LAYLA 'S POV
My 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 they were
too strong or powerful to submit to the other. War broke out and lasted so long that the weaker werewolves began to free the kingdom.That's when our golden winged angel was born,to force harmony between the two races. He is a formidable being with great powers and dazzling beauty. Not that I have seen him,but I have heard those that have seen him talk about being stunned by his beauty. I am assuming he is more gorgeous than any of the men I have seen.
He was just one,but ended the war and took over the throne. He let his werewolf father become King while our Alphas were allowed to keep leading their small packs while staying loyal to him.The whole kingdom thrived under his care to the massive and wealthy kingdom we are in now.What's even more amazing is how the formerly incompatible races have been so at peace with each other in presence of more formidable race.
He sure has phenomenal powers, irresistible beauty and charm .But him and are alike in a few ways too He has a fated mate just like us even though he is yet to find her.
He is still the most adored being of our kingdom. You can always hear people whispering about his perfections now and then.That's why every unmated girl now wishes she is my step-sister,his chosen mate.
She isn't his true mate of course. They don't have a mate bond despite her being the only other person that phased into an angel. Her wings are white and she is powerless.She is just someone he chose to become his future wife since he is about to take over the throne and he has waited for his true mate far too long.
Being the most of all the living beings,his true mate was probably going to be another golden winged angel. But there hasn't been a new golden winged angel for a long as he has waited.It's understandable why he decided to quit waiting.
My step-sister phased into a white winged angel at seventeen and our father set up a big party to celebrate his step daughters special phasing.That was also the day my life turned upside down.As a daughter of a lycan Beta ,I was supposed to get my wolf on my seventeen birthday ,but it never came.
My father was quite disappointed in me and began giving me less attention. He however didn't become a complete jerk until his step-daughter phased to an angel.He has always been a man obsessed with fame and power. Her phasing gave him exactly that. I on the other hand have brought him shame. Because though some werewolves do phase later than others,it is not what is expected of a Beta's daughter.
I have been bullied and derided because of it. But hopefully that will stop after I phase later tonight.Midnight is only an hour away and the anticipation is Killing me.
There is an exquisite party that has been set in the hall downstairs and all the kingdom's royal and rich quests are in attendance. It's not to cerebrate my birthday through . Who would even remember that I exist on a day like this?
It's the first time prince Rowan is visiting our pack to get engaged to my step-sister .He was supposed to have arrived earlier but I heard people saying he had urgent issues to attend to.
I would have liked to see him for the first time.See if he is really what people say he is.But I don't wanna be here when I start to phase.I don't want to mess up anything especially when no one needs me here.
I feel like just phasing today will not win my father's love back. He will always prioritize my step-sister,the angel and Soon to be the princess of this kingdom.
I think the only way to find peace and my own happiness is if I leave, find myself a job in another kingdom.
I'm not counting on meeting my mate and having him save me from all this. I have had enough of being kind and trying to impress people only to get scorned and laughed at in return. Who said one cannot be happy alone?
"Layla!" I am startled by my step-mother 's stern stern voice and I shift my gaze from the clothes I was packing into a bag to wear after phasing and shifting back into human form. I cannot return here naked unless I want to get immediately kicked out. "What are you doing in there while everyone else is working? Get out,the kitchen needs cleaning!" The woman barks while banging on my bedroom door.
I finish packing the clothes and leave the bag to go face her. She is already fuming by the time I open the door. I just made her wait for a few seconds and that alone makes her angry. Can't wait to get out of her presence.
"Why am I the one to do that too? I haven't had a Break since morning. Why can't the maids do it?" I ask, ignoring her fury.
"They are already dressed in their white uniform and I don't want any of them to get dirty. They will be escorting princess Ava to the stage to Meet the price when he arrives." she answers with a proud smile.
I am tempted to remind her that her daughter is not yet a Princess .The Prince may have her because she was the only other angel but they are not yet married and they are not mates. Correcting her will however infuriate her more and she will most likely claim that I have disrespected her.
"I don't want to get dirty either. I am already dressed for the party." I reply.
She openly checks out my sky-blue dress with pursed lips and scoffs." You're not attending my daughter's party.Your father ordered that you stay away from the hall and anywhere near the guests. Don't you ever understand what a disgrace you are?"
Her words makes my jaws clench in anger. My father ordered that I stay away from the hall?! When did I become so detestable?Does he even remember there is still a chance that I will phase today? Or has he now disowned me completely?
I wonder if he would be doing the same if mother was still here. He was a devoted and prudent father when she was alive and many months after she was gone. Until he replaced her with a vixen that he now calls a wife."Hey! Did you not hear a thing I said?"That vixen flaps a finger in front of my face."Don't step anywhere close to the hall ! Only the kitchen floor needs mopping.Hurry up because I don't want any guest that may decide to mill about to find you there." She orders and waits for my response."Okay." I say, Knowing that I have no option but to obey her for now."Good.Be done in thirty minutes."She turns and walks away.I check my watch again as I descend the stairs to the ground floor. It's only a quarter past eleven.I can manage that floor within thirty minutes if I hurry.Then the fifteen minutes to run back to my room,grab my bag of clothes and leave the pack house before it's midnight.What really sucks is I will have to pass through the living room that my step-sister an
I finally get past the first line of trees and check my wrist watch again. Only five seconds to midnight. I drop my bag and torch and wait for transportation to begin .My heart is beating hander than it was when I was running.I glance at the watch again .One more minute to go.Shouldn't I be feeling even a slight symptoms of transformation I am way for?I can almost hear the sound of my heart pounding hard.My wobbly legs are hardly supporting the rest of my quivering body as I have at the minute hand of the wristwatch tick past midnight while my body remains the same. I can't hear a sound from my wolf either.How can this be happening? What act of transgression am I being punished for this harshly? Being denied a wolf in a kingdom of lycans and angels? Even the most immoral people I know did get a wolf. So why am I the only one getting past her eighteenth birthday without one?I let myself fall to the dump ground as the tick tock sound of the watch carries on.Tears sting my eyes and I
LAYLAS'S POVMy only friend is critically injured and will probably leave this world soon yet all the ladies in front of me only keep yelling out accusations.I wonder what kind of evil being could have done this.Because no sane being would attack someone so young and innocent.The woman I had been dreading to see again today, My vixen stepmother, finally storms into the room.She shrieks when she sees the injured girl in front of me. But her shock appear faked and kind of exaggerated.Her horror is only expressed by her melodramatic gasp and screams.Her eyes are actually glowing with what seems to be pleasure.I am not surprised when she also accuses me of assaulting the child.I doubt she knows I didn't phase so I have no claws that could have done this."You wicked loser! How dare you try to kill a child?" she bellows.I don't say anything since I am certain she won't listen.She probably thinks that I phased and the only way to get me kicked out of the house is to pin this evil act on
PRINCE ROWAN'S POVCould this day get any worse. I sigh in frustration as I avert my eyes from the young girl who has just been dragged in front of the stage and look at the guards waiting for an explanation.The four guards step back to allow an older woman to step forward. I recognize her immediately.She is the mother of my mate.I don't know why I actually call the girl my mate, because she is not. We have no mate bond, but everyone including my parents think we are meant to be since she is the only other angel in the land and I'm just being ignorant and unloving.It has been years since I phased and haven't found my true mate. My father always wanted to hand over the kingdom to me but I insisted I had to find my mate first but she never came, or she probably doesn't exist.I know the girl I'm about to marry in a few months deserves better. She deserves a loving mate. She is beautiful, kind and has all virtues any man would desire. But why does she claim that she can feel the mates
AVA'S POV This might as well be the best day of my life. I have finally gotten rid of my stupid stepsister and also got engaged to the most powerful and wealthiest beautiful being of our kingdom. We will be getting married in a few months and I will be the queen. I'll finally live the life I have always craved, full of wealth and power.But even with all the achievements I can't help but worry that the prince true mate might show up any day before we get married. I can also sense that the prince is not very taken with me as much as he would have been with his mate.I have always claimed that I'm his mate even when I know there is no mate bond between us. There are things that are irresistible even when you want to resist. Who wouldn't want to be the queen, so rich and powerful. Not to mention to be married to the most gorgeous dream man of every girl in the kingdom.I can't help but worry that his mate or my true mate will show up any day and destroy my achievements. I have to find
LAYLA'S POVIt has just been a few hours after I was locked in a cell and I already feel very hungry and cold. The cell is barely six feet by four making stretching a fucking problem. It is hollow cube of concentrate with no window, no bed, no light and no furniture. Just four walls halfway made of metal rods in a crisscross pattern. Given enough time here one can even forget their name.I really wish there was at least a blanket or anything that can possibly provide warmth. I am still dressed in my dirty, wet dress and the cold floor aren't helping at all.There aren't any form of sounds, which makes the torture worse. I huddle in one corner, trying to close my eyes and find sleep, but hunger gnaws at my insides making it impossible.I try to think of anything that will distract me and I unwillingly find myself thinking about the prince magnificent face. He sure is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. How can someone so physically perfect be paired with someone as
ROWAN'S POVI can't deny that the girl had stunning physical beauty .Even in her dirt caked clothes she still could pass for a innocent, beautiful princess. Too bad her ugly personality makes her totally undesirable. A part of me really wishes she was accused of something else and not attempted murder. I had always wished that I will find a mate with both outer and inner beauty such as the ones my mom used to tell me about when I was young. But considering how long I have waited to meet my true mate I doubt that such a girl exists. For the sake of the kingdom and to get my parents off my back I had to get engaged to the only other angel in the kingdom.I might not feel the mate bond with my current alleged mate. But she got most adored virtues that any man would have desired. Not to mention she will make the best kind hearted queen of the kingdom. My expectations of what a princess should be like, may have been corrupted by my mom's childhood stories. According to her princesses ar
ROWAN'S POVI wake up to the sound of someone knocking on my door urgently. I wonder who it could be considering the fact that I am not at the palace and I wasn't expecting anyone, not this early anyway. Unless there is a matter of agency.I force my yet to fully awake body up, walk to the door only to open it and find my mate standing on the other side smiling up at me. Three other girls in maid's uniform stand behind her. She is wearing make up, a lot of it."Can we come in?" She asks in a flirtatious voice, running her long nails down her very short dress that barely hides her ass."Off course." I say trying the best I can not to sound annoyed.I move away from the entrance and she motions for the other three to follow her inside. She goes ahead to make herself comfortable on my bed while the other three stand.“So, what’s this about?” I ask, crossing my arms.“I brought the witnesses for my Little sister's attack,” she says, gesturing to the maids.“This early?” I raise an eyebrow
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
I need to see his wings for myself. He might be a golden-winged angel, just like Rowan.“Can you fix my hair?” I ask, carefully applying makeup to my face. After a few moments, Jean finishes pinning my hair up. I glance in the mirror and am pleasantly surprised by how elegant the dress looks. I take a moment to admire my reflection. I look stunning. I hope the prince notices too.“You look beautiful, my lady,” Jean says sincerely. I can’t help but smile at her compliment.I’ve started to like her already. She may be older, but unlike the other maid from yesterday, she treats me with respect. I can see her being useful for getting me information too.Feeling satisfied, I step out of the room and go down the stairs, pausing briefly to check on my mate’s quaters as I pass. I make my way toward the royal dining hall when I spot two maids walking in the opposite direction, carrying fabrics for decorations. They’re probably preparing for the party Jean mentioned, the one the king is hosting
AVA'S POVToday I wake up to another old maid drawing drapes away from my bedroom windows. The sun beams brightly through the window blurring my vision. I wonder how she got in here. I am so sure I locked the door before going to bed last night.Isn't she supposed to wait until I am awake? But since I arrived here yesterday I have noticed that servants here are being treated with too much respect such that they have the guts to answer back or advice a royal. I swear when I am the queen I'll suck any of them that dares disrespect or one that isn't submissive enough. I stifle a yawn, my eyelids heavy with sleep."Good morning, my lady," the maid mumbles nervously upon realizing I'm awake. She begins tidying up, folding the clothes I wore yesterday and returning scattered items to their rightful places."What's your name?" I ask sweetly, knowing that if I am to thrive in this place I have to pamper someone to be giving me information that I cannot get myself.Maids are often the best sou