Semua Bab Bride Of The Lycan King: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Amber’s POV Their eyes followed us all the way to the table. Their tight expressions barely concealed their irritation and disgust at me. I should waver as I used to before when Alpha Derrick or Celia gave me that look, but for some reason, I felt different. Stronger. Like all their stares couldn’t get to me. Once we were seated, Janine leaned in and pointed to a man. “That’s Dale’s uncle.” She snorted. ‘Very bitter man. It’s best to avoid him.” She added. Alpha Dale’s uncle looked a lot like you would imagine a man who should have been Lycan King looked like. I had never seen him before, but he had almost the same eyes as Alpha Dale. Only his had more grey in them than blue. And right now, they were looking down at me with disdain, disapproval, and hostility. Maybe that was why Alpha Dale had insisted on wedging himself between us. One look at his uncle told me he would definitely use any weaknesses to remove me from Alpha Dale’s life, and I wasn’t about to show him any. “This

Amber’s POV There was a flutter of nervousness in my belly as I flung my clothes from my body. The heat in Alpha Dale’s eyes was almost physical, like a hunger that caused an itch on his skin he couldn’t stop scratching. He looked at me like I was dinner just served. The moment I shimmied out of my lingerie, Alpha Dale groaned, catching my bra mid-air as he started towards me. His hand caught me easily, holding onto my waist firmly as he spun me up into his arms with a casual ease. Ducking down, he caught my lips in a blisteringly hot kiss, his naked body—when did he get naked?—plastered against my own, and his hands clutched me in hot demand. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hitching myself more securely to him. His lips moved around mine in another scorching kiss that made my body burn with flames of desire and need. His mouth still taking mine hungrily, he directed us to the bed, tugging my legs open so he could crawl in between them. I moaned into his lips, moaning again

Amber’s POV I walked with Yeti to the Moon Priestess's home. It was quite far from the mansion and in a very quiet neighborhood. In fact, it was hard to see any other homes for miles, and many times, I had considered turning around, but Yeti was adamant she wanted to see her. I didn’t know what she thought the priestess could do for a witch like her, and it was only when we were quite close to the priestess’ house that I thought about the possibility that she wasn’t seeking out the priestess for her witch side. She was still a werewolf, even if it wasn’t fully. My mind strayed to Alpha Dale, and memories of the night we spent together came to the forefront of my mind. I didn’t want him to think I ran away, so I sent him an emotion of longing and warmth; hopefully, he was going to understand it. Our connection was still weird, but I wanted to understand it, and I wanted to take full advantage of it. Having a mate was something I always desired. I had always envisioned it with fr

I was dreaming. There was no question about that, but I already know that something was off about this dream. The moment that awareness hits me, I feel her. It felt like there was something wrong, like there was something intruding in my mind space, because she was my other half. My wolf. A perfect right in this space as I was, but it still felt different having her in my mind, in my dream like this. I thought about the moon’s priestess words. Was this an opportunity to understand my wolf better? To learn about my past?She said I was wrong. What was I wrong about? “Where are we?” I asked, looking at the four-story structure that was sitting in front of us. The house was almost like the one back at Moonstone pack. Alpha Derrick’s pack house. But there was something different about this one. And it wasn’t just the color or that it was one more story larger than Alpha Derrick’s pack house. It felt homey and familiar, and it called to me in a way that I didn’t want to resist.

Amber’s POV I woke up to Alpha Dale’s face so close to mine that if I moved a tiny inch, I’d be kissing him. I traced the lines of his beautiful face—it still astounded me how one person could be so handsome that it was breathtaking—etching every detail into memory. His subtle high cheekbones, the sharpness of his jaw, the fullness of his soft lips. His long, crooked nose, which fit his face perfectly, his bushy brows, and long lashes—goddess, they were so long, they would put a woman’s to shame. When I was done committing every minute detail to memory, I slipped quietly out of bed and into the bathroom to relieve my now aching bladder and clean myself up. When I was done with that, I made my way back into our bedroom to find Alpha Dale still fast asleep in bed. As if sensing me there, he popped one eye open and watched me. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice still rough with sleep. I shrugged. Lifting my weight to either of my feet a little awkwardly. “Just… nothing