now I just need to find the old woman releasing this information before it gets bad! And yes, Randall is a bastard.” He responded with anger and frustration. “Don’t you dare call him a bastard! I won’t let you talk about him like that! And maybe you deserve everything happening to you!” I yelled back. But he ignored me and continued walking to his room. I shook my head in disbelief as I watched him leave. ‘Randall was the Butler’s son, and his parents got killed before he could find out the truth.’ The kind of evil King Edwin was unspeakable. If my mother had known this, she would have never had anything to do with him. While I headed back to my room, I saw my mother heading towards me, with a paper in her hand. Looking at the paper, I knew the information got to

~Daciana~All curled up in bed, I waited for Carl to return with the wine I had asked him to buy. I wasn’t just going to forget what happened at the reception, but I could manage how I felt about it when drunk. The door opened, and I instantly sprang out of bed and approached him. I grabbed the bottle of wine from his hand before saying anything and proceeded to open it. Without saying a word, he walked to the cute cabinet next to the bed and brought out two glasses. I popped off the cork and looked at him. “I don’t think I’ll be needing that,” I mumbled before placing the glass in my mouth and gulping down an unreasonable amount of wine all at once. “Honestly, you need to go slow, okay? I know I can never understand how you’re feeling right now, but I know you drowning in that wine isn’t a good idea.” He uttered, and I scoffed, moving back to my bed. “Tell me why it isn’t a good idea,” I muttered, and he sat on his bed too, which was next to mine. “Because you need to be well