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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
Tatum broke the table and drove the broken leg through his chest to stop himself from abusing and taking advantage of her when she was clearly at his mercy, Leila cannot shake that night out of her mind even if it’s been three days.She could feel the urge he had, saw the way he struggled to restrain himself, the way he kept asking her to leave. The desire was not only in his wolf’s red eyes, she also saw it in his grey orbs.She is sure for certain now that Tatum knows they are fated mates, she could feel their wolves connecting that night, Tatum should have felt it too, there’s no way he didn’t.“Mama,” Amara comes into Leila’s room, holding one of the dolls from the doll house that Tatum bought her. “Can I go to the playground, please?”“Listen honey, Mama’s too busy right now to take you and you know gran gran can’t leave the house,” Leila replies with a small smile, lifting and putting Amara on her laps as she fiddles with some files in front of her.“Mama.”“Hmmm.”“But someone
“How long has she been like this?” Amanda asks in a worried tone, checking Amara’s vitals. The child is white, pale white and immobile and she has a fever, her temperature is high and heart rate is slow. Amanda looks up at Leila who is looking down at her child in perpetual sadness, nibbling away at fingers, her eyes red and puffy with dark bags underneath her sleep deprived eyes, fear gyrating back and forth in her heart, worry taking command of her mind, she cannot sleep, she cannot think straight, she cannot do anything. All she feels is anguish and pain. She should be the one lying down on the bed, Amara should be hale and hearty, she will gladly trade places. She looks away and she starts to cry again. She just doesn’t know what is going on, no one seems to know what is wrong with her daughter, three hospitals and four paediatric specialists and no one can figure out what is wrong. Four days ago, Amara was hale and hearty. She returned from the playground with Tatum and would
The sound of her scream makes them all run into the room just as Katrina struggles to her feet, her forehead torn open and blood covering her face.“Maledictio,” Katrina mutters with fear rapt in her dark eyes as she points at Amara, “tenebris maledictio.”“What is she saying? What is she saying?” Leila asks frantically, hugging Amara on the floor. “What have you done to my daughter? I can barely hear her heartbeat.”Leila lunges from the floor, ready to tear the scared witch to pieces when Kelvin blocks her path.“I think this is beyond her Leila. What she said was latin, she says it’s a curse, a dark curse.”“A curse?” Leila’s heart throbs in fear as shock grips her. “Who would curse a child?”This has to be when she went out with Tatum.She should never have allowed them to go out together alone, what is wrong with her? What was she thinking? Everyone in this pack hates her, they see her as their enemy and they know Amara is her child.What if one of them cursed her daughter? What
How could anyone curse a child, a child so sweet and harmless? Leila questions herself as she gets into her car, her vision blurred in tears, her heart soaked in fear as she drives to Tatum’s office. The first name that comes to her mind is Carmela, she once tried to kill her baby in the womb and she cannot put this beyond her even if she has no proof. Carmela is as vile and as wicked as they come and goddess help her, if she finds out that Carmela has anything to do with this, she will no longer sek revenge the proper way that she plans to, no, she will rip Carmela’s heart out and spit on her fucking dead body. She doesn’t know where Tatum is but she has to find him, he keeps blocking her mindlinks. She pulls up to the packhouse, ignores the people staring at her, breezes past the ones who try to walk up to her to make small talk, skips fucking protocol and procedures to see the Alpha and she goes into Tatum’s office but he isn’t there, it doesn’t even look like he has been here i
Leila wraps her other hand around Carmela’s throat and squeezes in a tight grasp.“Do you feel that, my claws grazing your heart, the air being cut from your lungs?” She asks, her voice blended with her wolf’s, cold as ice, her aura blazing around her, suffocating and powerful.Carmela nods gently, fear in her eyes as tears stream out of them.“Good,” Leila replies, feeling Carmela’s heart pound with fear in her hands. “Remember this feeling, because if I find out you have anything to do with the curse on my child, this is the last feeling you’re going to get before I kill you.”“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Carmela grunts in pain, “I was only asking for her welfare, she’s a sweet girl.”Leila plunges her hand deeper, slicing into Carmela’s heart and Carmela yells in pain, hot tears flowing down her eyes.“And if I ever see you anywhere near my house again…I better not see you,” Leila snarls, retracting her claws and she pulls her hands out of Carmela’s chest, wipes the b
Leila quickly wipes her face with the back of her hands and rolls down her car window. “Hi,” she says sharply, fruitlessly trying to put some cheer on her face, “I never got your name the other day.” “Antonio,” he smile widens, “but you can call me whatever you like kitten.” He winks at her. “Can you not call me that? I don’t even know you,” Leila’s brows furrow as she squints at him, a small frown on her face. “But I do know you little mate,” his smile remains plastered. Leila suddenly feels the involuntary change in her emotions just like last time when she could no longer feel fear. Her sorrow drowning, the anguish bleeding away, the pain in her heart dissipating and she knows it’s not her doing. Why does that happen in his presence? Is he the one taking away these emotions or does it have something to do with this whole second chance mate theory? “I’m not going to ask why you are crying but I’m going to get in your car, we’re going to go for a drink and we are going to che