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
Layla’s POVOnce again, Ethan had proven that he was incapable of reasoning with me and it put me in a sour mood all over again. I was aware that he was convinced that I was his mate, but as long as I couldn't confirm his claims, he was merely stringing me along for his own benefit and without any regard whatsoever for my feelings.While I still couldn't explain why there was a part of me that couldn't resist his sexual advances, I was still not willing to be his when I knew how much it’d hurt Arnold. He’d lost so much of late, and losing me to Ethan would make him completely lose his mind, and I couldn't live with myself if I was the cause.One fact remained, I was just as confused about everything as I was the day Ethan had called me his mate and I'm even more upset now because my 18th birthday is drawing nearer and I might end up being forced into a marriage with him despite belonging to another man.There was just one person’s insight that’d be much more grounding than my chaotic
Hera’s POVLayla, Layla, Layla.Everything in this fucking palace revolved around her daft brain, a hypocritical witch who had no idea how much power she’d wield by being a Luna to the most powerful Alpha in Wandercoast. She was even ignorant of how much power she was already privy to as the last living witch from the primordial pack, and yet everything I worked my ass off for to sit on the throne one day was being handed to her on a damned platter.From the moment I noticed that preparations were in full swing for her marriage to Ethan, my hatred for her grew even more despite thinking that it was impossible to hate her any more than I already did.Everything seemed to be crumbling around me and it was driving me wild with anger, each day I saw the decorations being put up I felt a bile rising in my throat and waves of anger that caused me to spiral at the thought of losing to a complete idiot.Worst of all, my plan to weave my way into Ethan’s heart was moving at an annoyingly slow
Layla’s POVOne foot in front of the other, I counted my steps out of boredom as I walked through the garden. I’d decided to go for a walk to clear my head and lose the weight of everything that’d been bothering me even though it’d be short-lived.However, less than twenty minutes into my walk I realized that it might be cut short the minute I saw four maids in a corner pointing at me and talking in hushed tones. As I walked closer, I expected that they’d have the dignity of pretending that they weren't talking about me, but they only took it as a cue to increase their voices, purposely intending for me to hear.“How could anyone have expected loyalty from a common harlot?” A maid pointed at me by stretching her lips disrespectfully in my direction.“Beats me.” Another maid responded while laughing till she almost choked on her spit.To say I was shocked would be a lie, this had happened to me countless times.“I mean, with how she wormed her way into Alpha Arnold’s heart because he w