Ethan’s POV "Fuck!" I yelled and bolted to my feet. That didn't go as planned, at all! Now that I thought about it, I didn't have a plan and I hadn't expected her to react any other way. This was all messed up and it was only going to get worse, I could feel it already. I walked out of the room and the first person I met was Lowell, surprise jumped into his eyes and he asked, "You're done already? You fucked her so fast?" I grunted and shoved him out of the way, "Move." I snapped angrily and walked into the living room. The smell of the books in my study had become intoxicating and I needed a drink. I walked over to the portable bar and poured a whole glass of Whisky for myself. "Jeez, you look worse than you did earlier. Are you sure you can finish all that Whisky?" Lowell asked, his voice laced with concern. I didn't reply, I just downed the liquor until the burning sensation in my throat became unbearable, I hadn't even drank up to half of the glass. My eyes burned and
Layla’s POVNot even one suspicious or accusing finger was pointed at me. The whole plan had been executed to perfection and frankly, I had to thank the dead maid. If not for her, all this wouldn’t have worked out so well and maybe a few suspicious eyes might have been directed my way. Ethan was mine now, no obstacle whatsoever, even if one tended to come in along the way, I would clear it immediately. My father wasn’t happy about Ares’s death and a few times I caught him staring at me awkwardly, I knew I had to put up an act to convince him that I had nothing to do with it. “But why would she even want to kill him? Maybe she had an encounter with him in the past? A vendetta?” He kept lamenting. “Dad, you know it’s only her that could have answered that question,” I said. “He’s dead now, we have to look at the future.” “I can’t imagine how hurt my precious little one is.” He said sympathetically. Oh, you can not imagine how happy your precious little one is, Father, I thought t
Ethan’s POVHow could I even refuse such a thing?I wanted to though, the idea of a date with Layla didn’t appeal to me at all, but then I couldn’t refuse. My efforts to lie were in vain, silly of me to think I could even wriggle out of such a situation. Alpha Campbell, what a fucking crook! He had timed and cornered me, forcing me into a position where a yes would be the inevitable answer. They turned and left, Layla had a smile plastered on her face but I knew if I were to break this news to Ariah, she would have the opposite of the look on Layla’s face on hers. This whole situation had me feeling like a polygamist and I just stood and watched Layla and Alpha Campbell walk away. “You’ve got a lot on your laps, I see.” A voice behind me said over my shoulders and I almost jumped. “For fuck’s sake, Lowell, don’t creep up on me like that again!” I exclaimed. “Creep? I was here the whole time.” He said and I looked at him in surprise. “I guess I should tell the maids to get your be
Ariah’s POV This was what I had to do, or else, I’d run crazy very soon. It took me a long time to finally accept that I couldn’t be with Ethan despite the mate bond between us. It wasn’t just meant to be at all, we belonged to two very distant classes. Over the past two weeks, I had gotten a different view of him, he wasn’t just a king I once feared, he became my lover. But now, everything changed right before my eyes, when I looked at him, I didn’t see Ethan, I saw King Ethan. I knew Ethan’s feelings for me were genuine, but then I would be crazy to even try and make him place me first. He was a king, a ruler, and no matter the circumstances, his subjects came first. I would be foolish to get angry at him for putting his primary duty ahead of me, but at least I was justified for being jealous of the werewolf princess. She was going to have it all, Luna’s crown and Ethan, what more could she wish for?It's not like I wanted the position of the Luna of the pack, no, I didn’t, I di
Ethan’s POVThis is what it is. Anytime I held Ariah in my arms, a ravaging fire burned in me, I already knew where it was leading that night. I kissed her neck as my hands pulled down the zipper of the gown she wore. I picked her up with ease and we headed down the basement, I dropped her carefully on the bed and stared at her. Despite the lust in me I needed to ask her if she was also ready for it. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. She nodded and bit her lower lip, although I didn't think she did it on purpose, that drove me crazy and I slowly took off my shirt and unbuckled my trousers. At first, I was gentle with her, she seemed like a novice so I had to go slowly with her. It was the best and the most satisfying sex ever and we slept in each other's arms that night. The next morning, I heard a sound, like someone was calling my name from a distance but I couldn't quite catch whose voice it was. "Ethan!" The voice called again and my eyes opened immediately. There was a sh
Ethan’s POVThe drive to Layla's pack was a lonely, apathetic one, I found no vibe in it at all. This dinner date, I didn't care about it, it was just a procedure I had to undergo, for the sake of hundreds of lives. We arrived at the pack gates and the guards immediately parted the huge gates open when they saw that it was me. The chauffeur brought the car to a stop in front of the pack house and I got out and took in some of the cool, fresh night air. I walked to the front door and the guards there parted the way for me without any questions, just one of those various things that came with power. I walked in and two maids were already waiting for me. "Please follow us, we'll lead you to Alpha Campbell." One of them said, I frowned, Alpha Campbell? "I'm not here for Alpha Campbell, I'm here to pick up his daughter," I said flatly. They both exchanged surprised glances and the speaker said, "The Alpha insists that you meet with him first over a drink on the patio." "Fuck this."
Ariah’s POV The day seemed to be drawing closer and so did the end of the road for Ethan and me.I couldn't just be convinced that Ethan would find time for me when he was with Layla, she didn't even like me to start with. I imagined a scenario where the three of us would clash and she would discover the relationship between Ethan and me. I wasn't ready for the drama that would follow and although I told myself that I would try to abstain from Ethan, I knew it would be very difficult. It might even prove to be impossible with the way my feelings kept developing each fucking day. When Ethan left me with Lowell, the first thing Lowell did was look at me strangely. I caught his stare from the corner of my eyes and slowly turned to look at him, thinking he would avert his eyes but he didn't. "Is anything the matter, Beta Lowell?" I asked shyly. "Kind of, I've been meaning to ask how you felt about the whole thing?" He replied bluntly. "You know, Ethan and Layla coming together when h
Ethan’s POVI felt so uncomfortable with her steady gaze on the side of my face.I wanted to turn various times and address her, but I just let her be. "So, where do you want to go?" I asked after we left the pack and had been driving for almost thirty minutes. I didn't let my chauffeur drive this time, I drove the car and Layla sat next to me with a constant smile plastered on her face. "I have a place in mind, it's a fancy restaurant." She replied. "I think you would know it too." I shook my head, "I doubt I will, I eat at home, I do not go out that often so I do not know a lot of places." I replied flatly. "That's a shame, you only go for business meetings and all that right?" She asked, her voice and eyes filled with admiration. "Well, you can say that I do not have much to do outside my pack except on occasions like this," I replied and saw her face drop from the corner of my eyes. "What is it?" I asked. "Disappointed already?" She suddenly laughed, driving me into confu