Ariah’s POVWe got into his car and he pulled out of the driveway, the car behind us did too."Who's behind us?" I asked. "I told you we weren't going alone." He replied. "It's a single-car convoy, do you feel a bit safer now?" He asked and I nodded. "Yes, that was thoughtful of you." I said. "Don't get funny ideas, you aren't that special to me. Maybe to Ethan, but not to me, I would have gone with that convoy even in your absence." He said flatly. "You didn't have to rub it in so harshly, you know." I remarked, grimacing at him. "Jeez, he was nicer when we first met, then he became an asshole when I became Ethan's property." I muttered under my breath and looked the other way. "What was that?" He asked. "Nothing." I said, pouting out of the window. "I'm sure I heard something, Ariah, I don't mind dropping you right here, right now." He warned, but there was a humorous note to it that told me he was kidding. We had already left the pack and were currently driving literally in the
Ethan's POV “Let’s call it a night, Layla,” I said as I dropped the knife and fork in my hands, then wiped my lips with a napkin. She looked at me silently, her eyes wide and it was obvious that she wanted something. I sighed within myself and decided to find out what this was about. “What’s the matter?” I asked, staring at her with inquisitive eyes.It was difficult for me to show care to another woman who wasn’t Ariah. Even now, as I looked at Layla's gloomy face, I couldn’t force a caring look into my eyes. “It’s barely nine pm and you’re leaving already?” She asked.I nodded, “I have to, Remember I have a trip to embark on tomorrow so I have to get up early.” I replied. “You can come up later, I’ll be in the shower.” She rolled her eyes, “And who says we can’t be in the same room and at the same time, even when one or both of us are naked?” She asked. I stared at her blankly, “Well…I don’t know, it just feels a little awkward to me.” I replied bluntly and rose to my feet.S
Layla’s POV I stared out of the window of the bedroom, watching Ethan leave.The farther he was away from me, the more a sickening feeling engulfed me and made my insides curl. There was always a voice ringing in my head and saying, “You’re losing him, Layla, you’re losing him fast.”Losing him? I couldn’t lose Ethan, how could I lose something I didn’t even have? It was frustrating knowing he loved someone else and there was a chance that person might just be in the same house with us. By now, my shrewd brain was already plotting different ways to kill Ariah, but none of them provided me with a concrete alibi. If I wanted to kill Ariah here, there was no way I could succeed without having a few accusing and suspicious fingers pointing at me. “Oh, my fucking goodness! This is so annoying! I wish I could just strangle her with my bare hands!” I exclaimed aloud as I dropped on the bed. Oh, how I would have loved to wring that little neck of her and just snap it! I felt a heat risin
Ariah’s POV The door of the vast, luxurious bedroom Lowell had placed me in swung open and Ethan walked in alongside him. “There you go, your bedroom,” Lowell said and quickly closed the door behind him. “At least this should keep out those peasants from trying to get close to you. Next time wear a fucking mask, Ethan.”Ethan grinned as he surveyed the room, “I don’t have a mask, Lowell, you know that.” “Then I’d fucking get one for you!” Lowell exclaimed and walked over to the little bar in the corner of the room. “Want some Vodka? You must be exhausted from your trip.”Ethan nodded as his eyes fell on me and his smile broadened, I returned his smile. My whole body had been aching to see him again, throughout the night, all I thought about was Ethan and he was finally here. Lowell handed a glass of Vodka to him and me, he handed me a glass of orange juice and I stared at him questioningly. “Orange juice?” I asked and he nodded. “Yes, you do not need to be drinking Vodka at yo
Ethan’s POV I dreaded the meeting we were supposed to attend in less than two hours. As I ran the shower over my body, my thoughts wandered off, it was becoming a frequent occurrence for me to be lost in my thoughts. Layla had to be my Luna for as long as there were threats of war, but what if everything completely died down? Then this union between us wouldn’t have to exist, right?But then, there was something about Layla that made me unsure of myself sometimes and I didn’t like it. She had this confidence accustomed to someone who knew what she wanted and how to get it. But this time it wasn’t just any materialistic thing or something money could buy, it was me and yet she still carried that confidence. That made me wonder what she was up to, but then, could you ever know what a woman was thinking? Even as I walked into the bedroom again with a towel around my waist and another on my neck, she was staring out of the huge windows that gave a magnificent view of the city below.
Ariah’s POVWhen I woke up again, he was gone, there was no sign of Ethan and I had been locked in as he said I would be.Honestly, I don’t know why I switched on him like that, it was like the root of sadness had just been planted in my heart and all I wanted to hear were the good things I wanted. But then those good things were things I couldn’t get and Ethan wasn’t one that’d lie to me. I really didn’t want to go back to the pack, not yet, Layla was still there. Oh how I wished she could just disappear, how I wished everyone else who always gave me an awkward stare in the pack could just disappear. If it was just Ethan and I left, I wouldn’t mind, in fact, that was my definition of a perfect world. Two long, tiring and boring hours dragged by and I was thankful when I heard the sound of the key being slotted into the keyhole and the door handle turning, finally he was back. Although I really wanted to run into his arms at that moment, I kept my cool and just watched him walk in
Layla’s POVI had to have a moment with Ariah, that was the only way I could break her down emotionally. The more I thought about it, the more it became clearer that I had met her in the past. Ariah belonged to a werewolf pack, Ariah was a werewolf, there was no doubt about that in my mind again. It was a classic tale, a werewolf living as a commoner in a Lycan pack, that was bound to stir up a controversy and that was exactly what I wanted to do. If I exposed her true identity, the chances of her surviving another day here were very slim and I regaled in that thought. But then, I couldn’t just tell Ethan so bluntly, he would never believe me. I needed her away from Ethan and the only way I could do that was by getting into her head. Ethan came back the next day, but after Ariah and Lowell did. She walked into the house with him by her side and bowed to me as I sat in the living room with a glass of champagne. As she was about to walk away, I stopped her. “Hold on, Ariah,” I sa
Ariah’s POVThe next few days after our return to the pack went pretty smoothly, Ethan spent a lot of time with me but I felt like the more time we spent together, the more danger I was in.I became very cautious of Layla, from Lowell I had a little background information about her, and from the way she treated everyone who wasn’t Ethan or Lowell here, I also got to know more about her cruel attitude. I became a little scared of her when Ethan wasn’t around, the whole pack was in danger, and Layla was like a tyrant, she was brutal and merciless in the way she exercised her power. I couldn’t avoid her for long though, she was on to me and what I didn’t realize was how close she was. The night after we had returned from that business trip, I was in the garden, alone. Ethan was supposed to meet me when he was done with what he was doing, but then I had another unwanted visitor. I saw a figure approaching and my eyes started to gleam with excitement but instead of seeing Ethan, my eyes f