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After signing the necessary papers for her mother’s release with Bass and her mother, Leila tries to mindlink Kelvin again for the umpteenth time but she cannot reach him still. Did he have an emergency that took him far away from the pack? He would have said something if that was the case, he wouldn’t just leave her in the blind and worried.“Leila, are you okay?” Liana asks, seeing the gloom in Leila’s eyes.Leila sighs deeply, rubbing the side of Liana’s arm with a wry smile on her lips. “I’m fine. Bass, do you think any one in the office might know his whereabouts?”“I cannot say for sure but you can always go ask, he might have left a note or something, we both majorly worked on the case from his apartment and I know for sure he’s not there, so office might be the best bet.“Mom, I’ll call Amanda to come take you home with Amara. I’ll go with Bass to the office to figure out Kev’s absence, something about it is off, it's just so unlike him.”“Thank you sweetheart but do not trou
“Help you? I should kill you,” Leila snarls, charging at him. “I know you’re the phoenix wolf,” Tristan puts his hands up to protect himself, backing against her car. Leila halts midway to striking him, feeling a spike in her heartbeat, her eyes widening in surprise. “I always like to have leverage over my employees, I had Carmela’s phone bugged and I heard a conversation with her dad. I can help you prove the truth but first you have to save me.” Leila grits her teeth, her eyes tight in annoyance, bitterness and anger marauding inside her as she shifts her paws back into arms and clenches her fist. “I don’t trust a word you say. For all I know, this is another one of your master’s schemes to get me.” “That bitch is not my master and you can trust me because you know she would never tell anyone her biggest secret when it risks her being exposed. I found out by chance but then my allegiance was to her, I had to do her bidding.” “And now?” Tristan moves his hands away from his
“Good night Mama,” Amara says, kissing Leila’s cheeks before she lies on the bed and Leila puts a blanket over her when she gets home that night. She got Tristan some supplies and they discussed at length about how Tristan could help her prove her innocence with what he knows. She always knew Amara was special but not this special, a werewolf and a sorceress. She doesn’t know why two goddesses would decide to go against the laws of nature, the very laws of creation to bless a child, her child with both their powers and the fact that Amara now has to live with the knowledge and burden of that from such a young age worries her. What kind of powers would Amara have? Will it corrupt her like she has heard happen to many sorcerers and sorceresses? And that magical aura around her wolf? Does it grant her wolf some special kind of power or is it just the mere presence of the magic within her? There are so many questions she has that have no answers and many of those answers can only be g
“To what do I owe this visit?” Tatum points to the couch in the side of his office, stepping away from his desk as Leila steps into his office, a small smile plastered on his lips. The smile makes him look even more handsome and his gentle gaze is quite alluring but Leila will not be distracted by it, she means business. She keeps her face curt, despite the way her heart pounds, the decision she is about to make will not only hurt Tatum, she will feel some of the pain from the bond snapping, her wolf will also feel some pain but Tatum and his wolf will get the brunt of it since she is the one rejecting him. “I’m here to reject you and don’t try to dance around it this time Tatum, it will just be delaying the inevitable,” Leila says in a cold tone, sitting on the couch and crossing her legs, her eyes bereft of any emotion. She sees the shock in Tatum’s eyes but it is fleeting as he runs his hands down his dark bushy hair. “So your mind is made up, I guess.” “My mind was made up whe
Tatum’s wolf howls in pain as the bond snaps on his end and he almost falls over. He has heard stories about the pain of rejection and the mate bond snapping but he never knew it was this intense. The pain is greater than anything he has ever felt in his life before, the pain he felt from drinking concentrated wolfsbane poison that day is nothing compared to this……that pain was merely physical. He can feel this pain on all levels, his body, his spirit, his soul, his wolf, everything fucking thing that makes him Tatum is drowned in it, his heart feels like it is being seared over furnance, at the same time being poked by red hot spears. His entire body shudders with a strong and unbearable pain, from his head, through his spine to his toes but he keeps his face stoic, his gaze calm, not showing any iota of the pain and agony that is flooding every cell, every nerve, every fibre of his being. “You can leave,” he says calmly. “Accept it,” Leila says in a curt tone, watching him vis
A few days later, after getting Tristan some supplies and discussing a bit further with him on what their plans could be, Leila makes her way back to the house but she is surprised to see a canopy outside her house with music playing, a barbecue on the side and a few unfamiliar faces drinking and swaying their bodies to the melody of the music. She pulls the car to a halt and when she steps down from the car, she sees Tatum with his arms crossed against his chest, a small smile on his face as he watches the people at her house but when their eyes meet, his smile vanishes and he turns back inside the house. He has been avoiding her painfully since the rejection and he denied seeing the divorce papers she sent to his office and even when she took it there herself, he refused to see her. He must be in a lot of pain right now with his refusal to accept the bond, she may not have experienced it but she has heard stories of how painful the pain of the bond snapping is, a pain she will exp
Carmela’s eyes coat with tears as she glances from Tatum to Leila before she frowns and storms away. Tatum looks at her walking away in the distance before he turns to Leila with a smile on his lips and he rubs his palms together. “Now that that is sorted, how bout we join the party?” “And who says you’re invited?” Leila raises a brow at him. “What do you mean? You just invited me,” Tatum replies with a smirk, “I was on my own when you called me over.” “Yeah, to get Carmela out of here not for the party,” Leila replies, pushing back her wolf, hating how the only thing she can smell right now is Tatum’s scent, refreshing, comforting and worst of all, intoxicating. Until the rejection is fully complete, her wolf will still have fragments of feelings for his wolf. She really needs him to accept it. “Is that so?” Tatum closes the distance between them, his eyes searching deep into hers. “Yes,” Leila replies, backing away from Tatum to give herself space to breathe air that is not
“It’s hard to believe she’s not mine,” Tatum replies, pretending not to hear Leila because divorce or rejection is not something he wants to talk about but also because it’s the truth. The more time he spends with Amara, the more suspicious he gets and dare he say hopeful that Leila may just be hiding the truth from him as punishment for what he did to them. It’s not just him who feels a bond to the little spitfire, his wolf does too and just now, when he carried her, it was strong, too fucking strong to ignore. He cannot say what it is but the bond is as strong as what he feels for Leila, the only difference is that it feels filial, not erotic but just as strong. He’s been tempted a few times to swipe a strand of Amara’s hair or steal her lollipop for saliva samples but he respects Leila too much to do so. Even if Amara turns out to be his, going behind her back would only stoke Leila’s fire, a fire he is desperately looking for how to quench. “Well believe it, because she isn’t,