All Chapters of Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Bellatrix Sinclair“Ever so often I’d catch something moving at the corner of my eye, a shadowy figure. Chalking it down to pure imagination since I had been there for so long. One night, I was so sleep deprived that I thought I’ll just close my eyes for a second at the desk in reception. That way, I’ll know if anyone comes here.”“Holy shit.” Ari muttered, rubbing her bicep rigorously.Suddenly everyone was completely engrossed in his story, unwilling to avert their attention.“I knew I fell asleep at reception; I specifically had my flashlight on the desk. But when I woke up, I was in room 333.”We gasped. “Fuck.”“That wasn’t the worst part, when I opened my eyes, another pair was staring directly at me.”“Oh fuck.” A chill running down my spine, goosebumps arising.“She had long straight hair that touched the floor and covered her face, only showing her black eyes. She stared at me, wide-eyed and I never made a move. I wanted to vomit because that foul smell was coming from her an

Lazarus De LoughreyHer rosy cheeks were enticing, the hypnotic glaze of her emeralds were captivating, the way she looked at me felt like my undoing.“I think I’m falling inlove with you.” She whispered softly in confession, spilling from her tongue involuntarily.My eyes widened as I sucked in a sharp breath of disbelief. “What did you say?”The alcohol flowing in her bloodstream gave her confidence and made her less guarded than she originally was. She pursed her lips, lightly running her fingers along my bottom lip with lust dancing in her orbs.“Bellatrix.” I called, “What-“She crashes her lips against mine in a desperate and possessive kiss that sets my soul on fire. I shouldn’t feel this elated by her confession because I knew Bellatrix would deny it tomorrow. However, I couldn’t control myself. She had crept under my skin, her divine essence slithering in my veins and taking ownership of this organ in my chest.The only time I’ve ever felt it beat, the only time I’ve ever fel

Lazarus De LoughreyShe was sleeping peacefully, bathed in the glow of the moonlight that highlighted her magnetic beauty. I found myself longing to see those mesmerizing icy eyes, the balm to her soul. Her words playing on an endless loop in my mind, slipping from her lips like a secret that was never to be spoken.A mirage of emotions exploded in her eyes; the most overwhelming one was fear that turned them white. Maybe my possession and jealousy ran deeper, someone incapable of love wanted to devour her soul until we became one.In my own twisted and damaged heart – she was mine.Bellatrix saw beyond what everyone admired about me, power, wealth and status. Her hatred for the Wolf King was a separate entity compared to her affection towards me. Tracing her smooth skin, warmth flooding her cheeks and plush reddened lips that were abused by my own. Sparks ignited every time we touched, tingles erupting on my lips with a simple reminder.“I’m sorry that I’m putting you through this.”

Bellatrix SinclairI glared at her, if I had the strength – the hatred would be written all over my face. The excruciating pain that shot through my leg had my vision blurring, sweat beaded down my forehead as I fought consciousness.Cassandra seized my jaw, bitterness emitting from her pores as her eyes darkened. “You forget your fucking place and now you will face the consequences.”Catching a glimpse of her perfect manicure morphing into weaponized claws that she raised into the air, preparing to strike. I thought the humiliation of being utterly useless against those wolves and leaving Lila to suffer like a coward was my rock bottom.But the bar was in hell if I die at this bitch’s hand. Someone who doesn’t know the misery caused by war and oppression and segregation.Swirling the mixture of blood and saliva, I spit in her face. “Fuck….you….selfish bitch.”She let out a banshee scream, “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”I blinked, a gush of wind striking my face as a blurry figure whizzes p

Bellatrix SinclairI thought the silence would help me decipher Lazarus actions and words but to no avail. He was the one person I couldn’t read, a permanent wall that keeps me from getting too close unless he allows it.Lazarus gives you glimpses into his mind, purely calculating and specific. You only see what he let’s you see, you only take his words at face value because you cannot dig deeper into the real meaning behind it.His kindness wasn’t surprising, although it was unnerving because I didn’t know which side was the real him.A knock resounded from the door, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. “Lila.” I beamed, studying her appearance for any sort of injury.She ran towards me with open arms, embracing me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault; I should have protected you.” She bawled incoherently. “I’m so sorry.”“You have nothing to be sorry for. You protected me.” I stated definitively. Patting her back reassuringly. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have b