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“Kitten, what are you doing here? These are dangerous parts, I saw your car leaving your house and decided to follow you,” Antonio says, walking over and circling her, taking a protective stance in front of the cabin. Leila squints at him, wondering if she can trust him with the truth. If he saw her leave the house, he should have caught up with her on his power bike and she would have noticed a bike following her, especially on the tiny bush path. “I was told about this property, wanted to come see if I could buy it, to get some quiet away from the bustling city sometimes,” Leila replies, forcing a smile, a strong unease grating at her heart. “Well, since I’m the king and technically everything is mine, you can have the Cabin,” Antonio replies with a small smile, “come back some other time with a construction team to decide how you want a new cabin built, this old contraption is falling apart.” “Thank you,” Leila replies, “but if I can just see what it looks like inside right now.
Leila’s heart thuds nervously as her car pulls up to the entrance of the Long Canine restaurant, one of the busiest places in the heart of the pack. It is the sort of place she least expected Tatum to set up a meeting with her but that is the least of her concerns right now. She cannot get rid of the fear and worry that has her heart in a frenzy, she feels like she is being watched and there’s this sense of foreboding that has refused to leave her mind, like a sixth sense telling her something really bad is about to happen. She cannot put a finger on when or to whom but Amara is her greatest priority and she must keep her safe at all costs. She heaves a deep sigh as she steps out the car, wondering how Tatum would react when she breaks the news to him. Will he be mad at her? Happy about it or really upset? And now that he has moved on from trying to get back with her, will he still want to be a part of Amara’s life? A part of her life? Or does she just abandon this whole thing and
Leila’s eyes widen and then squint, both times in shock. If she wasn’t sure about Amara’s paternity, she would almost be convinced he’s telling the truth from the conviction in his voice but how is it possible that he ran DNA tests and they came back negative? “What are you talking about, she’s yours?” Leila replies, recovering from her shock, a storm of different emotions coursing through her. Amara needs to be protected at all costs and she cannot do so without Tatum. Without his help, she does not stand a chance. “Oh please Leila, what exactly is it you want from me or is it me you want? Are you so desperate now that you see me moving on that you want to use your child as bait to hook me, have you completely lost every sense of dignity you have, if you had any in the first place,” Tatum says with a nasty eye roll, his words full of spite and scorn. They slash Leila’s heart with pain and her mouth falls open in shock, her head suddenly throbs in pain as her mind wobbles in confus
Tatum storms out of the restaurant with a tight and painful knot in the chest. Even if he feels a bit of gladness that Leila finally came clean to him about Amara’s identity, it hurts him that it had to be out of fear and not the way he imagined it at all. What’s worse is that he has to keep her at arm’s length, treat her like an ex he no longer has need of when she is the only thing he needs. Seeing her sitting there, crying and pleading for his help crushed his soul and if he stayed any longer, it would have forced him to break character and tell her everything. He cannot tell her anything, nothing that he is up to anyway. If Amara is in danger, he will look for a way to protect his daughter no matter what but as for Leila, he cannot directly warn her about Antonio’s plans. Antonio has spies all over the pack, it is the reason he chose an open place for them to meet for the travelling eyes and ears to see and hear. He doesn’t know how close Leila is getting with Antonio or how m
Leila could not sleep all night, tossing and turning in bed with a heart full of regret. If she wasn’t so stubborn and filled with so much hate for Tatum, she would have heeded his warnings about Antonio and now she has literally given the devil access into her life. She has to find a way to keep away from him, he is deadly and dangerous and it is obvious that Tatum knows something that he is hiding from her which must be why he is pushing her away and denying his parentship of Amara but this relationship with Tatiana, what does it have to do with everything. All she can do now is trust Tatum, she has to, it is her only choice, he is the only hope she has if she will get away from Antonio but she also has to be careful not to piss Antonio off with a sudden change in attitude. She cannot offend him now, even Tatum seems pretty cautious about that, the man is powerful but he must have a weakness, everyone does. Perhaps she should work with Tatum to figure it out together, alone they
Standing outside the main pack hall, hearing music play loudly from inside and seeing people troop in and out, Leila’s heart thuds slowly, she takes a look at herself in the mirror doors and wonders if she should have honoured the invitation. Lately, she doesn’t let Amara out of her sight, she was supposed to go enrol her in school but she is having her home schooled instead. Her fear grows everyday and she has to ultimately do something about it. The only reason she feels a little comfortable being here is because of the six warriors always on standby outside Tatum’s house which is opposite hers. She doesn’t need anyone to tell her that they are there to guard her house and not his and the gesture fills her heart with a bit of warmth. Lately, she finds herself thinking about him, wondering what is going on in his head, if he is ever going to tell her, let her in on his plan but she tries not to worry about it and just trusts him. That is what she has to do, it’s really the only th
“Hi….” Leila says awkwardly, with a lump squeezing down her throat, putting some distance between them as she puts her back against her car, immediately realising it was the wrong move as Antonio traps her with his two hands beside her and on top of the car while he towers above her, his face barely inches away from hers. Leila can feel her wolf reacting to his presence due to the effect of the matebond but that deep excitement is not there. It is more like her body craves him but her heart wants the complete opposite, to be as far away from him as possible. “You look absolutely sexy in this white dress,” Antonio whispers seductively, his eyes hooded with lust as he looks at her from head to toe and he softly smacks his lips before smirking at her. “Th– Thank you,” Leila replies, forcing a smile as she tries to calm her racing heart from giving him the wrong impression. Her heart is not racing out of desire or excitement about the close proximity of their bodies, it is out of fear
Leila puts a hand to her chest, letting go of a breath she had been holding as Antonio walks away from her, leaving his threat in the air. He may not have shown it excessively but he is definitely not pleased with her and what price would he make her pay? She sighs deeply, palming her face and shaking her head. Why is all of these happening to her? Why did the goddess even choose to make the Lycan king her second chance mate? Do they have any prophecy tying them together like her and Tatum? Will he even allow her to reject him? She just feels so confused on what to do at this point. Antonio said he has been seeing her for years in his dream, way before he met her that night. He introduced himself as her second chance mate on the very first day they met and even if she did not believe him because of how absurd it sounded, it proved to be true when she rejected Tatum. It is rumoured that he came to the pack for Tatum and Carmela’s wedding and is a guest of the pack, not that he n
“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 a
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