What do you think will happen next? I think they should be taught a lesson...
Kayla's POV."Beg right now!!!" One of the girls growled furiously, a vile sneer curling up on her lips as she continued to look at me with disdain.I hesitated before kneeling, and in that moment, she kicked me in the stomach, causing me to collapse onto the ground. My knee scraped harshly against the rough surface, sending an electric jolt of pain through my nerves.Tears streamed down my face as I cried out, hoping for someone to intervene and put an end to my suffering. The agony was unbearable, and I prayed fervently for relief.Struggling to stand once more, I was met with another wave of pain that pierced through me. "Ahhhhh!!!" I instinctively clutched my hair, my eyes tightly shut, desperately hoping for the nightmare to cease.This pain went beyond mere words; it was an excruciating experience that left me paralyzed on the cold ground. My heart raced uncontrollably, as if trying to escape the torture that shrouded me. Despite my attempts to move, I felt frozen, trapped in
Kayla's POV. As soon as the door slammed shut right behind me, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and blurted out, "Who is he!?" The loud noise drew the attention of both Mr. and Mrs. Draco. Mrs. Draco, feigning confusion, asked, "Who is who?" Despite her apparent ignorance, I sensed she was playing innocent. Undeterred, I decided to exaggerate my question. "I'm talking about the man I just bumped into outside. What was his intention of coming here?" This time, my tone carried a mix of anger and frustration. It was evident that there was some questionable plan brewing, and I couldn't help but be intrigued to get at its details. "No one talks about Alpha Logan until dinner time. You're in my house, so you need to follow the rules, young lady!" Mr. Draco issued a stern warning. His intense gaze remained fixed on me, prompting a moment of realisation that he was not bluffing. In this house, abiding by their rules was non-negotiable if I wanted to continue staying with them. "Fine
Kayla's POV. "We can't hide it anymore; we need to welcome in the rogues! They are the only ones who can give us the satisfaction we want. They will make the pack complete!" Seated, I glared at Mr. Elvis as he confidently proclaimed. His bizarre assertions hung in the air, and for a moment, I pondered the origin of such abnormal ideas. I couldn't fathom how he developed such notions when, to my understanding, he was formed and created entirely by the moon goddess. Questions raced through my mind: "Is he losing his sanity as a werewolf, or is there something more at play? Is something missing?" Without uttering a word, I sat in silence, fixating my gaze on his face. Mr. Anderson, reacting to this silly proposal, stood up and retorted, "What do you mean by getting the Rogues to join the pack? Are you a fool?" My attention instantly shifted to him, awaiting an explanation for this unexpected turn of events. The relentless argument persisted, rotating around the foolish notion of
Kayla's POV. Standing before the window in my room, I examined my reflection, the soft glow of makeup enhancing my face. White acrylic nails adorned my fingers, and I wore a light, almost transparent, white gown designed with sparkling stones. The gown, however, presented a peculiar discomfort; the back, from the nape of my neck down to the waistline, lay exposed. I couldn't help but question the purpose of wearing such a gown when it seemed to reveal more than it concealed. "I can't believe I am doing this!" I grumbled abruptly, turning around to scrutinise the revealing skin of my back in the mirror. The internal conflict between the allure of the gown and the discomfort it brought surfaced in my expression. I was half naked but then, the Draco's had picked the gown up for me for my date tonight or rather in a few hours time. About the date, I had accepted earlier in the morning after I was pressured by them. Lying on my bed, I felt an unusual movement in my room, close to m
Get Into The Car, Cupcake!Kayla's POV. Alpha Logan was on the verge of kissing the back of my hand, but abruptly, a strong grip seized my hand away from his, causing me to lift my head in astonishment as I turned to identify the unexpected intruder."She belongs to me, Logan!"To my surprise and shock, it wasn't just anyone; it was Netayam, Alpha Netayam standing right beside me, tightly holding my hand."Netayam...?" I mumbled, my eyes widening in disbelief. I didn't expect or anticipate seeing him right beside me at this hour and time. The air hung heavy with an unexpected twist, leaving me grappling with a myriad of emotions and unanswered questions."Hello, cupcake," a bright smile erupted on his lips as he looked at me. His hand reached for my hair, caressing it, and he leaned closer to my face, giving me a kiss on my cheek.I was still stunned by his sudden intrusion. He wasn't supposed to be here because, last I checked, we had quarrelled, had an argument that was supposed
Neyayam's POV."Come on, Cupcake, hop into the car. I strongly suggest you do it now while I still have some patience left," I ordered, directing my gaze at Kayla, who was standing nearby. However, she stubbornly refused to comply or obey any word I uttered from my lips.I wasn't looking stunned or surprised by her reluctance; it had become a familiar pattern. I had grown getting used to her resistance and had mentally prepared for it.Embarking on the journey to the Silvermoon pack with the intention of taking her back to the Ravenwood pack had been my mission, as usual. Yet, my plans took an unexpected turn as I reached the pack and was passing by the restaurant. To my astonishment, Kayla was seated before Alpha Logan, putting on a partially revealed gown that made it easy for Logan to assess every curve she had.Finding her in such a situation was both stunning and shocking. The idea of being matched with someone as imprudent and foolish as Logan had never crossed my mind. It wa
Netayam's POV. "I've decided to spend the night with my mate," I confidently declared, rolling my eyes before exiting their living room. I wanted to make sure they understood my decision, and I had warned and even threatened them to emphasise my point. The truth was, I was genuinely afraid of losing Kayla, but revealing that fear too often felt impossible, and I couldn't quite understand why. Getting to her room, I opened the door and stepped in, only to find the space enveloped in darkness, making it hard to discern anything. Not wanting to disturb her in case she was asleep, I carefully placed my jacket on the bed and began the process of removing my clothes, ensuring minimal disruption. The quiet atmosphere added to the uncertainty of the situation, leaving me with a mix of emotions as I prepared for the night ahead. Feeling increasingly uneasy, I found peace in the act of undressing, a means to not only get comfortable but also to connect with my mate. However, my atte
Netayam's POV.As the morning sun cast its gentle glow over the unfamiliar surroundings of the Silvermoon pack, a place I had never imagined waking up to, an undeniable ache nestled itself within my heart. The harsh recollection of Kayla's words persisted like a haunting tune, replaying in my mind as if she was right beside me, softly enunciating her emotions on an endless coil."I messed up this time! I shouldn't have let her leave. I shouldn't have allowed my foolish behavior to get the best part of me," I mumbled to the privacy of the room, each word laden with the weight of guilt.In the quietude of the morning, I lay alone on the bed, grappling with the stark contrast between the reality of my present circumstances and the vibrant fantasies I had imagned. I had envisioned spending the night with Kayla, engaged in shared laughter and the joy of each other's company. The anticipation of waking up to the delicate fragrance of her perfume, gently teasing every nook of my nostrils,