All Chapters of Lycan Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

>Xavier and Zoe exchanged glances.Were they supposed to make up a good lie? Improvise? Or tell the truth?No, truth seemed to be the worst option. How could they explain anything to humans when they had so many unanswered questions?The receptionist tapped her pen on her notepad impatiently."What do we do?" Zoe asked through the mind link desperately."I have a plan. Just go with what I say, okay?" Xavier replied."Ma'am-" Before Xavier could have another word out, the receptionist's facial expression and body language changed."What are you?" She asked almost threateningly."Excuse me, I don't-" Xavier started but was interrupted again."No! No stories or lies. Don't you dare. Do you even know where you are?" She stood up. Her eyes were cold. They were two against one in the room, and one of them was the youngest Alpha Councilor, yet the receptionist was more intimidating. "Enlighten us," Zoe stood up as well, followed by Xavier. Things were escalating and not in a fri

>Walking inside the room I felt like I had just stepped through a time machine or a portal that teleported me centuries back in time.The walls seemed to be carved out of huge stones that had probably withstood the test of time. Claw markings on the walls and low-hanging cast-iron chandeliers gave the whole place a dark and mysterious aura. The electrical circuits seemed to have been installed after construction as if after their invention."Impressive, isn't it?" I jumped at the remark and closed my mouth that had opened in awe of the place.I looked to my right, where the calm voice had come from, and saw the elderly lady from earlier sitting behind a huge mahogany table with carvings of Lycans like Dahlia and celestial bodies intertwined with vines and markings that looked, unlike any language I had ever known.The lady had a softness in her eyes that she didn't have earlier when she was interrogating me and Xavier. I noticed that my necklace was placed neatly on the t

>As I picked up the khaki letter Lady Chihiro had given me, she sarcastically advised, "I'd suggest reading the first letter before reading this one."It took me a moment to understand what her words implied. When I did, my eyebrows raised in surprise and disbelief, "Wait a minute! Did my mother write this letter?"She sat back satisfied and smirked, "You reached that conclusion all on your own. I didn't say anything. And I will neither affirm nor deny that assumption." But I was not satisfied. I needed answers. How could my mother be sure that I'd choose to come at the club? Lady Chihiro was good at guessing my thoughts through my facial expressions. So, she said, "Go home Zoe Simmons, and read the letters in peace," She paused before adding, "Preferably alone."Talking about Xavier, I realized that he was probably still with all those guards in the waiting room."Xavier is my mate," I had no idea where the sudden protectiveness came from but I had the urge to defend h

>After being kidnapped and traded by that crow-witch creature, I woke up in strange surroundings. One look and an instant dread settled in my heart. That feeling turned to panic when I realized I couldn't move much.Even though I had never seen a dungeon, somehow, I knew I was in one then. It was dirty, dark, and damp. But, the worst was the cold. As a werewolf, I had never truly felt cold. Yes, winters were chilly but my grandmother came from a line of arctic werewolves. Cold was where we thrived. Or, so I had thought.That cold was something else. It was claw marks and dried blood on the ancient stone walls. It was the stink of death and decay. It was loneliness and unbreakable metal chains. It was hopelessness. And it felt like it was seeping into my soul with every passing minute.At first, I tried to break the chains, to try and find a way to escape before anyone found me out. But I could neither break the chains, nor anybody came. I don't know how much time passed. My

>I was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. But I had to keep going. My escape was probably noticed and that meant Carmen was dead. I held her necklace tighter in my hand and followed the sounds of running water.I reached a stream, just like Carmen had said that I would. I washed up and had a long drink. My stomach grumbled in hunger but I needed to keep moving. I don't know how long I walked. My feet had blisters. The evening was bringing darkness and cold. I shivered but kept going. Carmen had risked her life for mine, I trusted her enough to show me the path to safety.One more step on the mossy stream bank and I slipped, instantly losing consciousness because of how exhausted I was.~The next time I woke up warm. It felt like a foreign feeling. I groaned and instantly someone was by my side."Careful, you are still weak." A voice just as soft as the bed that I was lying in called from my side. I opened my eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. It looked like a