All Chapters of THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Thane stood before the mirror, resplendent in his traditional wedding attire, adjusting his intricately embroidered vest. Two serious-looking young wolves fussed over him, adjusting his clothes and combing out his hair. Their activities were interrupted as the door to the chambers flung open. Thane looked up with a mixture of surprise and annoyance at the sudden intrusion, but his face softened as Drena marched in, fully dressed in a beautifully patterned, flowing gown. "Well, you're going to miss your own wedding, this dressing is taking forever!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement, betraying the mock frown on her face.Thane smiled. "I would have had the eyes of the person that entered my chambers without permission like this, Drena. Be thankful that you're my most favourite person here."Drena chuckled. "That's soon going to change. On your return to this chamber tonight, you'll be back with a new favourite person!"Thane motioned to the men in the room, and with a qu

Lylah walked on, her feet carrying her forward with a determination she didn't know she possessed. The sun beat down on her, relentless in its intensity, but she pressed on, undeterred. As the day wore on, the landscape around her changed, the dense forest giving way to rolling hills and verdant pastures. Now and then she would come across a deer or a stag, their cautious gazes lingering before they vanished into the underbrush. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Lylah finally paused, her body screaming for rest. She found a relatively flat spot under a sturdy oak tree, sheltered from the wind, and began to make herself comfortable for the night.Shay's provisions proved to be a lifesaver, as Lylah wrapped herself in the warm blankets and devoured a simple but satisfying meal. She lit one of the candles, the soft flame casting eerie shadows on the surrounding trees. From time to time gusts of winds would blow out the candle, plunging her into temporary

The Mercedes Splinter van wound its way through the concrete roads of Manhattan, the towering skyscrapers of the Financial District giving way to the iconic neon lights of Times Square. The billboards and advertisements that lined the streets flashed by in a colorful blur: Coca-Cola, Nike, and Broadway shows vying for attention. The van turned onto a side street, the bright lights giving way to a more subdued, industrial landscape. The sounds of the city grew louder - the honking of horns, the chatter of pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance.The van pulled up to a nondescript compound, surrounded by high walls and topped with razor wire. The sign above the entrance read "Janerad Foundation" in bold, metallic letters. The men emerged immediately the van was safely through the large gate, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of the compound's security lights.Carefully, they lifted Lylah's unconscious form from the van and carried her towards the entrance of the tower

The room was silent for very long, as Thane pondered on Omah's suggestion. He took her hands, his eyes locking onto hers. "That may be an option, but it's not one I'm willing to take. I don't want to replace you with another." A sad smile crossed Omah's lips, but her expression remained resolute and her voice was steady as she spoke. "I appreciate this - you not wanting to replace me; but the choice may just be beyond your will my Alpha. When I married you I was well aware of what is expected of your mate. We are all familiar with the words of the prophecy. I know how crucial it is for you to have a child, an heir to secure the future of our clan. And if I'm unable to conceive..." She paused, her eyes welling up with tears. "I won't hold you back, Thane. I won't be the reason our clan suffers."Thane's face contorted in a mixture of emotions – shock, guilt, and concern. He pulled Omah into a tight embrace, holding her close. "You're not to blame, Omah. This isn't your fault."But Om

Lying on her bed, and looking up at the blank ceiling, Lylah's head was pounding, her forehead awkwardly puckered with anger. What was Justine up to? Because if he wasn't up to anything, why would he keep her locked up here like a prisoner? She thought about Ravenhurst, then Lunarville. Might there be a chance that someone was out searching for her? Would Shay hear that she never made it to Galenstar, and that she wasn't in Lunarville either? Would anyone come to save her from her current situation? The sound of footsteps echoed outside her room, and she sat up, her eyes narrowing as the door opened and Justine entered."You don't even knock, these days." Lylah said, her tone laced with annoyance. Justine sat down calmly in the chair beside her bed, his expression serene. "Lylah, What exactly is your problem?" he asked, ignoring her remark. Lylah's tone was incredulous. "My problem, you ask?" "Yes, your problem." Justine added, his voice smooth but firm. "I should say I expected s