LAYLA'S POVThe carriages comes to a halt before the grand entrance and we walk slower to watch. The doors swing open and two men clad in guard uniforms leap down. They are followed by a towering figure draped in opulent garments that scream nobility. He appears young, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties, but his presence radiates authority and power. “He’s dressed too finely for a slave buyer. He must be royalty.” I whisper to MiaMia nods, her gaze fixed on the huge man. “Definitely a royal or someone close to one,” she murmurs.We watch as the man with the mustache approaches, his gait forced and exaggerated, with Donald coming from the field. A wide, strained smile stretches across his wrinkled face. “Sir Jonathan! What an honor it is to have you here unexpectedly,” The moustache man exclaims, his voice taut with tension as he extends a hand for a shake. It's funny how humble the inhumane idiot can be when faced by a more powerful person. "Where is Prince William? We haven’t
AVA'S POV"What is it Jean?" I try to act more polite and not take my anger out on her. I don't want to scare her away yet when I still have no one else to depend on for information."You have a guest." She announces a bright smile lighting her old wrinkled face."A guest?" I ask confused. "I haven't made any friends here yet. So I have no idea who it could be."Prince Wilson is here to see you!" She says ethusistically like she is talking of a small god and I feel my heart skip a beat. The fucker followed me! What does he want? I thought I had made it clear that I don't like him back when we were in his room."Should I let him in my lady?" Jean questions confused at my not so happy expression.“Do I really have to ask for permission to.” Wilson interrupts, pushing the door open and striding in.“Leave us, Jean, and lock the door behind you,” I command, cutting him off. Rumors of him being my mate could ruin everything with Rowan and tarnish my reputation.“You don’t want them to kno
AVA'S POVBile rises in my throat at Wilson's question.“Who is she?” I hear a chair scrape across the floor as he pushes it away to stand directly in front of me.I stand frozen, my feet and tongue immobilized, struggling to process his words.“Wha…t! Why would you wan…t…” I stammer, biting down on my tongue.“You mean, why would I want to know who she is?” His dark laugh bubbles up, sending a chill down my spine. “Yes, why would you?” I try to sound composed, but my voice comes out as a squeak.His question brings back memories of my stepsister. My mother believed she might be the one to phase into a golden-winged angel, perhaps Prince Rowan's true mate. As long as I don’t know Wilson’s intentions regarding this so-called true mate, I can’t risk revealing anything.“You already have her mate wrapped around your small finger. What I want from her is none of your business. Now tell me who she is,” he demands, his heated glare piercing through me.I fidget, scrambling for a convincing
LAYLA'S POV"Why am I having this feeling that this deal is not working in my favor at all?" We hear the boss' s voice complain as Donald opens the door to usher us into the office. He goes ahead of us to join his boss on the other side of the room.Jonathan leans against the wall looking pissed as hell. His eyes snap to me the moment the door clicks shut behind us and a fresh wave of panic hits me as I feel his gaze flit over my face. I really hope he will not recognize me."Why don't you just take all the healthy ones?" The boss bargains making Jonathan shift his attention from me of which I am very grateful. "Are you warry of doing business with me?" Donald leans and whispers something into his boss ear. His boss nods his glum expression easing."What about you take the others at that price. But you leave her with us." The boss says pointing his finger at me. I thought he and Donald wanted me gone as quickly as possible.Why change his mind all over a sudden. I am well aware non
Prince Rowan's Pov“I don’t have to tell you I’m here just because you didn’t join your parents for breakfast and lunch, do I?” Jason shouts as he walks into the training field behind me and Wilson.Before I chose Ava, I managed to keep my parents' pressure to find a mate at bay. Now, I’m fed up with their predictable meddling in my personal life. They always want updates on how Ava and I are doing and when we’ll plan our wedding.“They are piss—”“You don’t have to repeat yourself, I ignored you just fine the first time,” I groan.“I wasn’t going to repeat what I said,” Jason argues, making a silly face.“Whatever. Just keep your mouth shut.” I step aside to let William take his shot.“A perfect place for a hideout from your future wife, huh?” Jason mutters, picking up a bow and arrow from the rack and joining me and Wilson.“You can’t hide forever, you know. It’s only a matter of time before your mom or Ava starts looking for you,” Jason teases with a smile.“Speaking of mates, it’s
LAYLA'S POVI thought palaces were built to be beautiful at every corner, but as the guards lead us deeper into the vast structure, the cool elegance of the exterior starts to fade away. It even looks worse when we get to the slave quarters. Seems like the luxurious rooms and stuff we passed on our way down were only meant for the rich royals to enjoy. The slave quater they have settled us in are more worse than a criminal holding cells. It looks more of a basement or an abandoned storage room, dimly lit by two oil lamps from both ends, half broken windows with a thick layer of dust coating them, dusty conners covered with cobwebs and a door barely hanging on it's hinges.It's cold, chilly and ramshackled with a musty odour that makes you feel like puking.After a while, they bring in seven more slaves. They look disheveled but healthy, just like us. We all lie down on the thin mats provided for each of us.If we’re subjected to the same work as normal servants, without pay,we might
LAYLA'S POVFor hours, Mia and I scrub dishes and wipe down sticky surfaces until my back feels like it will snap from exhaustion. My muscles ache painfully as hunger gnaws at my insides.“You should take a break, we’re almost halfway done,” Mia advises as she assesses my worn-out state.Almost halfway done? The thought is overwhelming, it feels impossible to keep working like this. It’s nearly midday, and we still have hallways to clean.“I’ll take a little break then go clean the hallway while you finish here,” I announce, forcing myself upright despite how spent I feel.“Guests will start arriving any time now, it’s better if we get done with the hallways first so we’re out of their way.” I suggest."Good idea." Mia nods her head in agreement."I will clean here while you do the hallways."I fix my long black hair into a messy ponytail before dropping two rags into the cleaning buckets. "You have long beautiful hair. And a very beautiful body, you should let people see that."Mia ad
LAYLA 'S POVMy heart throbs harder as I watch my wristwatch count down the minutes towards midnight while I feel no sign that my body will shift into anything. Anxiety makes my intestines churn. It's my eighteenth birthday,I should be able to phase tonight.Otherwise I will be first wolf less she-wolf in our pack and in the whole of Silver Creek Kingdom.Nothing would be more disgraceful than being wolfless when your father is the Beta of your pack and your step-sister is the chosen mate of our dashing and powerful angel Prince,Nate Rowan.If you haven't heard about the golden winged angel of silver Creek, well ,he didn't exist twenty five years ago.Siver Creek was the largest kingdom ruled by an alpha King.It was also the only kingdom with both Grey werewolves and lycans within it's borders.While all are werewolves ,each kind is a little too different from the other that they couldn't manage to peacefully coexist together.Each wanted to dominate the other at the time, feeling that t
LAYLA'S POVFor hours, Mia and I scrub dishes and wipe down sticky surfaces until my back feels like it will snap from exhaustion. My muscles ache painfully as hunger gnaws at my insides.“You should take a break, we’re almost halfway done,” Mia advises as she assesses my worn-out state.Almost halfway done? The thought is overwhelming, it feels impossible to keep working like this. It’s nearly midday, and we still have hallways to clean.“I’ll take a little break then go clean the hallway while you finish here,” I announce, forcing myself upright despite how spent I feel.“Guests will start arriving any time now, it’s better if we get done with the hallways first so we’re out of their way.” I suggest."Good idea." Mia nods her head in agreement."I will clean here while you do the hallways."I fix my long black hair into a messy ponytail before dropping two rags into the cleaning buckets. "You have long beautiful hair. And a very beautiful body, you should let people see that."Mia ad
LAYLA'S POVI thought palaces were built to be beautiful at every corner, but as the guards lead us deeper into the vast structure, the cool elegance of the exterior starts to fade away. It even looks worse when we get to the slave quarters. Seems like the luxurious rooms and stuff we passed on our way down were only meant for the rich royals to enjoy. The slave quater they have settled us in are more worse than a criminal holding cells. It looks more of a basement or an abandoned storage room, dimly lit by two oil lamps from both ends, half broken windows with a thick layer of dust coating them, dusty conners covered with cobwebs and a door barely hanging on it's hinges.It's cold, chilly and ramshackled with a musty odour that makes you feel like puking.After a while, they bring in seven more slaves. They look disheveled but healthy, just like us. We all lie down on the thin mats provided for each of us.If we’re subjected to the same work as normal servants, without pay,we might
Prince Rowan's Pov“I don’t have to tell you I’m here just because you didn’t join your parents for breakfast and lunch, do I?” Jason shouts as he walks into the training field behind me and Wilson.Before I chose Ava, I managed to keep my parents' pressure to find a mate at bay. Now, I’m fed up with their predictable meddling in my personal life. They always want updates on how Ava and I are doing and when we’ll plan our wedding.“They are piss—”“You don’t have to repeat yourself, I ignored you just fine the first time,” I groan.“I wasn’t going to repeat what I said,” Jason argues, making a silly face.“Whatever. Just keep your mouth shut.” I step aside to let William take his shot.“A perfect place for a hideout from your future wife, huh?” Jason mutters, picking up a bow and arrow from the rack and joining me and Wilson.“You can’t hide forever, you know. It’s only a matter of time before your mom or Ava starts looking for you,” Jason teases with a smile.“Speaking of mates, it’s
LAYLA'S POV"Why am I having this feeling that this deal is not working in my favor at all?" We hear the boss' s voice complain as Donald opens the door to usher us into the office. He goes ahead of us to join his boss on the other side of the room.Jonathan leans against the wall looking pissed as hell. His eyes snap to me the moment the door clicks shut behind us and a fresh wave of panic hits me as I feel his gaze flit over my face. I really hope he will not recognize me."Why don't you just take all the healthy ones?" The boss bargains making Jonathan shift his attention from me of which I am very grateful. "Are you warry of doing business with me?" Donald leans and whispers something into his boss ear. His boss nods his glum expression easing."What about you take the others at that price. But you leave her with us." The boss says pointing his finger at me. I thought he and Donald wanted me gone as quickly as possible.Why change his mind all over a sudden. I am well aware non
AVA'S POVBile rises in my throat at Wilson's question.“Who is she?” I hear a chair scrape across the floor as he pushes it away to stand directly in front of me.I stand frozen, my feet and tongue immobilized, struggling to process his words.“Wha…t! Why would you wan…t…” I stammer, biting down on my tongue.“You mean, why would I want to know who she is?” His dark laugh bubbles up, sending a chill down my spine. “Yes, why would you?” I try to sound composed, but my voice comes out as a squeak.His question brings back memories of my stepsister. My mother believed she might be the one to phase into a golden-winged angel, perhaps Prince Rowan's true mate. As long as I don’t know Wilson’s intentions regarding this so-called true mate, I can’t risk revealing anything.“You already have her mate wrapped around your small finger. What I want from her is none of your business. Now tell me who she is,” he demands, his heated glare piercing through me.I fidget, scrambling for a convincing
AVA'S POV"What is it Jean?" I try to act more polite and not take my anger out on her. I don't want to scare her away yet when I still have no one else to depend on for information."You have a guest." She announces a bright smile lighting her old wrinkled face."A guest?" I ask confused. "I haven't made any friends here yet. So I have no idea who it could be."Prince Wilson is here to see you!" She says ethusistically like she is talking of a small god and I feel my heart skip a beat. The fucker followed me! What does he want? I thought I had made it clear that I don't like him back when we were in his room."Should I let him in my lady?" Jean questions confused at my not so happy expression.“Do I really have to ask for permission to.” Wilson interrupts, pushing the door open and striding in.“Leave us, Jean, and lock the door behind you,” I command, cutting him off. Rumors of him being my mate could ruin everything with Rowan and tarnish my reputation.“You don’t want them to kno
LAYLA'S POVThe carriages comes to a halt before the grand entrance and we walk slower to watch. The doors swing open and two men clad in guard uniforms leap down. They are followed by a towering figure draped in opulent garments that scream nobility. He appears young, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties, but his presence radiates authority and power. “He’s dressed too finely for a slave buyer. He must be royalty.” I whisper to MiaMia nods, her gaze fixed on the huge man. “Definitely a royal or someone close to one,” she murmurs.We watch as the man with the mustache approaches, his gait forced and exaggerated, with Donald coming from the field. A wide, strained smile stretches across his wrinkled face. “Sir Jonathan! What an honor it is to have you here unexpectedly,” The moustache man exclaims, his voice taut with tension as he extends a hand for a shake. It's funny how humble the inhumane idiot can be when faced by a more powerful person. "Where is Prince William? We haven’t
LAYLA'S POVThere is a sudden rumble and the door to the room cracks open. The Donald guy from yesterday strolls in, escorting two servants into the room.They are carrying bowls which I am sure are filled with the same soup from yesterday. It tasted horrible but again why would anyone waste their resources and their precious time making a decent meal for slaves."Everyone up!" Donald shouts. I detect a hint of anger in his voice. Is he still mad over what happened yesterday with his boss? Of course he must be and I am sure I am in his shit list for it. Those who were still asleep sits up from their sleeping positions.The servants starts handing over the bows filled with Little soup. I take mine and Mia's. It smells horrible just like the one they had fed us yesterday."You better get used to that princess. It's going to be your everyday meal." Donald smirks when one of the girls makes a face at the bow of the soup she has been given. I take a few spoons and hand the bow back. Ten m
AVA'S POVI have never thought that I will ever find myself in the middle of a situation that I will be incapable of coping with in my life.My shoulders slump, the excitement I had slowly trickles out of my heart. The sweet scent that had filled my heart with warmth and hope a few minutes ago now smells like something foul and disheartening.It is not just the realization that the sweet smell that is hitting my nose isn't emitting from the man I value the most and has planned my whole future with that has rendered me immobile at the center of the hallway. The realization that the new angel may be my real mate makes anger and distress settle deep into my bonesThe first thing I think of is turning and running out to find somewhere I can cry my heart out freely without a hundred of eyes watching me.But the prince is a few steps away from me and running out would be more than embarrassing. Probably the crowd will think I am running mad. I try to force a smile on my lips hopping it will