Kayla's POV."How long will you let Kara make a fool of you? Listen, Kayla… I want a Smart Mate and not a Naive little Omega!"His words struck like a jolting and frightening shock to my heart, my hands instinctively reaching for my chest in an attempt to suppress the pain, the ache.It felt as though a sharp-edged dagger had mercilessly pierced through my thumping heart. The effect of his words was deep, creating an incredible hurt that haunted me relentlessly. No matter how hard I tried to ignore or shake off the effect, the pain persisted, an unpleasant feeling that refused to be tossed aside."What?" I cried out softly, tears streaming down my ashen cheeks. The emotional unrest within me spilled over, and I could no longer contain the hurt and sorrow that welled up inside me."You heard me right, Kayla!" He nonchalantly slipped his hands into his pockets, his narrowed glare fixed on my position."We both know how naive you could be. It's high time you stop being that and act ma
Netayam's POV.My fists involuntarily clenched, caught in the whirlwind of thoughts and memories from the recent conflict in my room with Kayla.The echoes of the argument with Kayla, my mate, reverberated in my mind, creating an internal storm of troubling emotions.In an attempt to break free from the worry that gripped me, my hand instinctively sought the tip of my nose, a subtle pinch signalling my desire to halt these relentless thoughts about her.A question lingered in the air, laden with fear: "She won't leave the pack mansion, right? It was just a threat, nothing more?" My heart raced at the mere possibility of her leaving the pack for only Goddess knows where.Despite the tension, my knowledge of Kayla's character prompted a decision. It was sensible to remain seated in my study room, allowing time and space for her to calm down; a pretence of control in the midst of emotional uproar, just as I desired.Rising from the chair I sat on, I turned to glance behind me, taking in
Kayla's POV."The moment you step beyond these gates, Kayla, you lose the title of being the Luna in Ravenwood pack, and I mean every single word!" Netayam's stern declaration echoed in the air, causing me to come to an abrupt stop.With a heavy heart, I slowly turned around, meeting his unyielding gaze fixed upon me. Clenching my tender fingers around the strap of my bag, I braced myself for more. I had hoped for a more compassionate reaction, the caring demeanour he usually displayed, but it seemed I was only deceiving myself and imagining too.Blinking back tears that threatened to cascade down my ashen cheeks, I forced a smile onto my lips, attempting to conceal the pain that pierced through me. I stood there, poised for what would come next, my response ready as I navigated the unexpected turn in our interaction."I'd rather be with the Draco's than stay with you, Alpha Netayam!" With those words hanging in the air, I swiftly turned on my heels, dismissing any anticipation of a
Kayla's POV. "Slit your throat! Slit it, Alpha Netayam!" I screamed his name, and in that moment, a surge of fear and anxiety enveloped me. His face appeared, unmistakably him, and the person right behind me was Beta Ray, pleading for me to stop. "As you wish, Cupcake!" he uttered, seemingly ready to carry out my chilling command. Panic surged through me, and I couldn't bear the thought of what was about to happen. "No, no, no!!!" I shrieked in terror. Suddenly, my eyes snapped open, and I found myself in a cold room shrouded in darkness. My face was damp with sweat, and my eyes bulged with residual fear from the vivid nightmare that had gripped my sleep. Just then, the door swung open, and I found myself trying to catch my breath. Mrs. Draco rushed into the room, her face marked with worry and concern. "What's wrong with you, Kayla? Are you okay?" she inquired, approaching me with genuine concern. It was at that moment that I realised it was just a dream, a nightmare I nev
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