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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
“Again!” Trent yells at the warriors training with Tatum who Tatum had just put to the ground.Tatum is on his knees, one knee on the floor, the other bent with his elbows resting on it as he pants exhaustedly.His shirtless body is dripping with sweat, mixed with his blood oozing out of the whip marks on his back and the side of his torso.“What are you waiting for?!” Trent yells, trashing the whip and landing it on Tatum’s back. “So you think that rebel, Alpha Leo will give you time? Pathetic,” he spits out with venom.As the silver tip of the whip cuts into Tatum’s back and tears his skin on the way out, it sears him with pain but he barely reacts to it, only looking at Trent with a deadly look in his eyes, his teeth clenched.No matter how much pain he has to endure, he will never break before this ceremonial Alpha.He folds his fists together and smiles maniacally at Trent, blood covering his entire dentition. “You need to hit harder, old man. You’re an Alpha now but you seem to
Leila stares at her phone for the umpteenth time, feeling very worried. She has a lot on her mind but chief of them is that Tatum hasn’t replied to her messages in days and she cannot reach him via phone call.They’ve been at the Northstar pack for over a week now and it was only the first two days that she was able to communicate with him.Tatum mentioned that Trent had given her three days to return or she will be banished and she has been here for days more than that. After the incident at the training for the competition, she couldn’t just leave the next day, Amara needed her but now, she’s worried something might have happened to Tatum because of her absence to show up during the stipulated time window.She sighs and decides to go see Jenny to talk about it. Jenny can look after Amara and also keep her out of trouble. She needs to go and help Tatum no matter what.His position is their only true security.She steps out of the room given to them in the pack house to go to Jenny’
“My daughter!” The sound of the head warrior’s yell as he rushes towards the scene jolts Leila to the harsh reality of what Amara just did. It’s not just that she used her powers in public, breaking a rule that had been given to her but she also used it to hurt someone. Athena flew yards into the air, if anything happens to her, Amara could be in real trouble because of it. “She’s not breathing! Help, somebody do something!” The head warrior yells, clutching Athena to his chest, blood oozing from the corner of the limp girl’s head. Leila rushes towards them as fear of the worst grips her. She ignores Amara who stands there with a blank expression, her face staring at Athena and her father and she tries to hold Athena but the head warrior shoves her away. “Don’t touch my daughter, your child did this, she is evil,” the man spits out with venom, casting a cold look at Amara. “Why?” Leila immediately turns to Amara, holding back the bitter words she wanted to reply to the man with
Leila looks at Amara who is fast asleep beside her in the middle of the night unable to sleep herself. Aside from the fact that she naturally finds it hard to sleep in a new environment for a few days, her heart is heavy. Tatum didn’t argue with her concerning returning to the pack in a few days but her daughter and her have never been separated for more than a day and she will have to leave her, perhaps for weeks or even months, depending on how long it takes for them to get Tatum back his position of Alpha. She runs her hand slowly through Amara’s hair, her eyes welling in tears as she kisses her daughter’s hair, taking a good whiff, a strong sense of anguish filling her for the decision she has to make, even though deep down in her heart she doesn’t want to leave Amara but it’s the only way to keep her safe. Aside from the anonymous letter that they got asking them to protect Amara, she also cannot shake a feeling deep in her heart that Antonio is doing all of this because he wan
“Welcome to the North Star Pack Leila, I am Alpha Caden,” Alpha Caden says to Leila before opening his arms and squeezing her in a hug. “And you must be Amara,” he smiles, breaking the hug and bends to pick Amara up in his arms, tugging her chin as he chuckles. “Thank you for having us,” Leila replies to Caden, hiding her surprise in her tone. Caden is not like anything she imagined or like most Alphas she knew who were either lean with muscle or bulky with the same. He looked very different, tall and robust with a stomach that could pass for a pregnant woman’s bulge but he has a warm aura to him and his sandy blonde hair has been twisted into short locks. “Thank you?” Caden suddenly frowns at Leila, making her wonder if she said something wrong. “Family does not thank one another. I find that offensive, Leila, you must apologize,” his tone softens and his frown morphs into a smirk. Leila smiles back to him, amused by his character. “I’m sorry Alpha Caden.” “Apology not accepted b
“I, Alpha Tatum Cromwell, under the all seeing eye of Selene, witnessed by the elders of the Council, renounce my position as the Alpha of the Blood Oak Pack.” He feels the rage of his wolf blending with his as he locks eyes with Trent who has a smug look on his face. Trent steps forward, joining Tatum in the middle of the circle. “Representing the elders, we witness your renouncement. Who do you name as your successor,” Trent’s face is flushed with a look of mockery that makes Zane boil even further. He should have had Trent sentenced to death instead but then he thought it would be quick mercy, he wanted him to suffer imprisonment for the rest of his life as a lesson for all his evil deeds but it seems that decision has come back to bite him in the ass. Zane frowns. “Not as my successor but as an interim ruler, I name—” he extends the claws of his left hand and slashes the wrist of his right hand. He looks slowly from the thick red liquid dripping from his wrist, making patter
“Alpha Tatum,” a tall bulky man dressed in a grey suit bows slightly to Tatum with two much smaller men dressed in similar styled suits walking behind him. They are at the annual werewolf trade fair. An event organized amongst allied packs to foster unity and commerce. Attending the event is the perfect cover for Leila to get away with Amara just in case Antonio still has any men watching them. Tatum gives his hand a firm handshake. “It’s been ages, Curtis. The years have been kind to you.” “As they have been with you. Our Alpha sends his greetings. The North Star pack will forever be grateful to you for saving our Alpha’s life.” “He would have done the same for me,” Tatum pats the side of Curtis’ arm with a small grin that barely lasts a second before he pulls the big man to the side. Curtis is the Beta of Alpha Caden Miles, the Alpha of the North Star pack. Many years ago, during his Alpha training, that was when he met Caden and saved him from being lynched by a pack of rogues
“That bastard!” Tatum yells, punching a hole through the wall of his office, his heart beating fast, his entire aura swirling in visible rage. “Calm down,” Leila says, not feeling any sort of calmness herself and Tatum can sense it, which only pisses him off more. It’s like they can’t get a fucking break, things just keep going from one crisis to the next and it’s all because of one man who wields too much power, it’s beginning to get to his head. It is completely unheard of for an Alpha to name another person as an acting Alpha when he is still alive and more so, even if that was to happen, Theo, his beta would have been in a better position to receive that honor, not fucking Trent. He hisses, tapping frantically on his table, staring at the warning message they had received concerning Amara. This whole thing has Carmela written all over it and Antonio in his vileness would be more than willing to oblige her. Whoever sent them this warning must have found out something. He nee
“Leila! I can’t find the vegetables, are you sure we got everything down from the car?” Liana says from inside the pantry as she puts stuff they bought from the market away. “I’ll check,” Leila replies, ruffling Amara’s hair. “Nice Drawing baby,” she smiles at the drawing of a face that is half completed which makes it hard for her to know exactly who the child is drawing. With Antonio no longer in the pack, Selina has returned back to her coven with the promise to come back periodically for Amara’s training and with the uncertainty of unforeseen events, they also decided it was best to suspend the active training for now. It’s almost been a full month since Tatiana went missing and no one has heard a word from her. Tatum even risked a bold step, sending word to Antonio of her disappearance before he found out and has an excuse to do something sinister but he never got any response, as if Antonio is completely done with them and the pack for good. Sometimes it feels like a relief t