All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Novalee POV"Do not touch her!" I scream.My own voice tears through my throat, raw and burning. My eyes snap open. The ceiling is wrong. The air is wrong. My chest heaves as I shove myself upright in the mattress, the sheets twisting tight around my legs.Luka bolts upright beside me. His hand hits my shoulder in a second, his grip hard and grounding. "Novalee? What is it? What happened?"I do not look at him. I cannot look at his face. The images are still burned into the back of my eyelids. Everything was red. Everything was blood and ash."Novalee, look at me," Luka demands. He pulls me toward him, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. He pulls my back against his chest, his heart hammering against my spine. "You are safe. It was just a dream.""It was not a dream," I choke out. My voice is a thin whisper. My teeth click together, vibrating with a cold terror that does not belong to this room.

Adriel POV"Get up, David. You are hovering," I say.My voice cuts through the crisp autumn air of the courtyard. I keep my shoulders square, my back pressed against the cold stone pillar of the packhouse veranda.David does not budge. The boy is ten years old, a scrawny tangle of limbs from Betty’s old pack, and for the last three hours, he has been glued to her side. He does not look at me. He only looks at Betty, his small hands gripping the hem of her oversized jumper like it is a lifeline."He is fine, Adriel," Betty says.She does not look at me either. Her fingers trace the boy's hairline, smoothing down a stray tuft of brown fur-like hair. Her movements are methodical. Too slow. Too deliberate. It is the same distraction tactic she has used for a fortnight, ever since the fire took her parents. She fills every second with tasks. Shopping trips. Checking the borders. Now, this.A hollow, black void t

Adriel POV"Move your feet, Mitchell, before I dump this entire pizza box right onto your head," Betty snapped, her voice cutting through the damp chill of the subterranean corridor.Mitchell did not move. He stood three paces ahead of us, his broad shoulders squared, his nose twitching as he drew the heavy air deep into his lungs. "Shut up for a second, Betty."I reached out, my fingers wrapping tightly around the soft leather of Betty’s jacket sleeve to pull her back. The hallway leading to her quarters was usually thick with the scent of pine and old stone, but right now, a sharp, metallic copper tang scraped against the back of my throat."Blood," I muttered, my chest tightening as my inner Lycan stirred, claws straining against the skin of my knuckles. "That is fresh blood."Mitchell gave a sharp nod, his amber eyes flashing in the dim light of the overhead bulbs. "It is not an attack. The scent is heavy, but there is no pheromone of fea

Mitchell POVThe phone screen flashes. A black-and-gold notification pops up from my banking app. Flagged.I stare at the digits. The transaction amount makes my jaw tighten. Adriel is with her, and my little brother does not know the meaning of a budget. He just swiped my black card.Another alert pings. A second request for authorization. This one is from Betty.My thumb hovers over the green button. Girls are a different kind of monster when they get inside a shopping mall. Especially my girl. I tap approval, but my chest feels tight.I press her contact name. The phone rings twice before her voice fills my ear."Hi, love," I say, leaning my shoulder against the cold stone wall of the corridor. "Yeah, it is all good on this end. Adriel and I just finished moving your things into your new room."I listen to the sweet sound of her breath over the static. My wolf stirs inside my chest, lifting his head at her voice."I am stand

Adriel POV"Take the forest green shirt," Betty says.She holds the fabric up against my chest. Her fingers brush my collarbone, and a spark of electricity shoots straight down my spine. She does not even notice what she does to me. She just keeps looking at the clothes on the racks."The green suits you," I say, my voice low. "But that midnight blue one next to it is more for Mitchell."Betty smiles. It is a soft, small thing that makes my chest tighten. She is shopping for my brother too. I pretend to look at a rack of leather jackets, but my eyes never really leave her.She thinks she is isolated. She thinks she is just a broken girl from a forgotten pack. But she knows a team leader inside the hunter organisation. She knows secrets that should be buried six feet deep. Every single day, this female shows me she is far more dangerous than I thought."Are you going to keep staring at me, Adriel, or are you going to help?" Betty asks.