Lila's POV Yes, Luis and I dated for two years, but it wasn’t a solid relationship. It happened in our first year in school; we both met at the school cafeteria. He was the only one eating at a table with an empty seat, so I had to join him. Out of courtesy we exchanged names and casually talked about how we were adjusting to the school. I left the cafeteria, not knowing I’d see him again; though our courses were different, there were times we had to take shared courses, so we met randomly in class and eventually exchanged contacts before we fell in love. I ignored Brian’s reaction to Luis’s words and proceeded to ask the question that had been on my mind since I laid my eyes on him. “So, how did you get to know them?” I asked, stretching forth my hand a bit so he would know I was referring to Brian and Dominic. “I should be asking you that.” He said, giving the weird look that I was used to since he looked at me like that a lot back then. I squeezed my face, hinting that I did
Lila's POV I didn’t turn to look at him even though I was taken aback by his declaration. I had no idea about what was going through his head. But one thing was certain; He's gotten bolder. I clenched my fist in an attempt to contain my rage.We broke up about six years ago and when I look back at our past relationship, it didn’t end well. We were both young and naive; like me, he was an orphan, so we both had our difficulties. I ought to blame and hate him for what happened but I had more pressing life issues than to think about a guy who broke my heart, so I eventually forgot him as time went by. But there he was some minutes ago, talking about still wanting me. That crazy jerk!The interview was brief, they asked about my past work experience and what I expect to be my salary. I assumed Brian must have spoken to them about my situation because compared to my former workplace, their interview was brief, and the questions they asked were simple. I stepped out of the room only t
Lila's POV Brian choked on the water he was drinking, spitting it out. Luckily, no one was close enough for the water to splash on them. My mouth widened in disbelief. Luis really said that. It wasn't new information, but his delivery was completely off.If it had been someone else saying it, I might have supported their point, but I couldn’t bring myself to agree with Luis. Though Dominic wasn't great to me, I would choose him over Luis— it was a choice of the lesser evil."Says who?" Dominic asked in a deep, authoritative tone, his hands calmly resting in his pockets. What trick was he trying to pull?It was already a known fact that we had rejected each other. I slipped my hand into my pocket as the pain in my stomach intensified.Luis shifted his gaze to me, “Lila, were you not rejected?” That bastard, why did he have to drag me into it? I laughed weirdly at Luis’s question, what was he expecting me to say? “Who told you I was rejected?” I asked without batting an eye. There w
Lila’s POVIt was a regular day at work as usual; attended to patients when needed, avoid familiarity with my colleagues, talked when I was required to, and avoided unnecessary drama. That’s how I live, so you could say my life was an ordinary one. But deep down in my ordinary life lies traumas, hidden from the world—pains buried deep within my soul. I opened the door to my house, hoping my mother would be in a calm state as she was always in a different mood each day, due to her manic depression. I didn’t see her in the living room, so I went straight to my room first so I could change and take a shower first. At least I won’t have to deal with seeing her face after all the work I did today. I noticed the drawer in the right corner of my room was slightly open. I’ve been living with OCD for almost half of my life, so I’d never leave my drawer open like that. I walked closer to it and took a peek inside, only to discover that my piggy box was gone. My heart started racing, and I cou
Lila's POV My arm was covering my face, and I already considered myself dead or badly injured. I heard bones breaking, but they weren’t my bones, so I dropped my arm to see. There were two men, throwing punches at the man who was about to attack me—they kept punching until he fell to the ground; dead or passed out, I didn’t care. I rose to my feet and took careful steps towards them, afraid they might jump at me the way the man on the ground did. I was about 2 meters away from them, so I bowed my head a bit, “Thank you for helping me out.” I said, rubbing the arm I fell on. I didn’t get any response from them, instead, the eyes of the man with the jet black hair and hazel eyes were fixed on me, while the other man with the well-trimmed brown hair kept exchanging glances between me and the other man. Honestly, if I were to judge their appearance, I’d say they must be walking models. I’ve never seen men as good-looking as they were. “I said thank you,” I waved my right hand in fron
My back collided with the car as I kept screaming. My screaming stopped the moment the wolf jumped into Dominic’s arms, licking his face. It was the same reaction dogs give to their owner when they return home. I looked ahead and saw other little wolves, playing in the background. But I almost fainted when I saw some of them shapeshifting. I turned to face Dominic who had dropped the wolf in his arms on the ground. He gave me the look that said, ‘I told you.’ I shook my head slowly, saying ‘This can’t be real,’ in my mind.As if he could read my mind, he shook his head slowly, following my action, ‘It is real.’ I interpreted his head shaking that way. I stepped further away from him. Why would he bring me into the wolves’ den? He ought to have left me in the woods. “I know you exist now. So, can I go back home?” I asked, hoping he could sense the nervousness in my voice. “Come with me,” he didn't even wait for my response before he started walking towards a house that had a sign
“Then you must know who I am,” I said, holding onto the door to the passenger's seat.“Of course, you must be his mate, or perhaps his rejected mate.” She chirped in her birdy tone.“Julian…” Jonathan called, but it sounded as if he was cautioning her. “Is Dominic at home?” She asked, but her gaze was fixed on me.“Yes,” Jonathan replied.Without saying another word, she headed towards the house, humming a lullaby.“Tell me, it had been planned that he would reject me even before he met me right?” I asked Jonathan, but deep down I already knew the answer. He didn’t reply to me, and he entered the car, starting it immediately.I closed the door to the passenger seat and went to the back seat. He opened his mouth to protest, “Nothing will make me sit beside you in front,” I beat him to it. He figured I wouldn’t listen to him regardless, so he moved the car and we left the pack.I felt betrayed, not because I was rejected by him—but the fact that he already had an arranged mate, and I
Dominic’s POV We were coming back from the annual werewolves conference held in New York. I was already tired, so I decided to take a nap. I asked Jonathan to turn off the AC so I could open the window. I love the smell of nature. Five minutes into my nap, I caught the smell of vanilla in the air—just vanilla. It’s very intoxicating and I knew I had not smelled something like that before. “Stop the car,” I said to Jonathan, removing my seat belt. He stopped without questioning my orders. The SUV following behind us stopped too. I stepped out of the car, likewise Jonathan. I instructed the rest of them to stay behind, while I mindlinked Jonathan about my new discovery.Finding my mate was something I had always prepared for. And I wondered what she was doing deep in the woods.“Could she be a rogue?” Jonathan said through the mind-link as if reading my mind. “Let’s find out,” I said, leading the way as I followed the scent. I saw her lying on the floor, her arms protecting her fa
Lila's POV Brian choked on the water he was drinking, spitting it out. Luckily, no one was close enough for the water to splash on them. My mouth widened in disbelief. Luis really said that. It wasn't new information, but his delivery was completely off.If it had been someone else saying it, I might have supported their point, but I couldn’t bring myself to agree with Luis. Though Dominic wasn't great to me, I would choose him over Luis— it was a choice of the lesser evil."Says who?" Dominic asked in a deep, authoritative tone, his hands calmly resting in his pockets. What trick was he trying to pull?It was already a known fact that we had rejected each other. I slipped my hand into my pocket as the pain in my stomach intensified.Luis shifted his gaze to me, “Lila, were you not rejected?” That bastard, why did he have to drag me into it? I laughed weirdly at Luis’s question, what was he expecting me to say? “Who told you I was rejected?” I asked without batting an eye. There w
Lila's POV I didn’t turn to look at him even though I was taken aback by his declaration. I had no idea about what was going through his head. But one thing was certain; He's gotten bolder. I clenched my fist in an attempt to contain my rage.We broke up about six years ago and when I look back at our past relationship, it didn’t end well. We were both young and naive; like me, he was an orphan, so we both had our difficulties. I ought to blame and hate him for what happened but I had more pressing life issues than to think about a guy who broke my heart, so I eventually forgot him as time went by. But there he was some minutes ago, talking about still wanting me. That crazy jerk!The interview was brief, they asked about my past work experience and what I expect to be my salary. I assumed Brian must have spoken to them about my situation because compared to my former workplace, their interview was brief, and the questions they asked were simple. I stepped out of the room only t
Lila's POV Yes, Luis and I dated for two years, but it wasn’t a solid relationship. It happened in our first year in school; we both met at the school cafeteria. He was the only one eating at a table with an empty seat, so I had to join him. Out of courtesy we exchanged names and casually talked about how we were adjusting to the school. I left the cafeteria, not knowing I’d see him again; though our courses were different, there were times we had to take shared courses, so we met randomly in class and eventually exchanged contacts before we fell in love. I ignored Brian’s reaction to Luis’s words and proceeded to ask the question that had been on my mind since I laid my eyes on him. “So, how did you get to know them?” I asked, stretching forth my hand a bit so he would know I was referring to Brian and Dominic. “I should be asking you that.” He said, giving the weird look that I was used to since he looked at me like that a lot back then. I squeezed my face, hinting that I did
Lila's POV It’s been two days since I met that weird guy at the elevator. I wanted to tell Brian about it when he came to my room that night, but I eventually decided against it. He probably didn’t mean it in a bad way, and since he was Dominic’s guest, I didn’t want to cause a fuss thereby leading to me disrespecting his guest. Maybe he just had a weird way of consoling people. That’s what happens when you’ve gone through a lot of traumatic shit—you become weird. Brian told me that their hospital was government-accredited and he could fix me a job there. I decided to send a letter to my boss at my original place of work, that I would not be coming in for a while, even though I knew he might end up telling me I’d be fired if I didn’t show up. But I wished I had better choices to make, my case with the werewolves was getting longer than we had expected. And the investigation was leading nowhere according to Brian. He told me all that went down in the dungeon, and I must admit th
Victor's POV I laughed lightly at his words and placed my hands under my chin before proceeding to ask, just to be sure he meant what he said. “You are joking, right?” I asked him, but he just kept staring back at me. “I mean…..I thought you gave up on being the Alpha years ago—all you wanted was to make some money.” I said, dropping my hands on my thighs. “I gave up because I didn’t think I’d have a chance one day. And bless the moon goddess, here you are—presenting me with a chance again.” He said confidently like he knew I was going to accept the deal no matter what. “You don’t have a choice. You must be delusional to think Dominic will let you live when he discovers what you did to become a real Alpha—he won’t let you live. So is it not better if you kill him alongside his mate?” He reasoned, and I knew he had a point. There’s only one way to do it, never let my cover get blown. I stretched forth my hand for a handshake with Luther. I knew it would be difficult but I was re
Victor's POV “What…what do you mean by a witch, Alpha?” I asked. I adjusted my expression so my stuttering wouldn’t appear guilty or whatsoever. “You know we hate witches the most in Shadowfangs, given our history with one of them.” I gave a more convincing statement. “That's right, I forgot it might be a sensitive topic for you.” He lowered his head a bit so I assumed he was sincere about his apology. And I let out a huff of relief since that proved he wasn’t suspecting me, he was only asking just in case I knew. But how did he get to know about Morgana’s prefix? “It’s fine. I haven’t heard of a witch with that name. But if I do come across someone who knows, I’ll let you.” I gave him a fake assurance. And the smile that followed appeared more to be fake than genuine and I was glad he didn’t notice. I left his office and headed straight for the room Jonathan directed me to. I put a call across to Morgana right away, I needed to know what else Alpha Dominic knew. I knew he wa
Alpha Victor’s POVI arranged for a few men to go with me as I visited Blackwood Pack. Alpha Dominic had always proposed several business deals, but I refused because, unlike other packs, I didn’t want my pack to be subjected to his authority. Call it an inferiority complex or anything, but I felt that it was the best way I could protect my pack. A business deal I had recently, fell through and that was because I wasn’t in alliance with the Blackwood, I had to admit that I underestimated Alpha Dominic’s influence. After what happened in my pack twenty-five years ago, I became the Alpha even though I had no Alpha blood. All packs neglected my pack and insisted we joined another pack so we could be under an Alpha, the issue dragged on until Dominic became the Alpha at sixteen. He was the one who eventually requested that my pack be left alone on the condition that I had to marry an Alpha blood so we could produce an Alpha that would eventually lead the pack. So, I married one, and
Lila’s POV I rushed in to see the machines attached to my mother being removed one after the other. I held her hands and tried to call her name, but my mouth failed me—I couldn’t speak. I don't know if it was the pain or the bile forming in my throat due to the tears, but my throat felt clogged, no words could pass through it. I knelt beside her bed with her hand in mine and kept crying. I wished there was a way I could ease her pain before dying, I wished she hadn’t died in such a painful way. “Lila, you have to let go of your mom, she needs to be taken care of,” Brian said as he and Dominic approached me. His hands rested on my shoulders, and I knew he was only trying to console me. “You don’t understand Brian,” I finally managed to say, “I can’t let her go.” I sniffed my nose, “I can’t lose her to death like this.” I cried harder. I staggered before I could finally manage to rise to my feet. I hugged her body and it was so cold, but what made me burst into tears further was th
Dominic’s POVI rushed down to the dungeon where we kept rogues or hardened criminals accompanied by Jonathan, Brian, and Judith. I asked Judith to stay back, but she insisted on going with us so she could confirm whether it was indeed witchcraft or something else. “Alpha!” Everyone greeted me simultaneously as I reached the dungeon. It was the smell of blood that hit my nostrils at first. The fact that we haven’t had many hostages kept in there in the past few months showed that the men I kept there the day before were indeed dead. “Where are they?” I asked the guard in charge of the dungeon. He bowed and pointed his hand towards the fifth cell by my right. I nodded and headed straight for the sight. I was physically prepared for the sight, but I probably wasn’t mentally prepared. Brian covered his nose with his hand immediately when we stepped in. They were ten in number and eight of them were lying lifelessly on the floor. We hadn’t even tortured them for days and they were dea