All Chapters of The Wolf King's Secret Son : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Matthew POVMy eyes fly open. My heart is racing, and I take a few breaths to slow it back down.This dream felt different. Usually, they cut off with my mother’s screams, but this time…this time, I dreamt that I saw the killer and the mark on his back. I don’t know that I’ve ever dreamed of the mark before—at least not on the killer himself.I knew it wasn’t true. When it happened, I obeyed my mother and remained hidden beneath the bed like I promised her I would while they fought with their lives to protect me. I didn’t see anyone, even though I wish I would’ve. Then, maybe I’d have more to go on in finding the killer.I groan, my voice echoing into the room. My muscles are tense after the dream, but it’s the middle of the night and too early to get up.My eyes close again, and my thoughts drift back to Jill. My heartbeat speeds up, but this time, it’s in a good way. Thinking of her washes away the fear and fills me with a different kind of tension.I remember touching my thumb to h

Jill POVMatthew folds his arms across his chest, watching me with a cold stare. “Why are you in my room, Jill? I didn’t invite you here, and I don’t want you here. You should leave.”My chest tightens with anxiousness. I refuse to believe I was that wrong about how he feels toward me, so I don’t move a muscle.“You didn’t answer my question,” I told him. “If you want me gone, you’ll have to lift me off this bed and throw me out yourself.”He won’t be able to resist once he touches me. Every time we’ve previously touched, it felt like a fire was burning beneath my skin. Just let him touch me and feel the same; he’ll give in.Matthew walks toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans over the bed so that his mouth is mere inches above mine.“Get. Out,” he growls, his voice sending a shudder through me.My wolf howls like she’s been struck, and the pain that sinks into my chest makes it hard to breathe. I swear I can hear my heart cracking.“I don’t understand,” I choke, sitting up

Matthew POVThe alcohol may be clouding my judgment and making my movements sloppy, but it’s doing nothing to dull my senses. She gasps, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting hers.A shudder slides down my back as she moans, her fingers moving to curl in my hair. She pulls me closer, like there’s too many inches between us. I oblige her, pressing her back to the door. We break the kiss, and she groans in argument, but the sound turns to a gasp as I move to her neck. I suck the sensitive skin there, and she melts in my arms.My hands wander down her body, using the curves in her waist to keep her body flush with mine. She flushes pink when she feels the hardness of my arousal.I chuckle at her reaction, but Jill pulls back for a second.“Are you sure?” she asks me. Her eyes are so sincere and concerned it makes me feel guilty about last night.I kiss her gently and slowly.“Yes,” I tell her, and she sighs in relief. “Okay.”Her mouth eagerly meets mine. She tastes sweet like honey

Jill POVMatthew looks at me unsympathetically, and my blood runs cold.“I told you once before. You should’ve listened, regardless of what I said last night.”With that, he turns and leaves the room.I’m surrounded by the silence once again, the memory of his touch lingering like a dream. I wish I’d dreamed of it. I wish it hadn’t happened because going through this pain of rejection all over again is too much.I collapse onto the bed. The smell of him fills my nostrils, and I start to sob quietly until it exhausts me back to sleep.I wake in the evening. My head is pounding from the crying, but I don’t do anything to soothe the pain. Maybe it will become enough to overwhelm the ache in my heart.Instead, my whole body hurts. I lie there without moving, turning over the events of last night in my head.“I didn’t imagine what he said,” I told my wolf. “He said all those things.”“He must’ve lied like he said,” she responds mournfully.“There’s no way. I saw the truth in his eyes. I sa

Matthew POV I leave them without waiting for a response and make my way to the library. My collection of books is enormous. While I keep the most important ones about my lineage and territory in my office, the library holds an enormous selection of maps, histories, and encyclopedias on various topics. Many of the books have been collected for generations and kept by Alphas throughout the years.My father was always proud of this collection. He and my mother loved books and reading. They used to give each other new titles on their birthdays while I would watch excitedly, waiting to be read to.Now, the library just reminds me of them, so I hardly spend time here anymore. Even the smells of the pages remind me of my mother’s laugh and my father’s voice.It makes me sad to know they’ll never give each other another book, and I never got to share in that tradition as an adult.I sigh as I move along the shelves. It’s organized by category, so I easily know where to look. The lineages don