“I’m Nyssa Wilde, an elite student in year one just like you.” Nyssa introduced herself, stretching out her hand.‘She is talking to me. Why?’ Layla’s gaze flickered from the girl’s outstretched hand to her face, searching for anything like disgust or fear lurking on it. There was none. Her lips were curled into a smile, and her eyes glowed with optimism.“Um, it’s nice to meet you.” Layla replied, slowly putting her hand in hers as if it were the jaws of a shark.“It’s nice to meet you too,” Nyssa beamed, and she bristled.‘She’s being way too optimistic. Something was fishy.’ She thought, pulling her hand away like she was touching a hot iron. Why would Nyssa want to talk to her? Everyone in the school was ignoring her, so why would she approach her? Why her?Layla knew Nyssa, though not face-to-face, but she knew she was in her class and an elite student. In fact, she was the only other elite student in their year apart from Layla. And just like her, Nyssa stood out from the rest o
“No! I’m only curious about werewolf tradition and culture. Just the same way I’m curious about all the other types of supernatural,” Layla quickly explained as red rushed to her cheeks, trying to clear the misunderstanding forming. She was in a world she barely knew anything about, so the only reasonable thing to do was try to understand the people and culture of those in it. And maybe she was particularly curious about that of the werewolves, but she needed to understand what the mate bond was and why Zayne had decided she wasn’t the right candidate within twenty seconds of looking at her. It wasn’t because she was trying to get his attention. He hated her. Why would she try to get the attention of a guy who acted like her presence was unbearable? “That’s good because it would be so embarrassing. I mean, he did reject you in front of everyone on orientation day.” Nyssa teased and gave Zayne a playful smile. “Unless you really didn’t mean what you said. It would explain why you
‘This doesn’t look that bad,’ Layla thought, wiping her skirt as she hid in the bathroom stall. Who was she kidding? It looked bad. Her skirt and some part of her blazer were obviously wet, despite the rolls of toilet paper she had used to dry them. At least there was no more oat stain on it.‘Or should I go change to the other pair? No. There’s no time, and I can’t go back to my dorm without Zayne. I don’t want his trouble.’ She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. ‘Why am I caring about what he thinks? He doesn’t care about what happened to me. He’s too busy eating and flirting with Nyssa.’She bit her both lips, trying to stifle her anger. Weren’t werewolves supposed to be protective of their mates? How could he sit there and let someone do that to her? She knew someone had tampered with the table. Tables didn’t just tip over by themselves, and she had seen the vines. Someone had deliberately done that.But Zayne didn’t care. He hadn’t even come after her after she had run out
Layla was sure the world became a little brighter and more peaceful the moment she saw Alaric sitting at his desk. He lifted his head from the book he was reading and his gaze fell on her. Her stomach fluttered as his lips curved into a charming smile.“It’s nice to see you, Layla.” He said, standing up from his seat.“It’s nice to see you too,” she replied, trying not to seem too excited as she walked to him.“How has Nox-Luminis been treating you so far?” He asked, and her smile twitched to a small frown.‘The worse. Everybody hates me and looks like they want to kill me. I feel like I’m losing my mind.’ She wanted to rant but held back her words. She couldn’t just dump all her problems on him.“Crazy, but it’s been alright,” Layla lied, trying to sound optimistic, and his smile lowered.“Are you sure? You don’t look alright.” Alaric pointed out, stepping a little bit closer and placing his hand on her cheek. “You look quite tired. Have you been sleeping and eating well? It’s the do
Layla had been avoiding asking herself that question, but she knew she had to. What if she hurt Alaric? She didn’t want to hurt him, but what if she did?She couldn’t control her power, and they were going to be working with it. What if what happened at the orientation happened again? He was the only one in the room, so what if he couldn’t stop her before she did something she was going to regret?There was a connection, a pull, between the two of them, but was it as strong as the mate bond she had with Zayne? Would it guarantee his safety?“You won’t hurt me.” Alaric said firmly, no iota of doubt in his words.“How are you sure I won’t? Maybe this is a bad idea.” Layla sighed, shaking her head. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted to do. Her heart wouldn’t be able to bear it if she did.“Do you trust me?” He asked softly, walking towards her.“Of course I do. You’re not the problem. It’s this… power that I have.” She whispered, rubbing her arm. Alaric stopped in front of her, b
*Bang* Layla squeaked, almost jumping out of her skin as the door of the classroom swung open. Alaric’s and her gaze moved to it and saw Zayne standing at the entrance with an annoyed scowl on his lips. “Class is over. Let’s go.” He said, taking a step forward but stopping before he could enter the class. His eyes flickered around the room, finally noticing the dark wisps dancing in the air, and his eyes darkened. “So soon?” Layla mumbled, sighing aloud. She could swear that she stepped into the class a second ago. Couldn’t he have waited just a little bit longer? “Time flies when you aren’t looking, doesn’t it?” Alaric chuckled, pulling out the choker from his pocket. A small growl slipped from Zayne’s lips as he wore it on her neck. Layla gasped at the sudden weight that seemed to return to her shoulders, and the dark wisps disappeared in an instant. She clutched her skirt, trying to ward off the sudden wave of dizziness that hit her. Her stomach clenched and gnawed, yearning
“Are you all right?” Soft baby pink eyes, with tiny flower tattoos by the corners, stared back at Layla. A man, blessed with the beauty of a lady, was standing before her; his soft features were etched with worries and concern. “Yes, I am.” She replied and stood up straight. ‘Vines! Why am I not surprised?’ She sighed as the vines that had wrapped around her legs slithered off her and disappeared. Her attention moved to her waist, spotting what had stopped her from falling flat on her face—a vine also. “You saved me?” She asked, gesturing to it, and he nodded. “Yes, the joke has gone on far enough. I’m sorry about them.” He sighed, waving his hand, and the bind on her waist disappeared. His voice was girly too, which didn’t really come as a shock. It suited his entire calm aura. ‘At least it’s nice to know that not everybody in this school enjoys watching me suffer.’ Relief flooded through her, and she gave him a small, graceful smile. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” h
They want her to fight?! Not just anything but a beast? Was Brenton crazy? Layla couldn’t fight a dog or common human, and he wanted her to fight a beast.If Brenton wanted to kill her, he should have tried a much more direct approach instead. And she thought Professor Victor was bad for trying to kill her with exhaustion. Brenton wanted her to be mauled and ripped apart to death.“May I?” Nyssa chipped, raising her hand.‘Thank you, Nyssa.’ Layla almost ran to give her a hug. Not that Nyssa fighting would mean she wouldn’t, but at least it would give her more time to find a way out of her predicament.“Of course.” Brenton gave her a bright smile and gestured for her to come forward. She walked out from her seat to him, and he pulled out a metallic armband from his pocket.“Since you’re a werewolf, you’ll need this. It’s a ixon. It will keep your clothes intact when you transform to your wolf side.” He said, handing the device to her, and she took it.“Thank you, sir,” she replied, cl