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“In light of new evidence that has appeared, this court hearing will be adjourned by two weeks and we will reconvene at exactly 11am,” Judge Bruce slams his gavel.“All rise,” The clerk announces as he leaves and everyone begins to file out.Trent storms out of the courtroom in fury, muttering curses and Carmela runs after him, reaching him in the corridor of the courtroom.“Father, wait.”“You bloody fool,” Trent snarls at her. “I thought you said you and that incapable bastard went through everything that they could use against us today, why didn’t you know about the bloody masts?”“I’m sorry, I thought we had it all covered, but don’t worry, we will still get them, they’re not going to win this,” Carmela replies in a petrified tone.Trent scoffs coldly. “I shouldn’t worry?” He grabs her chin and shoves her against the wall, squeezing it painfully, his eyes cold and deadly as he narrows them at her.“I made a fool of myself today and I don’t like making a fool of myself. I’ve worked
“Lithoha, are you sure this spell will work?” Carmela frowns as Lithoha stokes a fire in the backyard of Trent’s house. “His wolf will go into a haze, even if the human fights the urge, his wolf will not be able to resist his mate, so be rest assured, he will be yours tonight – if you have been taking the medicine I gave you to keep up the temp mate bond?. Did you bring what I asked for?” Lithoha replies, not looking away from the fire. Carmela smiles to herself. After tonight, Tatum will have slept with her. Whether he or Leila likes it or not, either his child or Matt’s child will be inside her and Tatum will think either one is his. She reaches into her purse and stretches a ring towards Lithoha. “His ring, it’s the only personal item I could get my hands on.” Lithoha has been working on this spell for weeks and this is the final day. Tatum’s personal item has been the only thing missing but she was able to nick his ring when she visited him the last time. “It will do,” Litho
Adaline goes upstairs to Darren’s room and she looks at her husband lying lifeless on his bed, several drips connected to his pale and thin body. The vibrant energetic man she once used to know is but a shadow of himself now.She is sad that he is in this condition but even more sad that despite his illness, he has maintained his stand to not speak a word to her or Tatum because of what happened to Leila.He firmly believes that Leila did not commit any of the crimes she is accused of as Leila is a kindhearted woman and a good person. She never knew that what happened to Leila could make him so bitter towards them but to not have spoken to his fated mate and wife for over five years is enough proof of that.It is the more reason she is unhappy with Carmela, she hoped that Carmela would have given them another heir by now to soften Darren’s anger but it is obvious that despite Carmela being Tatum’s fated mate, his heart is still with Leila.She often wonders if she did the right thing,
The truth about Amara is sure to cheer his old sick heart up but what if she tells him and Tatum finds out from him, that could ruin all her plans. Before she can decide, Darren’s grip tightens around her hand and his deep sad eyes look up at hers. “Forgive him, he was naive. This pack needs you. Forgive us,” his voice dry and weak. Forgiveness? After all they made her go through? How does she even forgive them? What does she even forgive? Where does she start from? The torture, the torment, the abuse? Or perhaps the beating, the neglect, the humiliation, starvation? He doesn’t need to know that she is not capable of forgiving them, so she holds his hands and smiles down at him. “Do not worry about me father, I will do the right thing.” “Is the right thing taking my son–” Darren coughs violently and blood spills out of his mouth. “Will you take him back if he comes to his senses and begs your forgiveness?” Leila takes one of the warm napkins on the counter and wipes his l
“Are you okay?” Her voice comes out hurried and she is shocked at the fear she feels for him.“Never been better,” he closes the distance between them in a flash.There is something off about him and the close proximity between their bodies immediately sends heat through Leila, pooling in her core. His scent dazzles and intoxicates her as well, like a drug, a strong pull towards him takes over and she wants nothing more right now than to—No, it’s not her, these are not her feelings, it’s her wolf, it’s reacting to something inside Tatum or his wolf perhaps.She takes a quick step back, looking at his ripped abs that are torn open but healing. “You’re bleeding, is everything okay?”Without warning, Tatum cups the back of her head and kisses her deeply in response, devouring her lips with a passion that he has never kissed her with before.Her body is set on fire from the kiss that sends a pang of pleasure to her core but her skin crawls from it and she wants to push him away when she
Every touch lights her up like a bonfire, flooding her pussy with warmth as her juices start to trickle out of her soaking wet pussy, she almost forgot what this feels like, it’s been so long, it’s like it's the first time she is experiencing it and with the matebond…… Picture her body as a specimen under the lens of a microscope and the matebond as the microscope itself, it amplifies everything. She doesn’t want this but at the same time, she wants it so bad. She tries to fight the pleasure coursing through every cell in her body so she can regain control but Tatum doesn’t give her the chance as he throws her on the bed, his hard length bulging in his pants as he stares down at her with lustful passion in his red eyes. She clenches her thighs together, her breath ragged and her heart pounding hard, knowing exactly what he can do to her with that monster cock in his pants and with the effect of the matebond, she knows it will feel ten times better but no, she doesn’t want him, he
Leila slams the door shut, scared and in tears as she runs out of the room and Tatum feels like the door was slammed against his heart. He would deserve it, he deserves it, he deserves for his heart to be placed under a rock and smashed repeatedly until it’s nothing but mush for all the pain that he has caused her, the woman that he loves, his one and only desire.He never thought that it was possible to love her anymore than he already did but fuck, it is, he falls in love all over again everytime he sets eyes on her, his desire grows deeper, taking root in his very soul.All he wants to do is make her happy, keep the light in her eyes and the smile on her face but how can he even do that when it was he who strangled her happiness, snuffed out the light in her eyes and drained off the smile on her face.He slowly pushes his body up to sit on the floor, leaving the wood in his chest because it is the only thing that can stop him from going after her. The smell of her arousal hanging
Even in their current circumstances, with every breath that he takes, his love for Leila grows deeper, his desire stronger but along with it, a firm hatred for Carmela. She deceived and manipulated him and his pack members into believing she is the phoenix Luna, robbed him of a childhood he could have spent loving Leila and Leila alone, years taken away from him, away from them, a fucking axe that split their love into two, right down the middle. Carmela’s death will be gruesome and he will make sure it’s Leila who delivers the final blow, he will serve Leila Carmela’s head on a fucking golden platter and it won’t be an act of redemption or absolution on his part because nothing can redeem him or absolve him of the guilt of his actions, it will be because Leila deserves her revenge and he will see to it that she gets it. Trent is already on his way to the noose to hang, he just doesn’t know it yet and after him, his daughter will be next. — A few days later, still in terrible pai
“Welcome to my humble and temporary abode Angel,” Leo smiles at Leila, opening his arms for a hug. Leila keeps her face grim, her feet rooted to the spot, barely any amusement in her eyes as she stares at Leo blankly. “My bad,” he chuckles and drops his hands, “we’re not friends yet, according to you. I’m glad you took up my offer. Come, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Leila narrows her eyes at him as she walks in behind him. His men do not bow or show any sign of respect or anything like that as Leo walks past them. Everyone is just going about their normal duty and activities as if they cannot even see him. Even Tatum who doesn’t force anyone to respect him will not have his men just lazing about when he walks in with a guest. Is Leo really this jovial with his men or is this all an act for her to drop her guard? Make her feel like he is a warm and homely person? She only has one mission here today and that is to find her daughter. Whatever theatrics and schemes Leo has up hi
“I think you should go Leila,” Jenny says later that evening after Leila tells her of her encounter with Leo and how he both directly and indirectly gave her an invitation to his camp. Leila looks at Jenny with shock, not expecting her to say that, “can you even hear yourself? It’s an obvious trap. He already has Amara, if he kidnaps me too, then what happens?” Jenny frowns, “you’re both invitees of the king and I know where you’re going, he can’t actually kidnap you if you walk in there with your feet. This may be our only chance to confirm if he really has Amara in there or not.” Leila sighs, a sad and conflicted look on her face. Jenny has a point but it is also risky too. The Leo she met is a far cry from what she thought him to be but of course, that too might just be pretense. “I have an idea,” Jenny’s face lights up as Leila raises her head to face her, “to ensure Leo cannot do anything silly when you get to the camp, we just have to make the king aware of your visit to Leo’
What does he want with her? Is he going to— “I thought I told you boys to back off, are you trying to scare the lady?” Leo’s voice breaks into her thoughts and she looks at him with eyes agape in shock, then squinted in suspicion. “Alpha, we’re only doing our duty, it’s not safe for you to roam these streets alone, considering our current standing with the king,”one of his men replies. “The angel here knows a thing or two about standings with the king and she’s roaming, is she not? Unless you boys think a woman can handle what your Alpha can’t.” “Of course not Alpha,” the guy immediately goes on one knee and bows to Leo. Leo rolls his eyes and frowns, “you’re always too serious Dexter, I meant that as a joke but if you thought so, you wouldn’t be wrong, this lady here is a special one.” The discomfort in Leila’s heart grows and a tinge of fear rises in her from the words of Leo. He was somehow able to find out that Amara is Tatum’s daughter, what else does he know? Does he know h
“This mysterious savior of yours seems to be one of a kind,” Jenny says after Leila recounts her ordeal at Leo’s camp to her. “I guess he is,” Leila replies, her eyes holding a conflicted look, her thoughts still unsettled about the probable identity of the man and his proximity when her life is in danger. “Jenny.” “Yeah.” “Is it possible for one’s wolf to change, maybe by magic or a spell?” “Why do you ask?” Jenny squints, her face becoming doused with scrutiny and a hint of sudden realisation, “wait. You don’t think it’s Tatum, do you?” “I don’t know…” Leila replies, her voice sullen and dry, her heart soaked in grief, “if such a spell was possible, I suppose I would think so. I mean, who else would come to my rescue like that but him and his choice to stay mute too. Plus Tatum has a habit of doing things and keeping me in the dark. I’m just so confused.” Jenny heaves a deep sigh, pity covering her eyes. She sits beside Leila on the mattress and drapes her hand around her. “D
Leila immediately takes off in the direction through which she came, the guard at the post takes a swing at her with the silver spear clutched in his arms but she ducks underneath it, her heart pounding hard and fast as more guards join in the chase. She reaches the fence and in one swift move, she leaps over it but the barbed wire tears into her back and the side of her arm as she lands but the pain doesn’t deter or slow her down. Leo already has Amara, no doubt to have an edge over Tatum, if she gets caughts too, it will only make things worse and judging from what she has heard about Leo, he could do much worse than just capture her. The sound of the dogs barking and men yelling gets louder as she takes off into the deep of the woods. She almost shifts so she can gain more ground on the dogs who she can see closing in on her from her peripheral vision when she remembers the dangerous spell cast on the capital, way before Antonio even became king. It is a tale every child growing
“If your mind's made up, give me a few hours, I’ll do a cloaking spell to keep you hidden when you get there, go get our little warrior and bring her back,” Jenny replies, giving Leila a hug. Leila feels a bit of relief hearing that. With a cloaking spell, she can easily move in and out of the camp undetected and hopefully, she can get Amara out. Armed with Jenny’s cloaking spell which Jenny channeled into a bracelet around Leila’s wrist, Leila heads to Leo’s camp. As long as she keeps the bracelet around her wrist and avoids water getting on it, the ordinary eyes of men will not be able to see her. Her eyes scan the camp’s walls—high wooden fences reinforced with barbed wire and guarded by sentries, their sharp eyes scanning the darkness for any movement. She can see their figures in the distance, shifting in and out of view as they pace. She holds her breath, listening for any noise that might betray her presence. Even with the cloaking spell, she still has to be very careful, o
The next day, Leila makes her way to the palace to officially answer Antonio’s summon. She would rather be looking for Amara or Tatum right now but it’s important that she sees Antonio too. The last thing she wants to do is give him an excuse to legally place any kind of punishment on her or pack using her disobedience as an excuse. “State your business,” a rough looking guard, a guy as tall as a mountain, confronts her at the gate. “I’m here to see the king by his summon. I’m Leila Cromwell, Luna of the blood oak pack,” she replies, staring at the gates that stand tall and imposing. The guard grunts and they his eyes change colours, showing he is mindlinking, possibly confirming if she was truly summoned by the king. “Wait here,” the guard frowns, before walking through the gates and into the gate house. Leila’s heart thuds nervously as she waits aside. A lot depends on the outcome of her meeting with Antonio but what would she even say to him when she sees him? The man singl
Leila’s heart races, her breath becoming unstable from Jenny’s revelation as she tries to make sense of it. “If it wasn’t for Amara’s power that caught him off guard, he would have captured us right there and then but she bought us enough time to escape and stay hidden until Tatum and his men arrived and the moment Tatum left with Amara, Leo and his men stopped their onslaught and went after him,” Jenny concludes. Leila sighs sadly and massages her temple. This endless cycle of torment and confusion just seems to never want to stop revolving around her. She knows Amara is alive but she still cannot ascertain her safety from what Jenny is saying. It makes no logical sense for Tatum to bring Amara to the last place that she should be and another thing is how far the North Star pack is from the capital. It’s a very long journey that would take travelling through different packs and despite the measures she put in place and people she had sent to different packs in search of Tatum and A
A terrific sigh of relief escapes Leila, her eyes going wide in shock and she hugs Jenny again, tears falling out of her eyes, a rush of relief filling her heart. For many nights and days she has prayed and hoped that Amara would be safe, that no harm should befall her but why the capital, why did Tatum choose here of all places to bring her, right under Antonio’s nose. What is his plan? She breaks the hug and tugs Jenny by her arms, “do you know where she is, can you take me to her?” She asks, her heart pounding wildly, nothing would bring her more joy right now than seeing her little girl again, seeing those shiny pretty eyes, her bubbly personality. The last time they saw Amara was withdrawing into a shell because of how different she was from kids her age and how they treated her. Will she still be the same or will spending time with her father have that effect removed? “Leila , calm down,” Jenny replies, a bit of a sullen look in her eyes, “I know where she is but it’s not t