Lyla POV:I had successfully dodged the twins up till now. No thanks to Alana, though. It was as if the she-devil was adamant about having us cross paths. I didn't understand this girl at times. On one side, in the beginning, she hated when her friends were with her brothers, and now she's like team Lyla and the twins—maybe being cooped up in the castle for so long until now had done a number on her. I chuckled at the thought but pushed it away. I had other things to worry about, such as my dwindling grades. I would rather have overdue assignments than the current C's I was harbouring in four of my seven classes. But worse was that even though I was passing the academic portion, I wasn't sure if I was passing the warrior training portion. I hardly showed up to class, and on top of that, I didn't have my wolf, which meant I was slower than the rest.I didn't even know my grade in the course because every time I decided I would ask either Cameron or Samuel, my mind became hazy, and all
Lyla POV:Crap! Crap! Just my freaking luck!After the sneaky little time the twins and I had in the closet back in the academic building, I had fallen asleep from the utter bliss coursing through my body at the time. What was great at the time, but I was paying the consequences for it now. Cameron and Samuel had dropped me off in my room in my sleepy state, leaving a note telling me I should be in class and on time. Otherwise, they would have to punish me. And to add to the note, they added a damn winky face at the end, which totally meant the punishment they were looking at would not be deemed ethically appropriate by the code of conduct of Maxwell Academy. Not that I was complaining but damn those two. They had to know I would never get to class on time. They just needed an excuse to be touchy-feely.However, that wasn't why I was running as fast as a hyena with my tongue practically hanging out my mouth. Those two dimbwits didn't even bother setting the alarm or waking me. Hell, e
Lyla POV:Four Days To Lyla's Birthday"L... L..." I heard a hushed whisper right next to me. In that moment, I couldn't be bothered. I was wrapped in a mental fog of utter bliss, reliving the electrifying encounter with the twins from last night. The way Cameron's muscular arms had held me captive, pinning me down, as Samuel devoured me—Goddess, every facet of them, from their lips to their touch, was sheer perfection. They were perfect."Lyla,"The voice hissed again, poking me, but I swatted the hand away. My mood was unbreakable, sacred even. I had only four more days of this euphoria to soak up; after that, the future was an abyss of unknowns. Four days… The words from last night echoed back to me, 'Four more days, we want it to be special.' Could they be waiting for my eighteenth birthday to fully claim me?My mind whirled at the thought. The academy was teeming with potential mates; what if I found mine here? If the twins and I crossed that final boundary on my birthday and my
Four Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:A deafening silence hung in the air, so dense it felt like we were all drowning in it. The tension was a palpable entity, as real and as terrifying as a predator stalking its prey. My brothers' faces were masks of disbelief transitioning into fury, and Jax's eyes were a tempest of disappointment and a deeper sadness I couldn't quite place. Cameron and Samuel remained inscrutable, their royal poise not betraying a sliver of emotion. Yet, I sensed a simmering tension under their composed façades.It was Lars who broke the silence, his voice icy and tight."Would you mind explaining what the hell is going on here?"The weight of the world seemed to press down on my shoulders, heavy and unforgiving. How could I even begin to explain the unexplainable? The emotional chaos, the magnetic pull I felt toward two men who had just walked into my life, and the friction it was causing with the family I had loved all my life?"I was just taking a walk," I star
Three Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:I blinked open my eyes, and it took a moment to realize that the canopy of leaves above me was not a ceiling, and the earthen floor under my feet was not carpet. I was in a forest, but not just any forest—it was ethereal, ancient, almost sacred. Towering trees stretched as far as the eye could see, their thick branches woven together like the intricate stitches of a grand tapestry. Ferns and wildflowers adorned the ground, their petals shimmering with the light that broke through the arboreal ceiling.But my eyes were immediately drawn past this natural grandeur to a structure that seemed both out of place and perfectly at home in these surroundings—a castle, grandiose and awe-inspiring. Unlike the werewolf castle I'd seen before, this one was the epitome of majesty, verging on divine. It stood tall, almost touching the sky, its spires glinting like golden arrows aimed at the heavens. Marble columns, intricate bas-reliefs, and gemstone-encrusted
Three Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:I jolted awake, my chest heaving like I'd run a marathon. A thin layer of sweat clung to my forehead as I scanned the room, trying to remind myself where I was. My bedroom, my sanctuary, yet it felt so foreign for a moment. The aftertaste of the dream—no, the nightmare—lingered, making it hard to distinguish reality from the haunting images that had filled my mind.Alana, who was busy studying at her desk, glanced up at me, worry etched into her features."Lyla, you okay? You look as if you've been through the wringer."I opened my mouth to respond but hesitated. How could I even begin to describe what I'd just experienced?"You ever have a dream so...vivid that you could swear it was real?"Alana placed her pen on the notebook, clearly sensing the urgency in my voice."No, not like you're describing. What happened? You're clearly shaken."With a sigh, I realized I couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. The dream was too vivid, too real, and it
Three Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:Alana's eyes still linger on me as I leave our room. I feel a peculiar weight on my shoulders like her gaze can unravel the confusion clouding my mind. But that's not possible, is it? People can't just look into your soul and understand you. And yet, as I walk down the hallway to my first class of the day, I can't shake off the feeling that Alana sensed my inner turmoil.The atmosphere in the classroom is its usual blend of apathy and low-key anxiety. Mr. Thompson is up at the front, scribbling something about cellular respiration on the board. As I sit down, my mind drifts away, and the board becomes a blur of meaningless lines and words.My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's a text from Cameron."Hey, how's it going? Wanna catch up later?"I hesitate. A week ago, I would've jumped at the chance to spend time with him. But now? Now everything's changed. There's a tight knot in my stomach that wasn't there before, an invisible wall that wasn't ther
Three Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:The dress I'm wearing tonight drapes gracefully over my figure, subtle yet captivating. I fasten the clasp of my silver necklace with a wolf pendant, a contrast to the opulence surrounding me. A flicker of uncertainty crosses my eyes. Tonight feels like a shifting point, but in what direction, I'm not sure.I shake off the unsettled feeling, picking up my clutch purse from the vanity. It's laced with gold trim that matches the room's decor, a blend of tasteful pastels and rich fabrics.Alana, lying on her bed, looks up from her book as I pass by. The silk sheets fold around her, enhancing her royal demeanour even in casual moments."You look stunning, Lyla.""Thanks, Alana," I answer, thankful for her words but catching the keen observation in her eyes.She sets her book aside, a slight frown on her face."Is everything alright? You seem...distracted.""I'm okay, just thinking about tonight," I reply, evading her questioning gaze.Alana looks at
Cameron POV:The night air was alive with a magical pulse as I guided Lyla, her eyes covered by a soft blindfold, through the serenely lit path of our palace garden. Her hand, delicate yet trusting, was clasped in mine, while Samuel walked beside us, his presence a comforting shadow in the moonlit night."We're nearly there, my heart," I whispered to Lyla.Feeling her anticipation mingling with ours. The path under our feet shifted from the crunch of gravel to the softness of lush grass, signaling our arrival at the heart of our surprise."Can I look now?"Lyla's voice quivered with excitement, her other hand reaching out, perhaps feeling the change in the atmosphere, the music that floated around us like a tender caress."Just a moment longer," I replied.My heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Samuel and I had planned this moment with painstaking care, wanting everything to be perfect for her. Guiding her to the center of the clearing, where the gazebo stood adorn
Cameron POV:It had been five months since the harrowing events in Vampriya, and life had settled into a new rhythm, one filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future we never thought possible.Every day with Lyla felt like a revelation. Our relationship had flourished beyond the raw intensity of those first encounters. Sure, we had our share of wild, erotic nights – moments where our passion for each other burned with an intensity that threatened to consume us. But there were also the playful mornings, the times when we basked in each other's company, reveling in the simple joy of being together.Lyla had grown remarkably in these past months, both in spirit and in her role as our future queen. She had decided to finish her schooling, opting for private lessons within the castle's grand walls. Her decision came from a desire to be close to us, to cement our bond and strengthen our union. And I couldn’t have been more proud of her. She was not just our mate but a true partner
Lyla POV:As the witch's blade hovered perilously close, a surreal calm washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes fixated on Cameron and Samuel, their expressions a tapestry of worry and love. I silently mouthed, "I love you," expecting the sharp sting of betrayal. But instead, a shocking warmth enveloped me – blood, not mine, splashing against my skin.Confusion reigned as I saw Vincent standing defiantly, the witch's heart gruesomely clasped in his hand. He nonchalantly tossed it aside, his eyes locking with mine in a knowing wink. The ritual was broken, the air charged with a mix of disbelief and newfound hope.Noah's enraged voice shattered the moment."Vincent, you traitor!" he screamed, lunging at his brother with a viciousness that chilled my bones.The brothers collided with a force that resonated through the clearing. Their fight was a deadly dance of pent-up rage and familial betrayal. Vincent's every move was precise and calculated, countering Noah's blind fury
Lyla POV:Vincent's laughter echoed through the room, a sound filled with sinister undertones."Oh, brother, why do you insist on these little charades? Just be honest with her. There's no coronation. Instead, we have a lovely lineup of witches eager to drain every ounce of that precious eternal wolf essence from her," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously.Noah's face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes."Vincent, I've got this under control," he said coolly.I glanced between the two brothers, my heart pounding in my chest. They were planning to kill me, to use me for my power. A surge of anger and determination rose within me. I wouldn't let them. Without warning, I shifted into my wolf form, the transformation enveloping me in a wave of power and strength. My grey fur, streaked with lavender, bristled with energy, and my lavender eyes blazed with defiance.Noah's expression turned to one of shock, then quickly morphed into rage."You think you can
Lyla POV:The air crackled with the intensity of magic, the night sky over Vampriya painted with the hues of battle. Our position at the vantage point offered a panoramic view of the chaos unfolding below. Alana, my brothers, the coven witches, and I were like sentinels, guarding against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf us.The sounds of battle were deafening - the clashing of power, the hissing of spells, and the cries of the fallen filled the air. We stood our ground, our magic a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. Each of us fought fiercely, our spells weaving intricate patterns of defense and attack.I could feel the raw energy coursing through me, the power of my eternal wolf stirring within, ready to leap into action. The witches beside me chanted their incantations, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence that was both haunting and beautiful. Their magic clashed with the dark witches, creating a storm of energy that crackled through the
Samuel POV:Stepping through the dense forest that borders Vampriya, the charged air crackles with tension. Cameron and I tread softly, our senses heightened. The dim moonlight filters through the trees, casting eerie shadows that dance on the forest floor."We need to be smart about this," I whisper to Cameron as we move closer to the outskirts of Vampriya. "No rash moves. We hit them hard and fast, but with precision."Cameron nods, his eyes scanning the darkness."Agreed. The element of surprise is on our side. Let's keep it that way."We huddle with our group of warriors, their faces a mix of determination and nerves. I can feel their energy, pulsing like a heartbeat in the night."Remember, our main goal is to distract and divide their forces," I instruct, my voice low but firm. "We need to create an opening for the main assault team to breach their defenses."One of the warriors, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, steps forward."We won't let you down, your highnesses. We
Lyla POV:As the dawn broke, casting a golden glow over the palace, I stood on the balcony, absorbing the quiet before the storm. Today was the day we would confront Noah, the day we had been preparing for. Anxiety bubbled inside me, but it was tempered by the resolve that came from the love and support of my mates, Cameron and Samuel.Cameron's arms encircled me from behind, his warmth a comforting presence."You ready for this, my love?" he asked, his breath tickling my ear.I leaned into him, feeling the solid strength of his body."As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.Samuel joined us, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination."We're in this together," he reassured, taking my hand. "Always."Their reassurance fortified me. We were a team, unbreakable in our unity. I turned to face them, taking a moment to appreciate the bond we shared, strengthened in the face of adversity.We headed to the war room where Alana, my br
Lyla POV:The quiet of the early morning was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed me the previous night. Sitting by the window, I watched the first light of dawn filter through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on the floor. The warmth of the sun seemed to reach deep within, soothing the turmoil of my thoughts.I was still wrapped in the blanket Cameron and Samuel had tucked me in with, their scent lingering on the fabric, offering a silent comfort. The memories of last night, the intense kisses, the affirmations of love, and the heartfelt conversation with my brothers, all swirled in my head, a mix of joy and poignancy.Lost in thought, I didn’t hear the door open. It was Alana, her bright smile instantly lifting my mood.“Hey there, babe,” she greeted cheerfully. “You seem deep in thought. Everything okay?”I returned her smile“Just reflecting on everything. It's been... overwhelming,” I admitted.Alana sat beside me.“It’s a lot to take in. But you’re
Lyla POV:I woke up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the grand room. Memories of the night before, entwined with Cameron and Samuel, flooded my mind, sending a warm flush through me. The intensity, the love, the unspoken promises we shared – it all felt like a beautiful dream.But as I stretched languidly, the other side of the bed was cold, empty. A twinge of disappointment nudged at me. Where could they be so early in the morning?Just then, the door opened, and both Cameron and Samuel walked in, their presence filling the room with an electrifying energy. My heart skipped a beat as they approached the bed, each wearing an expression that was a mix of tenderness and something more serious, more intense.Cameron leaned in first, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. The familiar scent of cedarwood and pine engulfed me, grounding me in the moment. His kiss was a reminder of the passion we shared, a prom