LEILA MILLERThe moonlight trickled through the slightly parted curtains, casting pale shadows across the room. I lay beside Matt, my body still warm from our time together, but my mind buzzed with restless thoughts.I should have felt content, wrapped in the embrace of the man I’d loved for two years. Yet, a familiar ache stirred within me, one I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried.I turned my head, watching Matt as he lay beside me, his breathing even and slow, already drifting into sleep. His arm was draped over me, possessive even in slumber. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing, hoping it might calm the storm in my chest. That was what I usually did, for I’d heard it could calm the mind. But tonight, like every other night lately, it didn’t work.Two years together, and still no real commitment. We were still not married, despite all his promises, despite the hope I’d clung to for so long.Matt had told me from the beginning that it would
Back in the beginning, it had been all about convincing the pack to accept my rogue status. But lately, it was all about his uncle. Matt had mentioned him before, and I tried to understand, but recently, he spoke of him more and more, as though his Uncle Sebastian were a lofty figure suddenly within reach.Alpha Sebastian, from what I knew, was Matt’s mother’s brother, and he controlled territories larger than those of our New Moon Pack. I’d heard of him even back then; the stories painted him as ruthless and fearsome. At the time, I hadn’t given him much thought. But with Matt’s recent obsession, it was becoming too much.Matt kept mentioning how he wanted to prove himself to Sebastian—not just for himself, but for the Alpha of our pack as well. Alpha Sebastian’s power and territory grew alongside his company, and our—or rather, their—New Moon Pack wanted to form an alliance with him, hoping to climb higher up the ladder.Since Alpha Ferris, New Moon’s Alpha, couldn’t secure the deal
All I remembered was the intense pain in my heart as I stumbled back to my room, barely aware of how I made it through the night. When morning arrived, the sun filtered through the slightly open curtains, casting a warm golden light—a contrast to the chaos in my mind.The spot beside me on the bed, where Matt should have been, was cold and empty. I felt none of the warmth I’d once enjoyed waking up beside him.He hadn’t returned early last night, and even when he finally did, I couldn’t find peace, couldn’t sleep. His words from when he left echoed in my mind, his flimsy excuses taunting me.He had told me his great uncle, Sebastian Salvatore, would be in town soon to expand his business. In Matt’s world, that meant he needed to be on his best behavior to get on the man’s good side. He mentioned needing to ensure everything was perfect for the meeting.But after what I’d discovered, I knew it was a lie. He left to see her—Faye.Now that I thought about it, maybe he met her all those t
As Gracie and I had agreed, I was dressed and ready for a night out by 6 p.m., ready to let loose. I’d chosen a slinky black halter dress that hugged my body and accentuated my curves, reminding me of the confident, bold woman I used to be before I met Matt.The reflection staring back at me in the mirror looked like a stranger—a bold, beautiful woman I hadn’t seen in a long time. Matt had preferred a more subdued version of me, so I’d molded myself to fit that image. I’d become the perfect, timid mate, trying to be everything he wanted. I should have known I’d never be enough.A car honk sounded outside, signaling Gracie’s arrival. I grabbed my purse and phone, adjusted the straps on my heels, and headed for the front door. I didn’t bother leaving a message for Matt. He hadn’t been home all day, and frankly, I didn’t care whether he came back or not. All I cared about was getting out.I spotted Gracie’s car parked outside and made a beeline for it. She rolled down the window, waving
The pounding music of the nightclub vibrated through my body, yet I found hard to focus on anything but the dizziness swirling in my head.I didn’t know how I’d ended up here. Oh, right. I was trying to drown out thoughts of Matt—his lies, his excuses, his betrayals. Out working for his uncle or trying to expand his business? Pfft. I was sure he’d spent the day with her. The thought alone drove me to down more alcohol than I usually would. Was he screwing her right now? Probably.Determined to push him out of my mind, I followed Gracie onto the dance floor. We lost ourselves in the crowd, letting the beat carry us, the problems fading in the rhythm and the moment. I felt free, like my old self.After a while, I excused myself and made my way to the restroom, still feeling woozy from the drinks. On my way back to Gracie and the dancefloor, I crashed into a solid, muscular body and stumbled back a few steps. Thankfully, I caught myself before I fell. But damn, that was a hard wall of a
The air in the room is heavy with the scent of our bodies merged together, the tension between us so thick and suffocating it filled every space of the room. His hands wee every where, sliding over the bare skin of my thighs and pushing the hem of my dress as his lips became more intense, kissing me deeply, and his scent overwhelming me as a whole, stealing every bit of rational sense left in me.I was left with no thought but that of him in that very moment, his body on mine, his intoxicating sense that drowned me in him. His lips moving on mine were rough, insistent, and I let myself drown in it…in him too.I am not sure how we ended up in one of the rooms at the club, a vip room I supposed but my brain was too much of a mess and a haze for me to recall exactly how the events escalated. One minute we were kissing in the hallway, and the next, my back was hitting the bed as he hovered above me, his entire being taking me away to nirvana. Most of the alcohol was out of my system by t
The vibration of the device was relentless without a halt, pulling me back to reality as the pool of messages came.I blinked, trying to focus as the fog of lust lifted for just that split second. I turned my head around, glancing at the night stand where my phone lit up with a notification that came through, and my heart lurched as I saw the name that appeared on the screen.Matt. His messages poured in without a stop, as if he was typing all his emotions out in single strands of messages rather than just one message as a whole.Matt: Where are you?Matt: I just came back home early.Matt: Where did you go to?Matt: Why are you not at home?Matt: Why are you out this late, Leila.Matt: Reply me immediately you see my messages.Matt: I mean it, Leila.If I was not in my right senses up until a while ago, and I am not, the messages cleared the entire fog of lust on me. My stomach twisted in uncomfortable knots, and the surge of desire vanished as cold clarity dawned on me on what I was
LEILA MILLER The morning might filtered through the opened windows as I stepped into my house with Matt of two years. Except today, the usual enthusiasm and affection I had for this place I had poured my all into making it my home is no longer there, and in it's stead, the weight of everything from last night weighed me down as well as everything that has happened in the past few days as well. My head is throbbing, a full reminder of the mistake I had almost made last night. I had not gotten a wink of sleep last night entirely, simply tossing and turning in Gracie's Bed where I had seemed shelter the night before, not wanting to return to this place with my thoughts scattered all over like that. Despite Matt's message, I could not stand to look at him or seal with anything that has to do with him in any form last night really, especially not while still under the influence of alcohol. Now though, as I walked into the room, something within me has shifted, more like a fierce de
LEILA MILLER.I did not want Dylan to see me. No, I could not let him see me, not in this state, and not after how hard I tried and fought to get him to keep my identity a secret--there is no way in hell should I let him see me like this. It is a no go area.Thankfully, the rude lady was quick to get on her feet upon spotting him, in the process shielding me from him. So, I took that as my chance to slowly get up, and attempt to run away from the place without getting spotted by him. It seemed doable. All I have to do is hope she keep him entertained with whatever nonsense she wanted to spew, just long enough for me to get the hell out of here."Dylan," She called out, her voice an pitch higher, and I had to stop and stare at her back in disbelief. With how fast she changed tones and was sounding, I would have wondered if she is the same person that bullied me if I was not the one on the recieving end.I shuddered at how fake her voice sounded, but ignored it and turned around, taking
LEILA MILLER.I stayed at home and bonded with my parents and brother for a short while, simply getting used to the feeling of being at home, and being loved by my family once again. But after a short while, I deemed it the right tine to start working, and begin chasing the new life I wanted for myself. So, i brought up the work issue again, and Dylan and I came to an agreement that I would be announced as a new employee in the business department the next day--since it is what I majored in before in college.The very next day, early Monday morning I got up and got ready for work--quickly having the breakfast I had Vanessa make for me, before rushing out the house before either my parents nor Dylan could wake up and see me, lest they go all out and overboard because I know they would. Dylan did say we would go to work together, and Pa offered to have the drivers and some guards to accompany me but what is the point of trying to stay out of the radar if i go like that?So, I decided to
LEILA MILLER.He chuckled, "Good morning to you too, sunshine." When i flashed him a smile in return, he then said, elaborating on the existing protocol. "Now that are here, Ma and Pa have a few questions for you." He said, directing his gaze towards the two that stood there like deer caught in head lights."Questions for me?" I settled my gaze on them, my lips curled into a slight frown. "What is wrong?"Ma released a nervous chuckle. "Nothing, honey. We were just wondering whether you did not like the maids and stylists we sent to you earlier, seeing as you have dismissed them all."Pa took it from where she stopped. "If they are not to your liking, just let us know and we would get some much better for you."Dylan hummed, then said in a light, and accusing tone. "In simple words, they are afraid of upsetting their little Princess," He then slanted his gaze in my direction, his smile teasing. "Every one knows what happens when little Leila does not get things done her way." There wa
LEILA MILLER.After a moment of letting it all dawn on me that i have truly returned home, i decided to leave the bed at long last and go about my day starting off with a much needed shower. I have no idea how long i spent in there, but i felt as though i needed a moment to scrub off all the dirt i had accumulated from travelling at such a distance, and as if to wash away any remnants and bad blood that lingered on me from the past.I was washing away every thing, and leaving it all in the past where it belongs. I was letting go and leaving it behind.After the shower that lasted for what felt like hours, i stepped out feeling refreshed as ever and light for the longest time. Vanessa was waiting for me outside where I had left her, and she helped me in picking out the outfit for the day, She rummaged through the racks of clothing, bringing out the pieces i had liked until i finally decided on what to wear. A simple sunflower maxi dress that brightened my mood simply by looking at it.
LEILA MILLER.A soft groan escaped my lips as i stirred awake, slowly becoming awar eof my surroundings. My eyes fluttered open slowly, welcomed by the stream of light filtering in trhough the slightly parted windows. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as i flicked my eyes close again, relishing the moment of waking up in the comfort of my bed, after what felt like the best sleeps i have had in a long time.A short while later, i decided to wake up as sleep had completely evaded me, after sleeping for too long i am sure. So, i pulled myself up to a sitting position, stretching my arms over my head to get rid of the sore muscles. And then i settled my gaze straight ahead, an instant gasp escaping my lips as i jumped slightly back in surprise, upon seeing the line of maids standing in front of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up."Good morning, Miss Leila." They all bowed down together as the same time in respect, before straightening their spines. Their words came out collectively, a
LEILA MILLER.Dylan stepped in first, and I remained behind him, following closely in soft foot steps that still somehow echoed the hallways. Passing by the corridor that leads further into the pack house mansion, we heard soft voices that became clearer, and more prominent the closer we get, the familiar voices making my heart squeeze. Upon reaching the living room where the voices were most prominent, Dylan stepped in first, his voice following as he then called out. "Ma, Papa..." He started, gaining thier attention. I could not see them, as i was hiding behind him, but i was aware when the soft conversations came to a halt, and I could swear my heart ceased to beat, figurately though else i would be dead, obviously. Papa's voice came first, the same gruff yet soft voice i knew right from birth. "Dylan," He acknowledged, "Who..." He trailed off, and i knew he was talking about me since i was standing behind Dylan. They could not see my face, but they knew someone is standing behi
LEILA MILLER.The walk back to the pack house where my family resides feels so utterly nostalgic, because as Dylan and I strolled there, I could not help but take in how much my pack has changed in the past two years. Considering it was night time, most of the people had retired back to their various homes, but there were still some left littering around, still keeping the place very much lively. Dylan and I took the path where we did not ahve to run into any one, or have any one see us, and I was grateful for that because I am not quite ready to see or speak to any one yet, at least not without seeing my parents and reuniting with them. "So much has changed," I found myself whispering, as I took in the buildings and every thing else--there is still some familiarities from how it was back then, but the changes were evident as well.To think this is the place I grew up and spent the past eighteen years of my life, and now back as a twenty year old, it felt too different, like a place
LEILA MILLER.Dylan Miller, ever so charismatic and calm, is the epitome of the eperfect example of a ladies' man--not because he whores around, but because he has the look and the attitude enough to pull him a number of ladies as he so desires. But, he is ever the stoic and intimidating official as well, and quite frankly, the most over protective and overbearing person I know.Also who happens to be none other than my dearest, and beloved elder brother. Hope you note the sarcasm, though only to a certain extent. He really can be the sweetest person there is out there. And in that moment, the moment i changed into the change of outfit provided for me, i stepped out from behind the the tree, looking at the oversized sweat pants and the hoodie that he handed to me, which is heavy with his scent. He, along with all the otehr guards had their backs turned to me, but even with so i allowed the sounds of my footsteps approaching them and my voice that followed signify me being done. "You
LEILA MILLER.It has been two long years since I left my pack but I still remember my way around it, not so surprisingly. After all, it is my home and where I grew up and lived my entire twenty years of life, until I left it two years ago for Matt, way too certain then that I was chasing my happily ever after and that I would have no regrets. Now, two years have passed, and as I ran through the forest, not once stopping since I packed up my stuff and left Matt's pack, all I felt was bitterness that threatened to swallow me as a whole as I made my way further into the forest--with no fear of the danger that lurks, or what could possibly await me on the way. Perhaps, I would have been scared if I was someone else, but I really am not--The Leila Matt knew and every one else in the pack knew is not the one his Uncle and the members of their pack knew is not the same person I am, not who I really am and I seemed to have forgotten who I am too deep down. The journey from Matt's pack to my