Novels by Xsmooth

Layla's POV I trembled even in his presence. My hands were shaky as I placed it in his. I felt the strength he possessed as he dragged me off the ground, making me stand balanced before him.My eyes were glued to his, staring deep into his eyes before I caught the consciousness of who stood before me and lowered my head to the ground. "I'm sorry..." I whispered the words as I looked down. "I haven't seen you before..." He said with a calm tone to me. "I'm new here" I answered. I struggled with fighting back the tears that tried to roll down my eyes, maintaining my charisma before him. But I felt his fingers on my chin, lifting my face up and causing me to peer into his eyes before he asked me again, "What is your name?""Layla" I responded with a shaky tone, trying to redirect my eyes to something else. "Layla Caldwell" I said with a low tone. He smiled at me, and he released my hand from his hand, turned to his men and signalled them with the move of his eyebrows to follow afte

Layla's POV Two days had passed, and it seemed as though I had embarked on a mission with no possible succession. I had done the things which I thought would redirect me to the Alpha king himself, whether it had to be the best performance or the worst attitude which a slave could put up.Unfortunately, he was barely seen. If I couldn't have a view of him, how would I relay the necessary information to Alpha Alex? How then would I access the good things to come from this mission? "What about the Alpha King?" I asked one of the fellow slaves. I watched as she stopped in her chores and stared at me with eyebrows raised, her eyes moving upwards and downwards before she asked me, "And what is that to you? Why do you care so much""I have never seen him. Does he not reside here?" I asked again. Apparently, it wasn't the first time I asked, and she was certainly not the first slave I asked about the Alpha King. Perhaps, the one I asked first has spread the words around that I sought attent

Layla's POVA new life? A new status? His words sounded just too exciting to my ears, something juicy i could never resist. I had already begun envisioning the future, imagining what would happen if I ever succeeded with what Alpha Alex wanted me to do. The slaves would never speak with so much disdain, and like he said, I would never have to scrub the floor again.But what was the guarantee I could do what he asked me to do? And why did he have to choose me? The Wolfclaw pack had the best of men, and the fiercest of assassins capable of giving their lives in exchange for the alpha's glory. Why was I his choice out of them all?I was considered the lowest of slaves. If he also saw me with that term, it was certain that the Moonstone pack was fiercer than what it was in the Wolfclaw pack. This meant that if I had to die, my death would make little or no significance to the stories that would be told to the future generations should in case Alpha Alex got what he wanted. "I'm waiting f

Layla's POVI was standing in the middle of the bustling and charming downtown of Atlanta, staring at the Wolfclaw pack that was featured with ancient stones walls, with carvings that glistened in the moonlight. It was as though each carving transmitted a message, or perhaps, told the stories of the heroes of the past, fallen for the arrival of the pack. Apparently, my aunt had just sold me out to the Alpha King of the pack as a slave. In her words, she could no longer tolerate my excesses anymore, and so was forced to get a bit of profit from me, thus, selling me off.I stood with uncertain eyes and with a throbbing heart in front of the great doors of the Alpha King's palace. My train of thoughts were disrupted when the huge doors creaked open, and I found myself in a large hall decorated with luxurious decorations."You wait right here. Don't step an inch further. The king will see you soon." The guard who ushered me said to me with a deep tone before he left me.I had my eyes sc