Arnold’s POVMy face was burning with rage, and it seemed like everything was a blur as I left the crashed meeting, I wanted to uproot the floor underneath me and tear the walls around me down, it was a type of rage I’d never felt before, one that replaced the blood in my veins and made me feel like I was drowning in anger.There was also the nagging feeling in my guts that made it seem like something was about to explode from within me, it was like an aggressive force that was bubbling within me and stirring my anger to lengths it had never reached, a force that was fighting to take over my being instead of seeking control like it felt when my wolf wanted to shift.But I refused to dwell on it because I had more important things worth worry about, like the fact that I asked Hera to place a deadly curse on Ethan and I hadn't seen it manifesting yet since he was hale and hearty enough to barge into the meeting and humiliate me before the elders.An act that Hera’s ungrateful power drun
Hera’s POVArnold might’ve left in a fit of rage but I was elated because I’d finally convinced him that Layla was a witch and planted seeds in his heart against her by informing him of her tendency to bring doom upon us all.But even more, I was glad that Aaron had finally put himself to use by becoming one of Ethan’s trusted soldiers especially because it’d taken so much convincing to make him for for it. I’d soon be reaping the rewards of my hard work of scheming to get both Arnold and Ethan on my fingertips.Speaking of rewards, I made a mental note to give Aaron his for succeeding in the first phase of my plan to have Ethan wrapped around my fingers. But first I needed to be prepared for Ethan’s arrival so I waved my maid over and she immediately dropped the laundry basket in her hands.“Go to the physician and ask her to give you the vagina tightening oils she usually prepares for me” without looking at her I knew that she’d bowed in response.“Yes ma’am” I heard her lift the la
Arnold’s POVMy head was spinning and so was everything around me, I felt like I was caught between two opposite worlds and they were slowly crushing me, a world were I and Layla were happy and another where she's a witch and there's an impending curse on my tail.It still felt unbelievable whenever I thought of it, my sweet and shy Layla was a witch all this while? The timid girl that turned red and couldn't bear to use curse words? My goddess of purity and innocence that couldn't hurt a hair on anyone's head had a prophesy of doom hovering around her? Everything seemed too much for me handle when I was already at a dead end with overthrowing Ethan.In the end, I loved Layla more than life itself so I’d still be willing to accept her as a witch over time.But what bothered me even more was the fact that Ethan’s curse was meant for me and it was wrongfully imposed on him because of my father’s greed and cruelty. I should’ve been the one getting torn apart by bloodlust but I’d escaped
Layla’s POVEthan’s rejection of my request to let me be annoyed me, it made me feel like he was two-faced for showing me such a good time on the hill and then suddenly switching up on me after I made such a simple request.Speaking of a good time, I couldn’t help but reminisce how free spirited and absolutely different he seemed while we were on the hill top. It felt like I was in the company of a completely different person, a side of him that he probably hid under all those walls of anger and violence that he’d put up to be a feared leader.It might've been short-lived moment, but it definitely felt good to experience.However, it did nothing to make up for how he’d ruined everything between me and Arnold. Arnold had never had a reason to lash out and call me a slut until Ethan’s arrival in our lives and I blamed him for everything that’d gone wrong in our once perfect relationship.I didn't want to deal with the chaos that my life had become so I pulled out a book from under my pi
Ethan’s POVI’d been in a meeting with Jenkins and Aaron for the past hour because we needed to have everything in place for my upcoming coronation and wedding which was drawing unbelievably nearer by the second.“Will the wedding still be held if Layla realizes that you're not her mate when she finally turns eighteen?” Jenkins asked as he moved the open book before me to his laps.“Of course, as long as she’s my mate, she’ll be my wife. It's more about how an Alpha’s potential is at his peak with his mate and less of how she feels about it” I told him knowing filling that the lines were blurring slowly.Deep down, I’d prefer it if she was also my mate so that she’d wholeheartedly accept me rather than pushing me away and placing some unreal importance on Arnold’s place in her life like she currently did.I wondered what it’d feel like to have her affection and gorgeous body all to myself without worrying about that slimy bastard. All over again, I was suddenly reliving how annoyed I’
Ethan’s POVI didn't think that my heart could physically hurt, I wasn't even certain that I had one until now that it was threatening to get crushed because Layla was in pain.My arms were woven tightly around her and her face was buried in my chest while she cried so much that her shoulders were trembling and her sobs were turning into painful hiccups every now and then.“Shhh, it's okay Layla. He's not here anymore, he won't bother you anymore” I clutched her tightly against my chest and hoped my words would pacify her.However, they seemed to be doing both of us no good since she was pushing against my chest and trying to weave her way out of my embrace.“Don’t push me away now too” My attempts to conceal my emotions were futile because my voice broke as I held a still sobbing Layla who wanted nothing to do with me.She stayed in my arms for only a few more seconds before she wiggled her way out while sniffing and cleaning her tear stained cheeks.“You shouldn't be here,” Her voic
Arnold’s POVEthan humiliating me again was the last straw that finally broke the camel’s back.As soon as I returned to my room, I sat before my dressing mirror but on seeing the bruises on my face from beaten up by that bastard I punched the mirror and watched it shatter before I angrily rose from the chair.I hated how easily he could overpower me and how protective he was of Layla, a woman that rightfully belonged to me. I knew I had to kill him no matter what, I might've made that decision lightly before, but this time around I was saying it while watching blood drip from the cut on my head that he’d caused so it was set in stone.This bullshit struggle between us for the throne and Layla couldn't go on much longer and I was willing to be the one who’d put an end to all of the madness.The idea that had struck me while I walked back to my room after being flung out of Layla’s was meant to be my last resort if she didn't agree to run away with me because it was an extremely danger
Layla’s POVMy eyes opened slowly as I heard the chirping bird sounds that usually signaled that it was morning, but when I tried to stretch as I always did, I realized that there was a body intertwined with mine and apparently we were both stark naked.It was Ethan’s.On a normal day, I’d have panicked and pushed him off me but for some reason having his skin on mine was calming so I didn't move an inch. Instead, I looked at his face and how peaceful he appeared while he was fast asleep.His slightly ruffled hair was resting on his forehead while his thick dark lashes framed his face and his plump lips were slightly parted as he slept, I always knew he was devilishly handsome but he looked beautiful to me when he dark eyes weren't piercing into mine angrily.As I lowered my gaze slowly, I noticed how unbelievably attractive his chest appeared, the skin had a few scars but they somehow made it more endearing and I ended up watching his chest rise and fall for a while, confirming that