My Lycan Prince.Chapter Forty-Nine.Six months later.“Lily, are you sure about this?” Clara asks, nodding my head she heaves a sigh.I’ve spent the last six months living with her in a two bedroom apartment. Avery is over a year old and his stuff has taken over the apartment. It’s time I got my own place, for me and Avery. I finally found a decent job working as a secretary at the historical museum. I can honestly say I love my job, not only do I learn more about history but I like everyone I work with. It’s a great place to work.“Fine. But I’m not happy about it,” Clara says, walking into the building. The biltmore is located right by time square and not too far from my job and Avery’s daycare, so it was the most convenient place to be. “Dwayne keeps popping in on you and I can’t risk him seeing me,” I say, after catching up with her.She narrows her eyes. “And what will he say when he doesn’t see Avery?” Clara said.I’ve already come up with an idea for that if it was to come

My Lycan Prince. Chapter Fifty-One.Five Years Later……“Avery, don’t forget your lunch,” I Tell him, he runs back into the apartment and grabs his lunch box. Avery looks more like Wyatt today, other days I see Noel. The past five years have been challenging learning everything as a first time mom. But I’ve been managing pretty well. Avery’s turning out great, he’s on the A honor roll at school. “Did you lock the door after you left?” I asked him, once he came back to the elevator.He nods his head and presses the down button.Rose calls me often. She and Riley have been married for three years now and they welcomed a daughter five months ago. They named her Olivia. Clara calls everyday. I still miss her. She’s doing great with her own firm. It's rated second out of ten on the island and Dwayne has finally admitted his feelings for her two years ago, she called me crying with joy. I still can’t believe it’s been over five years since I faked my death. I still think of Archer ever

My Lycan Prince.Chapter Fifty-Three.“You left me. How could you do that?” Lunar asked. Because I was young and dumb and I let my emotions get the best of me. I wanted to say but i didn’t say anything. When I don’t answer him, Lunar grabs my throat. Lunar has never been gentle with me but even now I know he would never hurt me. “Tell me now,” He growls low in my ear. His hot breath tickled, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. “I heard something when I woke up from my coma. Something that shattered my heart and broke me, something that took me two years to get out of my head. I couldn’t take the pain….So I faked my death,” I told him. When Lunar eyes land on the tears that fell from my eyes he let’s go of me and steps back. “I'm sorry Lunar. I never meant to hurt you,” I whispered. He shook his head.“It’s late. You need to sleep, you're staying here. I don’t want you on the roads at this hour,” Lunar said. I said nothing and only nodded my head. It wasn’t Lunars fault what

My Lycan Prince.Chapter Fifty-Five.The whole island was talking about the accident that happened two days ago. The deadly crash that took two lives. Why was everyone talking about it? Well you see one of the men that died? Was very well known on the island; his name was released hours after the crash. Archer Martago.My whole world came crashing down when Clara called me with the news. I was in complete shock. I mean there was no way that Archer was dead, it just couldn’t be there had to be some kind of mistake. But there wasn’t. Archer was gone.Avery didn’t take the news well, and he hasn’t stopped crying since. Me? I’ve been back in that dark place. I haven't eaten or talked that much since. Trapped in my own twisted head that has led me back down this darkness this time around I don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.How could there be any kind of light for me after this? How can I ever find happiness again? Archer and I were doing great. He kissed me and told me that h

My Lycan Prince.Chapter Fifty-Seven.“She’s having a mental breakdown?” The voice I heard was not familiar and sounded like he smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. When no one spoke his raspy voice hummed.“They won’t tell you the truth. She’s family, they don’t want her locked up. But yeah I believe she’s having a breakdown,” I knew that voice. It was Mattie’s. How could he do this to me?I still can’t speak. I can’t even lift my arms or try to defend myself. I’m a helpless sitting duck.“I wouldn't say she’s having a mental breakdown. She just can’t seem to get out of the grieving process. It’s been years since he died,” Clara said.“Ah, I see. It’s not that she can’t get out of the grieving process. It’s that she has yet to grieve, she probably hasn’t let it sink in that he was gone. We can start her on some depression medication and I would suggest seeing a psychiatrist. This will be a long and painful process for her.” “Thanks Doctor,” It was Dwayne who spoke this time.“Th