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“What?” Leila asks, her eyes going thin in shock as she drops her feet from the bed, the sound of her heart thrumming reaching her ears. Tristan is her only solid evidence against Carmela, how did he end up dead? She kept him safe. Kelvin sighs, putting his hands against his forehead and he looks down before looking back at Leila. “I don’t know exactly how it happened but when I got there, he was without his head or any of his limbs, someone cut them off and considering he’s a fugitive, I couldn’t call or alert the warriors of the incident, I had to bury him at the base of the tree myself.” The horror of Kelvin’s gruesome description of Tristan’s death makes Leila’s heart sink. Tristan did say that his life is in danger, that the Lycan king is after him but there is no way Antonio would have found him, that treehouse has existed for years and has never been discovered by anyone, there are only two people who know about it asides from Tristan, her and Kelvin. She looks at him sharp
Leila did not think that Kelvin meant it when he said he won’t be in touch but apparently, he did. It’s probably the first time they are having a fight and she feels bad about it and about suspecting Tatiana at all. She did not know that healing Amara came at such a cost for Tatiana, Kelvin must have kept it a secret not to bother her and Tatiana on subsequent visits never acted bitter or showed any resentment for it and it only makes her feel worse about what she insinuated. She was only trying to point out the obvious but clearly, she overstepped and she regrets it. Kelvin is right, Tatiana is his woman, she is family, she will be on their side, she had no reason to doubt her but is that reason enough for Kelvin to just completely ignore her since that day? He won’t take her calls, won’t reply her texts, she even went to his house and apparently he moved to a new apartment a few weeks before they had their fallout and he did not even inform her. It’s the first day of the hearing
Leila walks away the moment Tatum walks up to them, completely ignoring him. It is the first time she is seeing him since the rejection became complete and the matebond completely severed but she still feels uncomfortable being in his presence. She cannot feel her wolf yearning but something about being close to him still pulls her. Despite her anger towards him, despite her hatred, Tatum seems to still have an effect on her and she doesn’t want to deal with him right now, not with everything that she is going through. “Let me help you Leila,” Tatum calls after her but she keeps walking ahead. He runs up to her and pulls her back by her arm, putting some distance between them when she scowls at him. “I don’t need your help, I don’t need anything from you Tatum. I’ll bring the divorce papers to you and we’ll call it a lifetime between us, just, fuck you Tatum,” Leila says, her eyes brimming with tears as painful sorrow washes over her. He is the architect of all her problems. Eve
“Good job Bass, keep me posted on how it goes.” Kelvin ends the call with Bass and stares at his phone with a confused expression on his face after Bass fills him in on the outcome of the day’s event. He grits his teeth and scrolls through his recent call logs, staring at Leila’s number. She has given him quite a number of missed calls and texts in the last few days but he doesn’t want to talk to her, not right now. It hurts a lot that she would even doubt him or Tatiana when he would never doubt her. He still has to help her but he can help without being in her presence, perhaps when this tightness in his chest begins to loosen up, he’ll show his face to her again and also apologise for ignoring her. Now is not just a good time. Tatiana steps out of the shower naked, towelling her hair, her boobs jiggling from the movement of her arms and Kelvin smiles at it, smiles at her, unable to believe that a goddess like her is his, to love, to hold, to cherish and to fuck. He tosses his
“Brother, what are you doing here?” Tatiana asks in a frenzy, shock and fear clear in her demeanour and Kelvin looks from her to the stranger, his heartbreak only compounding. Tatiana only mentioned sisters, she said she was an orphan and her sisters were the witches of her coven, some of whom he has met, invited into his home, wined, dined, shared jokes, laughed and had meaningful and thoughtful conversations with. How much more lies has she told him, does she even really love him or has he just been a fool? “We haven’t been officially introduced, I’m Antonio,” Antonio keeps his attention on Kelvin, completely ignoring Tatiana who flicks a dress on to cover herself, “but many call me the Lycan King.” Immediately the words leave Antonio’s lips, Kelvin feels a strong, lethal aura bearing down on him and never in his life has his wolf had a stronger urge to yield to the aura of an Alpha and he bows, shock and realisation hitting him at the same time and he looks sharply at Tatiana wh
Riding in Tatum’s car back to her house, Leila steals a glance at Tatum who has his eyes fixed on the road. It's a big risk trusting him, considering the past but something deep inside her tells her it’s okay to trust him.His testimony as the Alpha of the pack will hold weight and could easily sway the judge to favour them even if it cannot be proven, that is the real advantage he provides but she will feel much better if Kelvin was also here to help.She should never have said those words to him. What got into her? He only just found love after so many years and she unintentionally tried to sow doubt in his heart about his lover, she probably deserves this treatment he is giving to her.She takes out her phone to call, he doesn't take his calls, she tries to mindlink him but he cannot be reached. She sighs defeatedly, becoming worried about the midlink unable to reach him, he was previously only blocking her. Did he leave the pack again?“Alright,” Tatum says, pulling the car to t
Leila turns to look at the big wall clock hanging at the entrance of the courtroom with her heart racing. It’s the day of the trial and the opening statements have already been made by both parties. They are supposed to call Tatum on the stands now to give his testimony but he hasn’t returned yet from wherever he went to search for Kelvin. They spoke last night on the phone and he promised to be here early but she cannot even reach him now, not even through the mindlink. “Your honour, if the prosecution does not have a witness to present as they claim, you should save us all the trouble. Their accusation was baseless from the start, a waste of time. I implore the court to kick this case out,” Donald stands up and says with a confident smirk on his face. “If your witness is not here in the next ten minutes, you will leave me no choice, Barrister Bass,” Judge Ruth says calmly but her words create a storm of horror in Leila. She shakes her leg in trepidation, fiddling with her finger
Leila patiently waits at home for hours, hoping to hear something from Tatum concerning Kelvin’s whereabouts or to just hear anything from him at all. She did not know that he was also close to Tatiana, they certainly seemed close from the way he had his hands over her shoulders, their bodies close together from the time they left the courtroom to Tatum’s car outside, he even held the car door open for her. She scoffs internally. She’s not jealous, it’s just that Kelvin loves Tatiana deeply and it would crush his heart if Tatiana is somehow playing games with him and why did it never even occur to her to ask Tatiana of Kelvin’s whereabouts? She just assumed they would be together but apparently they are not, Tatiana is with another man. She should pay Tatiana a visit and find out what she knows about Kelvin’s whereabouts if that is the case. Tatum’s smell hangs heavy in the air as Leila walks through the corridor of doors to find Tatiana’s apartment from the address Bass gave to
“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