All Chapters of Two Months: Desired By The Lycan’s King : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

81 Celene The cheerful chirping of birds was the first thing I noticed, but it barely registered over the pounding of my heart. The second was the blood rushing to my head, and the third was the warm, rich scent of cocoa and earth— of Mondrian that wrapped around me. Pulling me into comfort. His chest cradled my head as if it were the safest place in the world, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to melt into his embrace. Clearing my throat, I shifted slightly, placing my hands against him to create some distance. I expected him to let go, but instead, another arm slid around my waist, pulling me even closer. My breath hitched in surprise, my body now fully pressed against his. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his breath breath brushing my ears as his deep voice vibrated through his chest, scattering my thoughts. “We met last night,” I managed to reply, my voice barely steady. My fingers twitched against his chest, betraying the war inside me—the urge to lean into him and le

84 Celene The training ground grew quiet after Mondrian left, the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds do little to fill the space he left behind as he rushes away. I stayed exactly where he told me to, searching around I settled down sitting cross-legged on the soft earth of the training ground, my arms resting on my knees. Despite my curiosity about what was happening, I decided to follow his instructions. He’d seemed... worried, and I didn’t want to add to his burden besides I felt it would be a good opportunity to trust in him. Still, my mind raced with questions. What could be so urgent that it pulled him away like that? And why had the soldier looked so tensed and confused when he had approached us? I sighed, brushing a wisp of my hair that had escaped my hair band back from my face. Focus, Celene. This was my chance to work on what we had started earlier. Maybe this time around my wolf would listen and I could turn. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting

86 Celene The singing birds and Zara’s presence seem so far away, the once bright day and thoughts of hope dashed with the heaviness of pecan words. She was right. Her meaning was evident between the lines of words she never said, and yet I heard it. I had brought my terrible luck to White Fire, putting its people in danger. “Are you okay?” Zara's words of concern break into my thoughts drawing me out of the sadness that was quickly engulfing me, “I don't know what she said, but you shouldn't be listening to Pecan, Celene she is filled with spite. You know that don't you?” She asked, covering the space between us in large strides, her face etched with concern. Tears, large and hot well in my eyes ready to fall at any second, pecans eyes widened, pulling me Into a hug, “ Oh Celene. No. Don't cry. Whatever it is she said, you shouldn't believe her. Pecan is nothing but a manipulating wit—” “Is it true?” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “Is what true?” Zara asked, her chin pr

88 Celene This wasn't what I had in mind when I suggested you rest Celene,” Alera my wolf and now accomplice huffed at me as I sneaked out of my room and into white Fire's library. The library was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed on my ears and made my footsteps feel too loud. I shouldn’t have been here, sneaking around without Mondrian knowing, but something deep within me urged me on. I was restless, the incomplete story of my mother, a constant hum urging me to uncover the mystery behind it all. What would have pushed my mother into giving it all up for another and why after everything the white wolves had done for the people, they are feared and cursed? Stepping into the library, a huge burden I didn't know I had is lifted from my shoulder as if it were welcoming me, wrapping me in an invisible embrace. Rows upon rows of books stretched before me, greeting me, their spines marked with titles that hinted at centuries of knowledge. At that moment I knew, I wo

90 Celene Long into the night, we searched for any more books on the silver wolves, every book we found started the same and ended as though hurried and biased, my determination slowly dwindled into frustration as I found myself falling into despair. Celene, you need rest," Alex called, his tone flat but firm, drawing me out of my chaotic thoughts. His arms crossed as he stood behind me.”w e've been searching for hours now and it's all the same. You need to get some rest, tomorrow you continue.” I glared at him, unwilling to back down. “Rest? I can’t rest now, Alex. I haven't gotten any information about the sister wolves or even my mother. There’s so much I need to know and so much missing” “The books will be here when you come back, Celene.” Alex responded with a look of understanding but his voice held firm, “They aren't going anywhere. But you on the other hand need your strength. You've only recently recovered from the last attack and your wolf's awakening.” “But—” “No.” H