All Chapters of The Wolf King's Secret Son : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jill POV “Good morning, Jill,” Anthony greets me. He’s wearing his usual black suit and looks handsome as always. He smiles at me kindly. While he’s flirting, he’s so far respected my decision not to go out with him, and it hasn’t become awkward since he asked yesterday.However, as he walks to the counter, he looks a little nervous. I wonder if he plans to ask again.I smile at him. “The usual?”“Of course,” he replies. I start making his coffee and warming the muffins as I feel him watching me.“Hey, I was wondering if you’d be interested in this thing Saturday,” he says suddenly. I set the coffee down and look up at him. “It’s a concert-in-the-park kind of thing. My friend got me free tickets, but no one else seems interested in going. It doesn’t have to be a date,” he hurries to say. “We can go as friends.”I hesitate, considering my answer.It’s obvious that Matthew is a dead end. Should I try spending time with the very willing and very interested man in front of me? Or is it t

Matthew POV Hunting usually helps clear my mind. I find myself restless for something to do and focus on, so I leave the hotel, eager to find a trail. It doesn’t take long before I find something.The scent fills my nostrils and my wolf encourages me forward. I can smell him—the rogue. There’s only one from what I can tell of the trail. I consider calling for backup, but I can easily handle a singular rogue alone.I want to focus on the hunt. Not Jill or what happened this morning.I hated doing that to her again. She tried to hide the hurt from her expression, but I could see it clear as day. My lack of self-control caused that pain, and I try not to linger on that fact as I move quietly through the streets of the city.What’s done is done. I can’t control the past, but I can control the present and find this rogue.The late afternoon sun is hot on my back as I let my wolf’s senses guide me. I follow the scent, not paying attention to which streets I’m turning on until—I stopped th

Jill POV Owen and I walk home to our apartment, the streets becoming darker as evening draws near.“Should we order food tonight?” I ask him as we walk up the stairs.“Sure,” he says enthusiastically.“Chinese?”“Yes, please!” he grins.“Fine, but only if you go straight and take a bath,” I tell him.He immediately drops his bag and races to the bathroom.I smile to myself as I pull up the website to order food. I hear the bathwater begin to run, and I kick off my shoes, sliding into the chair in the living room with a sigh.Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.I frown. I haven’t placed the order yet. Who could that be?Glancing at the bathroom, I move toward the door and peer through the peephole.It’s Matthew. What the fuck?I open the door, glaring at him.“There is no way even you dare to show up here,” I snap at him. “I thought I made myself clear.”“Jill, I need to speak with you,” Matthew says, interrupting me.I studied him for a moment. He looks exhausted. His hair and clo

Matthew POV “Jill?”I shove open the bakery door, and the smell of blood hits me like a wave.“Shit,” I mumble as I take in the room. The pictures are shattered on the ground, blood splatters mark the wall, and there are scorch marks on the floor.I search for Jill and finally see her slumped on the floor near the counter.“Jill!”I rush toward her, lifting her up. Her head is covered in blood, yet there are no other major injuries on her body that I can see.I shake her gently until her eyes slowly open.“Hey, it’s me. I’m here.”“Matthew,” she mutters.I help her sit up. She sways slightly, grasping her head before she looks at me with wide eyes.“Owen?” she asks.I shake my head. “Tell me what happened here?”She scans the room, frowning like she can’t remember the details. Then her eyes land on the pooling blood just behind the counter.“Amanda,” she sobs, moving toward her friend.Amanda lays limp, claws and bite marks evident in her torn skin and a frozen mask of horror on her

Jill POV I lunge for the wolves around me. They circle me like vultures, searching for opportunities to strike. My teeth latch onto fur and bone, and I bite down. Hard.The yelp rings throughout the room and gives me morbid satisfaction as I bite down again.This time, the bone breaks. I release to see the rogue limping away. I don’t have time to relish in the victory as I hear a deafening roar. I glance in Matthew’s direction, hoping to see that he’s triumphing in some way, but my stomach rises to my throat as I notice him pinned to the ground. His dark coat is wet with blood, and the surrounding wolves have their jaws locked around him so that he can’t move.I can’t help but feel the gratitude that floods through me. He has no attachment to this boy or, honestly, even me, yet he’s risking his life for both of us. My anger towards him slowly seeps away as I realize how much he’s sacrificing by being here. He could’ve walked away. He could’ve made me deal with this on my own, but he