All Chapters of Bride Of The Lycan King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amber’s POV Alpha Dale was looking at me expectantly. After the whole interrogation, he had dismissed Yeti, demanding she return to her room—she now had a room in the mansion—and brought me to ours, maybe to be sure I heard the things he wanted me to hear. Did he know how awful I felt knowing that I had let my guard down? I had been foolish enough to believe the words of a stranger, and what I hated to think about the most was that even he was a stranger. All of them were strangers. What if they were all lying to me? Feeding me, caring for me, and helping me was all an elaborate lie I was being made to believe before they showed their true colors. Fattening up the cows before slaughter. I was the cow. I just didn’t know it. “What are you thinking about?” Alpha Dale, asked, startling me out of my thoughts. “You look like you’re about to bleed out of your face. I guess you heard the prisoner then? I’m sorry. ”He wasn’t sorry. Not in the least. If he could run it in, he wou

Dale’s POV I could not rest easy knowing that Amber was probably fighting for her life. Worse yet, she might be losing. Trent had done as I had asked, and now I could see Gregg in the interrogation room, sitting on his tail and probably wondering if it was his execution. I glanced at Yeti, who was fidgeting behind me. “Are you ready? ”Her frightened eyes lowered to the ground, but her head bobbed affirmative. “Yes.” She mouthed, wrapping her arms around herself. For a minute, she reminded me of Amber those first few weeks after her arrival. Their first smelt almost the same. Pushing the thought away, I pulled the door to the interrogation room and stepped in. Gregg’s eyes flickered towards me, darting from me to Yeti, then back to his hands on the table. Trent turned towards the entrance as well, eyeing Yeti before nodding in my direction. “I tried to ask him if there’s a way he can reach Derrick. I mean, since he’s on assignment here, there’s a possibility they agreed to meet so

Amber’s POV Darkness. Not the peaceful kind that soothes you into slumber, nor the gentle quiet that welcomed your body to rest. This darkness was something else—thick, painful, suffocating, and pressing in on me from all sides. The pain tugged me out of unconsciousness, pulling me back into my body with a dull, throbbing awareness. My limbs felt heavy, my skin felt raw, and there was an uncomfortable weight in my chest that seemed both familiar and foreign. I groaned, shifting slightly as though that would help unload the weight, but instead I felt a sharp sting in my side that made me wince. My body protested any movement, reminding me exactly why I felt as though I had been run over by a train. Maybe because I had been. Well, not literally—but if I counted everything that had happened, it was close to that. My body wasn’t healing as fast as it should, and Alpha Dale…Alpha Dale. My eyes flew open. The room was dim, warm, and oddly familiar—but my heart raced as my thoughts

Amber’s POV Fire. Red. Hot. Everywhere. It slithered up the walls, eating through homes and people alike. Heat pulsed around me, mimicking my heartbeat. The air was thick and suffocating. Smoke wrapped around my throat like a noose. The screams were heart-wrenching. The hands appeared first, reaching for me. The screams became louder, more taunting. Someone was screaming someone’s name. My name? I glanced around, searching for the source of the screams and also for anything that was not fire. That was when I saw the little girl. I recognized her instantly. She had my golden eyes, and they were boring into me. Wisps of her hair—the same fiery red as mine—clung to her damp forehead. Why was she here? I needed to get her out of here. But before I could move, hands clamped down on my wrist. A jolt shot up my arm, and then I was falling—I woke with a scream, bolting upright in my bed. My breath came out in loud puffs, and despite the cold, frigid air, sweat clung to my skin. My

Dale’s POV Gregg was convinced the witch was hiding in the motel. We had been sitting for what felt like ages—only a few hours—and we saw no signs of life. The motel stank of cheap cigarettes, fear, and regrets. I wondered why she chose a place like this to hide—if she was even in there. From where i sat in the rental car Silas has gotten us after ditching our cars, I watched the windows. Checking for signs of life, of which ours seemed like the only ones out here. “She’s still in there,” Gregg murmured, hunching forward to peer over my shoulders. He glanced at me. “You know I’m right.” “Shut up.” Trent grumbled, eyes locked on the windows as well. I pressed my hands on my temple, heaving a sigh. “Have you been able to reach Janine?” I asked, glancing at Trent. He shook his head. “I think she blocked us out. All her numbers are taking me to voicemail. Have you tried Amber? ”My jaw tightened. “The same thing. The mate bond would have come in handy right now.