Mag-log inChapter 72 Tori’s POV The urgency in his voice when he came into the testing room was almost startling. "I have to go now, but I will be back for you soon. Sit still here and don’t leave without me," he said, further heightening my worries. "What is wrong? Did something happen at the office?" I called out to ask him. He shook his head, running his hands through his hair—a nervous habit I had realized he did whenever he got very uneasy. "Kylian may be in danger. I don’t know for sure now, but I will call you to update you when I get more information," he said. Now it was my turn to panic. What was going on, and why did Kylian have to be in danger? I watched him leave the room in a hurry, the doctor trying to get me to calm down. Throughout the rest of the scan, I was restless. I checked my phone more times than I could count, waiting to see if it would ring or if he had any new information to tell me. "That will be all for today, miss. I would advise you to come b
Chapter 71 Alpha Lancaster's POV The fear I’d felt when she dropped to the floor still lingered in my thoughts as I turned off the car, Tori getting down tiredly. She looked exhausted—both from the stress we were putting the child through and the temporary anxiety she’d felt from the bullet whizzing past her ears. "I'm so glad you are back now, Tori. You are never leaving this house again," Kylian said, his goofy smile making me forget the serious threat that still lingered as I stared at him. "Don't worry, I will be here for a long time now," she said, and that made me smile. At least she wasn’t thinking about leaving tomorrow morning. "You should go for an antenatal checkup tomorrow. With everything you’ve been through, it would be unhealthy if we don’t know the welfare of the baby," I said to her. She sighed, stopping at the foot of the stairs and pausing to look at me. "I have plans on going tomorrow," she said, though I could see a certain look of indignation in
Chapter 70 Alpha Damian’s POV I was livid with anger. I couldn’t show it to them—at least not while they were still in shock about the entire incident—but I had a very good idea who could be the prime suspect. “You are not staying here a minute longer. Get your bags and let’s go. I will call the chief of police and also some investigators. Whoever it is that thinks he can pull such a stunt is raving mad,” Alpha Lancaster fumed. It took all I had in me not to shout, not to go over to her house and squeeze her neck. My heart was beating quickly. The image of her there on the bed, body numb from the poison as she struggled to stay awake, sat with me. She could have died. “Damian?” I heard her voice call, snapping me out of the self-guilt that now threatened to consume me. They were all staring at me eagerly. “Sorry… I didn’t quite get that,” I said, stumbling over my words. Alpha Lancaster’s eyes turned into slits as he looked at me, pursing his lips in suspicion.
Chapter 69 Tori's POV My body hit the floor with a painful thud, and I groaned in pain at the sound of one of my bones breaking on impact. When I finally came to, I realized Alpha Lancaster was on the floor, lying in his own pool of blood. The bullet was still lodged in his side, and I knew that without it being removed, there was no way he would be able to heal with the help of his wolf. My brain was disoriented, my heart thudding as I tried to think of a hospital that accepted werewolves. We were in a human-based society, but some hospitals knew of our existence and treated us. Tears gathered in my eyes with each passing minute as I watched him struggle with his words, the blood now rushing into his lungs and stopping him from speaking. He spat a handful out, finally gripping his phone and tossing it into my hands. "Call Collins," he said weakly. With quivering hands and a head that now felt lighter than feathers, my voice trembled as I spoke into the phone.
Chapter 68 Tori's POV I was still pissed as I got prepared for bed later that night. I had found myself sleeping through most of the morning, waking up only at intervals to eat an early lunch and then dinner. My bags were unpacked, my head was pounding, and for some reason, the whole apartment felt cold. I shivered as I got off the couch where I had been lying for a good part of the night, the urge to bathe suddenly overwhelming me as I went into my room. The cold only seemed to increase as I stepped into the hot bathtub, allowing the water to soak every part of my body and relax me for a brief moment. I didn't want to step out of the bathtub, but when I eventually did, I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up. I didn't know what it was, but something felt oddly off. I wrapped my body with a towel as I selected my clothes to wear. My back was turned to the little window in my room, and I felt a creeping sensation at the back of my head - almost as though someone was
Chapter 67 Damian's POV This was not the plan. None of this was according to script, and it was all the fault of my heart - that stupid organ in my body that didn't know how to differentiate between love and bait. When did I begin to like her? Perhaps it was when she began to smile more often with me. Or maybe it was because she reminded me too fondly of my last girlfriend - at least before Lancaster stole her from me. I had a plan. A strict plan I was supposed to follow. I did not have to do whatever I wanted with her; she was bait for Lancaster. And now, somehow, I had caught feelings. My heart raced just seeing her walk toward me. It was behaving like a pesky teenage schoolboy. I sighed as I got into my house, turned on the lights, and jumped when I saw her seated there in the darkness, motionless. "I think I got you good," Emily said, her teeth on full display. "What kind of psychopath sits in the dark?" I asked. A small image of me doing the exact same thing t







