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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
The following day, Leila makes up her mind to go and see Tatum about the subpoena and she mindlinks him. ‘I need to see you.’ ‘I’m busy.’ ‘It's not about the divorce, I promise,’ she says, frowning, knowing he is just avoiding her as usual. Tatum says silent for a while. ‘Fine, I’m at home, the one opposite you.’ When Leila steps into Tatum’s house, the one as big with as many rooms as hers, it is scarcely furnished, just a single couch in the living room, no TV, no rugs, no portraits, nothing but a pleasant smell hangs in the air. It is quite obvious he only comes here because of her. “Tatum!” She yells and her voice echoes through the empty space. “Kitchen,” comes his reply. He’s cooking? Since when did he learn how to cook? That day with Amara, he thought he was just messing around for Amara’s sake. Well, five years is a long time to learn anything. Tatum doesn’t turn back or stop his stirring when she steps in, he is shirtless and the ridges and contours of his muscular
“Luna,” the guard guarding Trent in prison, bows to Leila as he opens the cell door for her. “Thank you,” Leila replies, peeking into the dark cell before turning back to the guard, “leave us.”The guard bows and makes his exit and Leila steps into the cell and flicks the light on to see Trent clearly.He is hanging from two adjustable rods welded into the ceiling with the silver cuffs around his wrist fastened to the rods to suspend him from the floor. The rods are adjusted in such a way that he is not suspended too far from the floor and his toes can graze the floor below if he stretches downwards to get some respite from hanging but that will only tighten the hold of the silver around his wrist causing him even more pain and below him is not the concrete floor but a large basin of wolfsbane so whether he continues to hang or tries to drop, torture awaits him.“Ahh…I was wondering when you would come to gloat,” Trent says with his head bent down, unable to lift it up to look at Le
Later that evening, after deciding on the date and time to execute Trent, Leila goes to visit her mother and is surprised to see an even larger crowd than the one that gathered at the packhouse outside her mother’s house. She steps out of her car and immediately she is approached by a group. “What’s going on?” She asks, scanning the crowd and seeing her mother in the middle with tears falling from her eyes. Leila’s heart immediately races, fearing the worst. She dashes towards the crowd, not waiting for a reply to her initial question, ignoring the greetings of people until she gets to her mother. “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Her mom sweeps her into a tight hug, sobbing hard, “thank you Leila, thank you.” The tension in Leila’s heart deflates but the confusion in it lingers even though she hugs her mom back. “We are so happy that the truth came out Luna. For so long, many believed the lies of that traitor Trent that your mother killed your father, we can’t imagine how ha
Leila’s men drag Trent out of the house, two of them holding him tight. Another one immediately lodges two syringes full of wolfsbane into his neck, both to weaken him and to stop him from mindlinking anyone. The fourth one opens the car door but one of them holding Trent frowns, “we should parade him round the pack before throwing his ass in jail.” “Sounds like a good idea to me,” the other replies, slamming handcuffs on Trent’s hand behind his back before he kicks him down. “You imbeciles, you’ll pay for this,” Trent says, groaning in pain, the wolfsbane having immediate effect on him. “Shut up,” one of the men throws a hard fist at Trent's face and splits his lip open and blood gushes. Another one yanks Trent up by his collar and gives him a cold stare, “if anyone is going to pay for anything, it’s you who will pay for your crimes,” he drives his fist into Trent’s torso making Trent squirm in pain before pushing him forward, leading away from the old Alpha house. A crowd start
“How is this possible?” Trent asks in shock, unwilling to believe what his eyes just witnessed. Adaline has been laying in a pool of her own blood with wounds all over. How is she fucking healed? And Darren has him pinned to the floor. Did he suddenly recover from his illness? He looks sharply at Leila, getting a thought as the blue aura emanating from her slowly starts to dim. Is she the one behind this? Does she have some kind of healing power? “Are you okay, Father?” Leila asks Darren, slowly walking towards him, her heart full of relief and gratitude. She has no idea what happened or why that powerful aura burst forth from her but something tells her that it has something to do with Trent’s recovery. “Never been better,” Darren applies more pressure to keeping Trent in place, “I think whatever happened with you just now healed me, I feel so young and strong.” Leila blinks and tears roll down the corner of her eyes. She immediately mindlinks some of her trusted warriors and fo
“No…” Trent’s voice is filled with terror upon seeing Leila, “you shouldn’t be here, you should be dead.” Leila sneers at him, “you think you’re one step ahead of me with your plotting and scheming to have me sent to the palace so you could get rid of me but the problem with being a step ahead is that you leave steps behind and you never know what’s going on behind you.” “Bullshit!” Trent growls, his eyes red and full of murderous intent as he stares at Leila. “You made a very foolish decision coming back here, your plan should have included you running for your dear life just like your cowardly husband because now I’m going to kill you myself, then I’ll kill this old fool and his wife. Nothing will stop me from my destiny.” Leila grinds her teeth, feeling so much anger inside of her from Trent’s words but she manages to keep the anger away from her eyes and her voice becomes sullen like someone riddled with fear from Trent’s threat. “Why? Why are you doing all of this?” She backs
Trent quickly tries to move out of the way but he’s not fast enough and her claws tear into his cheek, making him yell in pain. She’s been behind the door the whole time listening to the conversation between him and her husband and the more Trent revealed the depth and treachery of his schemes, the more she hated herself. She was Carmela’s number one supporter. All those things she did to Leila, all the many times that she made the poor girl’s life hell, it was because of this man and his evil deeds. “You bastard,” Adaline growls, charging at him again, taking another swipe at his face but this time, Trent blocks her attack and shoves her back. He wipes the speck of blood on his already healing face and rubs it on his finger. “I’d ask your husband to put you under control but seeing as he is not fit to carry out his manly duties, I’ll do it myself.” He throws a punch at Adaline but she ducks underneath it and kicks the back of his leg, making him stagger forward. “You don’t dese
Darren already knows this so it does not come as much of a surprise to him but he never thought Trent would openly admit his atrocity, which makes him gaze at Trent with a bit of surprise in his eyes. Trent scoffs, reading the look on Darren’s face and he smirks. “I’ll admit that I had a little bit of luck with the drunk old witch, finding out what the phoenix mark was going to look like from the prophecy before anyone else. After consulting with my own witch, it wasn’t hard to discover who was most likely to be the real phoenix Luna. Imagine my anger when I found out it could be Henry’s daughter. I was livid. “I wanted to wipe out the entire family that day when I killed him but he wounded my wolf before I could take his life. Leila wasn’t even there and I was too weak to take out his wife but I figured I’d spare them and let his family watch as I stole their destiny, just like he stole mine. All I had to do was put the beautiful mark on my daughter and present her to you all. Oh,
Trent watches from a distance as Leila’s car drives out of the pack and he picks up his phone and dials a number. “She’s enroute, make it look like an accident.” He ends the call and licks his lips, still staring as the car becomes as tiny as a dot in the distance and an evil smirk adorns his lips. It’s time to take what should have belonged to him all these years. “Take me to the old Alpha’s house,” he instructs his driver, cracking his knuckles and his neck like a fighter getting ready for some action. “How art the mighty fallen,” Trent mocks Darren who is lying in bed, shivering and covered with two thick blankets, his eyes pale and as red as blood and he can even barely keep them open. “The once great Alpha Darren the ruthless,” he shakes his head pitifully, “look at how pathetic you have become. This is what you get from deciding to surround yourself with weaklings!” He yanks the top blanket of Darren’s body. “No Trent, stop…” Darren weakly reaches out to grab the blanket b
“Darren told me the king summoned you?” Adaline sobs, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Leila squints at her, confused at why she’s crying. “Yes,I’ll be leaving at dawn. Is everything okay?” “Yeah…” Adaline sniffs, “I just wanted to thank you Leila, for everything. Since you became Luna, even if it’s only been a short while, the pack has prospered.” Leila keeps the look on her face blank. She’s always put her best into being Luna no matter what and made sure things progressed. She can even say she did more back then when everyone treated her terribly than she is doing right now. It only seems like a lot because she is wrestling with an opposing tyrannical power and this time, instead of seeing her as an usurper, the people are seeing her as a Saviour. “We all have duties we have to carry out, you don’t have to thank me for doing what I have to do,” Leila replies, glancing through the mess of things she has scattered on her bed. Her mind is continually hassled by what th