icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Bound By Fated: Mated to Cruel Lycan

Chapter 2 Bound By Fated: Mated to Cruel Lycan

Word Count: 1037    |    Released on: 22/04/2024

ry'

spoke in my head was my wolf. Luther and I thought I would be his mate and he would realize when I got my

the whole atmosphere vibrated but I wasn't about t

y hand and I immediately jolted away. I felt like elec

He asked as I stared at him with an

ng at me for being with one of her guests." I gritted my teeth before rushing away. If he truly wa

hed towards Luther's room. If he wasn't in the g

in the room. I peeked through the half-opened door and just as I stared inside, I saw Luther

believe Luther would even look at Isabella once before going against

aid as soon as Luther pulled away from Isabella who leaned on Luther for supp

d gently as she patted Luther's back with pride. "We will announce you

scene unfold before me. I couldn't believe Luther didn'

urned to leave. I rushed down the stairs with tears blinding m

is ground and show them he was in love with me but he disappointed me. I couldn'

ling down my cheeks. I knew everywhere would be empty

even want to see Luther again. Isabella won again

of footsteps. I was surprised I was able to pick something far away because i

th each other again. I lay in my bed but as the footsteps stopped, the scent of rose

ing figure stepped into the room, looking straight at me. It was that

nd he walked towards me, leaning in to look at my teary eyes. His thumb gently wiped the tear

oo strong and just carried me out of the room. I kicked and hit his back as hard as I could

ng me?" I pleaded as I burst into tears. As I did that, he sto

my eyes and I wanted to use that opportunity of his loo

ad negatively with fear in my eyes. "You are so naive as always. Do you remember

jolted back to reality. The man who killed him stared right at me. My

started to shake as I pointed at the man

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open