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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,
Leila’s eyes fly wide open, her heart thrumming loud in her ears as she glances from Tatum to Antonio in obvious shock. The Lycan king is her second chance mate? The same murderous, ruthless monster which horrors she has heard of is Antonio? How is that even possible? The man looks like an angel, the best of them all but if he really is the king, then things will get catastrophic. According to Tristan, it was the king who killed the witch and tried to kill him and now that she sees Antonio again, his description perfectly fits what Tristan has. “I didn’t know you were the king,” Leila bows, keeping a smile on her face, despite the nervous storm in her heart. Antonio smiles at her, wiping a strand of hair off her face gently, his eyes holding admiration for her. “There are many horrible rumours about me because of my mysterious nature, kitten and I didn’t want to scare you away,” he says in a soft angelic voice, holding her arms and staring passionately into her eyes. A low gro
“Careful,” Carmela winces, faking pain as Antonio places his cock at her entrance, “it’s my first time.” “I don’t take orders from anyone little doll,” Antonio grunts with pleasure as he shoves into her breaking her hymen and blood coat his cock as he continues to fuck her. The hymen is fake and so is the blood. When Carmela told Lithoha what the king said about her being his second chance mate, Lithoha suggested that making her appear pure, untouched and chaste in the eyes of the king could give her more worth but knowing the king had magic and could probably sense it, Lithoha used a herbal concoction to tighten Carmela’s broken hymen and for the blood, it is sheep’s blood which was put in a very thin nylon and inserted inside her, so once Antonio penetrated, the nylon burst and the blood spilled. Antonio slaps her face lightly as he thrusts, seeing her looking lost though pleasured. “What’s the matter little doll, don’t like the way I fuck you?” “I do,” Carmela fakes a moan,
“You fucking listen to me Leila, I don’t care if you hate me to the core, I am not accepting the rejection if it means you get to be with that monster,” Tatum says in a cold voice, frustration clear in his eyes. It’s been a few days since the party and before Tatum left that day, right before her eyes, he threw the divorce papers into the barbecue fire and she had to use Amara as an excuse to get to him because he just refuses to see her and finalise things. “You don’t get to make that choice for me,” Leila replies coldly, seething with anger. “I’m going to be with him, that is my decision.” Everyone knows of Antonio’s horrors or rumours of it anyway, she is not ignorant to them but the devil she doesn't know may be better than the angel she knew that crushed her heart and almost destroyed her life. Tatum groans in frustration, running his hands over his face before he stands up from his side of his desk and sits in one of the two chairs opposite him, facing Leila squarely. He tak
Why is he being so stubborn?Why won’t he just let her go?She understands that he wants to fulfil the prophecy but she doesn’t, she doesn’t care.The prophecy may be important to him but not to her. She doesn’t want to be used as a tool in his hands again. In his own words he said it was selfish of him to ever marry her because he had feelings for her but all he did was use her as a placeholder Luna for the years that Carmela was absent and now that he knows they are mates and she is the real phoenix Luna, he wants to use her to fulfil the prophecy, selfishly again.If he really cares about her as he claims, he will consider her feelings in all of this, her decision and choices would matter to him but he is just the same person that he was in the past, putting everything first before her feelings and desires.Who is she even flattering? He doesn’t care one bit for her feelings and desires, only his and his pack, that’s all he ever cares about.Days pass and Leila finds her frustrat
Amara turns and faces Leila, putting a soft kiss on her forehead. When Mama is feeling happy, she is happy, when mama is feeling sad, she is sad and she doesn’t want mama to be sad. The aura around her grows even stronger as Leila squeezes her tighter. The presence of the aura means Amara’s magic, Leila knows that much but what she doesn’t know is that Amara’s magic is just like Antonio’s, exactly like Antonio’s, they deal with feelings and emotions of the mind, contorting it to their good and bad use at will. Antonio uses fear as an emotion to gain control of the minds of people, using that fear to torment his enemies and punish his offenders but Amara feels her mother’s sadness and without knowing it, because her wish is for her mother to be happy, she is sapping away the cause of her mother’s sadness, one bad memory at a time. Leila plants a kiss of her own on Amara’s head, feeling grateful that in times like this, she has her child to find comfort in. Amara may be young but s