Chapter hundred thirty-five

Layla’s POV

The bitch!

I bit my lower lip hard as I stared at them kissing. My entire body was burning with anger and jealousy and what was worse was that I knew she had done it on purpose. Our eyes had met before the kiss. It was all her plan to get Ethan back on her side fully.

I was pretty shaken by the confrontation I had with Ariah earlier. No one talked back at me like that, especially not a fucking slave from a werewolf pack! It got me so agitated and furious, but her words also stuck in my head. What gave her such confidence and why did her words carry so much weight and power? Ariah was starting to become a figure to contend with here, what had the wild done to her?

I backed away slowly, the kiss didn’t seem to end and walked away silently. My fists were clenched tightly and my chest felt heavy. I wanted to smack the shit out of her and I was determined to make her life more of a living hell than I had the first time, but then I had my problems to handle. First, there wa