Her Triplet Alphas And The Lycan Prince

I can kill the son of a b*tch with my bare hands for killing my mother. I hate him and his father with p

she was treating him at her clinic. In fact, his demise had been accidental due to a push occasioned by her in self-defense. My Dad only arrived at the scene after the bastard had alr

o visit me, let alone providing me with a cup of water. My throat is dry and thirsty while the rumbles in my stomach remind me of the rice and chicken stew we would have had for supper had the savages not ambushed. Perhaps they think they

er I would be able to shift into one. I am always fearful of the kind of traits that it would infuse in me. Secondly, it would accord me the

lication to the college is yet to arrive. Problem is if I would be able to attend college in my present circumstances, though I would give anything to. I kn

k house only to discover the ruins. They would assume that I am dead as the rest and turn back home, heavily weighed

ust have been produced by Raphael. The nincompoop had survived from the wound I had inflicted upon him on the chest. No ordinary man could have survived, and am afraid to say that he might not hold for long unless they get a

key is inserted and turned. The door is roughly pushed inwards. No one enters and all is silent for a moment, though I can see a silhouet

"I know you are behind this door!

ome and get me if you are

have much to lose if you don't and I wouldn't

t his Majesty wants! Go

Prince Raphael's life is hanging on a thin thre

! He should have already joined

the wound? It would be a life for a life. It would be my pleasure

think twice about avenging his death. I will be on the

ant of me?" I

knowing the antidote. Besides, we are possessed of informa

hat I would be enthusiastic about help

urvives if you care about your own life. Don't waste any more time. C

th lightening speed. Holding my hand, he breaks into a