After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 116 

He’s wheezing, breathing heavily with his blue shirt soaked with sweat, clinging onto his chest. Droplets of water rolls off the side of his face as he bends, hands clutching onto his knees as he pants out exhaustedly, 

“What…did…. you mean….. by….” 

He lifts his phone to reveal the screen turned on to our chat. The words displayed was a text 

sent from me. 

The Bloodlust Alpha is eating Selene lol‘ 

Meredith looks at me. Her lips thinned into a line and her eyes half lidded unamused. 

You told him Alpha Locksworth is eating her? How did you even have the time to text him 

from when we were going downstairs?” 

I feel the pointed stares of Williams, Weston and Meredith drilling into the side of my face. Their judgmental gazes making both me and my wolf uncomfortable. Awkwardly puffing out my cheeks, i laugh nervously as my wolf slowly retreats into the corner of my mind 

backwards. 

“I didn’t tell him, I texted him.” 

No response. 

Yikes. Tough audience. 

“I uh… didn’t think he’d take me seriously-” 

“I’m surprised anyone ever does.” 

Weston interrupts, his gaze never leaving him. Caution and alert is in his posture. His wolf undoubtedly keeping tabs and evaluating the newcomer as an opponent in case a fight 

breaks out. 

“Wha- who the hell are you?” 

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He wheezes out his question. He takes in a huge breath, trying to steady his breathing and slips his phone into his back pocket. He never lets his gaze wander from Weston. 

“Weston Creed, Beta of the Ignis Red pack, serving under Alpha Locksworth.” 

Weston walks forward with dignified steps, lending out his hand. This was a test of tension. If either one of them does a thing the other doesn’t like, there’s no doubt in my mind that fists and claws and possibly shifts would be flying around here. 

Restor 

Weston patiently waits with his hand sticking outright. The hand he never offered me. What a prick. The time ticks by without anyone moving a muscle. Finally, I think Weston has enough. Weston gives him a look, tilting his head to the side and asks none too patiently, 

And you are?” 

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Wave of tension goes by before he lifts his hand to give Weston a shake. When the 

two formally greet each other, he runs the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the weat off his face. He exhales with a calm puff of breath. He licks his dry lips as his gaze sweeps across the room. He takes his time to individually memorize everyone’s expressions: 

most of these faces he knew and one he didn’t. 

“Isaac. Isaac Everdale, Gamma of the Greyhound pack, serving under Alpha Crestfield.” 

“I believe it’s safe to say you all know why I called you here.” 

Noah’s fingers laced together as he brought them to his lips. His arms that propped onto the conference table lay bare when he rolled his sleeves up. Sitting at the edge of his seat, he tried not to let the buzzing feeling that this was a bad idea stray him from his objective. It 

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was, after all, too late to change his mind. His expression set into deep thought as he leaned 

into his chair. 

Sitting around the table were his accomplices: 

His beautiful mate, Mailia. 

His Ex–Alpha and current Alpha’s adoptive mother, Meredith. 

The Chancellor, Williams. 

The Chancellor’s mate and close associate of Meredith’s, Elizabeth. 

14:07 

After Breaking The Mark: His Desperate Chase 

Chapter 116 

He wheezes out his question. He takes in a huge breath, trying to steady his breathing and slips his phone into his back pocket. He never lets his gaze wander from Weston. 

“Weston Creed, Beta of the Ignis Red pack, serving under Alpha Locksworth.” 

Weston walks forward with dignified steps, lending out his hand. This was a test of tension. If either one of them does a thing the other doesn’t like, there’s no doubt in my mind that fists and claws and possibly shifts would be flying around here. 

Weston patiently waits with his hand sticking outright. The hand he never offered me. What a prick. The time ticks by without anyone moving a muscle. Finally, I think Weston has enough. Weston gives him a look, tilting his head to the side and asks none too patiently, 

And you are?” 

Another wave of tension goes by before he lifts his hand to give Weston a shake. When the two formally greet each other, he runs the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the 

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weat off his face. He exhales with a calm puff of breath. He licks his dry lips as his gaze sweeps across the room. He takes his time to individually memorize everyone’s expressions: most of these faces he knew and one he didn’t. 

“Isaac. Isaac Everdale, Gamma of the Greyhound pack, serving under Alpha Crestfield.” 

“I believe it’s safe to say you all know why I called you here.” 

Noah’s fingers laced together as he brought them to his lips. His arms that propped onto the conference table lay bare when he rolled his sleeves up. Sitting at the edge of his seat, he tried not to let the buzzing feeling that this was a bad idea stray him from his objective. It was, after all, too late to change his mind. His expression set into deep thought as he leaned 

into his chair. 

Sitting around the table were his accomplices: 

His beautiful mate, Mailia. 

His Ex–Alpha and current Alpha’s adoptive mother, Meredith. 

The Chancellor, Williams. 

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The Chancellor’s mate and close associate of Meredith’s, Elizabeth. 

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And lastly, the Beta of Alpha Locksworth and Noah’s arch nemesis, Pres- Weston. 

“Indeed…”