‘My blood?’ Layla blinked as her heart rate sped up. ‘He wants my blood?! Why mine?! Is it because of me that he was reacting this way to the moon? Does it have something to do with the fact that he’s supposed to be my protector?’“I wasn’t supposed to say that. What’s wrong with me?” Alaric groaned, cringing at his slip-up as he ran his hand through his hair. “Forget what I just said. It was—”“You can take my blood.” She whispered. His entire body turned rigid, just like the air around them. It was like the world around them had frozen in time.“Don’t be silly, Layla.” He scolded; his voice was gruff but strained, like he was restricting himself from doing what he wanted.‘He really wants my blood, but he’s stopping himself.’ She thought, noticing his fingers digging into the side of the desk, denting and cracking the poor wood.“I don’t mind, Alaric. You can— I want you to take my blood.” She said, taking slow steps towards him as she rolled up her sleeves. Alaric didn’t move from
Layla jumped from her seat and was by Zayne’s side almost immediately, holding him from tripping on his feet. “Are you alright? Is anything wrong? Is there anything you need? Anything I can do?” She asked, confused on what to do. Her mind went to the only thing she could think of that was causing his sudden pain, the full moon. “Please take me to a chair.” He whispered, leaning on her a bit. Her legs trembled under the additional weight, but she swallowed back her complaint as she slowly led him. She set him on the nearest chair, and he relaxed against it. “Are you alright?” She asked again, watching him rub his temple. “Are you sick? Do you need medications or something? I could rush to the sick bay.” “I’m fine. It’s just the feeling—the effect of the full moon.” He grumbled and ran his fingers through it. She was right. It was the moon. It was affecting not just Alaric but him too. “I can’t believe I’m reacting this way to the moon. It’s so embarrassing.” Zayne h
*Knock Knock*“I’m coming.” Layla replied, throwing on her school bag as she walked to the door and opened it.“Good— Sylvan?” She blinked, staring at the man who stood at her door instead of Zayne.“Good morning,” Sylvan said and gave her a small, gentle smile.“Good morning. Um… what are you doing here? Where is Zayne?” She asked, trying not to sound rude as her eyes peered around for the werewolf. It was the first time someone other than Alaric, Zayne, and unfortunately, Nyssa, had come to her dorm, and it was kind of strange.“Werewolves and vampires usually have a free day because of the moon, so the headmaster told me to take you to class.” He replied, kicking the invisible stone at his feet.“Ok,” she nodded, stepping out of her cabin and locking the door.‘Why didn’t they send Alaric instead? I hope he’s still not as down as yesterday.’ She thought as she and Sylvan walked together in silence. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, watching to see if he would show any
‘Sylvan said it! He actually said it!’ Layla’s breath hitched as she gaped at him. ‘That means he’s a…’“You’re a—”“Shh! We’ll talk later at the end of class.” Sylvan said, nudging his head to the other students. “Let’s focus on class first.”‘Oh, that’s right. I can’t say anything here. I could get us in trouble.’ She pressed her lips together and nodded.Her mouth itched, wanting to blurt out all the questions she had for him, and it took her all of her willpower to keep them shut.‘Sylvan is an elite student but also a spy for the rebel. How? HOW?!’~“Ok, now spill.” Layla blurted as she slammed her room door shut and stared at Sylvan. Classes were finally over for the day, and she was ready to explode with questions.“I wish they had given me a dorm like this. Cut off from the rest of the world and surrounded by nature. It’s perfect.” Sylvan wished, ogling at the interior of her room and wearing a soft smile.“Come on, Sylvan. No stalling. Tell me the truth.” She complained as s
“You’re Eleanor’s protector?” Layla gasped, gawking at Sylvan. His eyes widened as if he realised what he had said, and his entire face turned bright red.“T-that’s not how I wanted to tell you, but… yes. I’m her protector.” He stuttered, avoiding her gaze, and her lips curled to a small smile.“Are you guys in a relationship by any chance? The book said that the Sun and Moon children can enter a romantic relationship with any of their protectors, so…” She drawled, wriggling her brows.Sylvan’s bashful smile dropped into a sad one, and his shoulders dropped. It was like a dark cloud had formed over his head and had rained down on his happy parade.“Sylvan…” Layla whispered, blinking at his sudden change in mood.“I never stood a chance against Pyro.” He sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder. She knew heartbreak when she saw it, and Sylvan was the definition of heartbroken.“Thank you. I don’t blame Eleanor though; she m
‘It would be a good thing if I left, right? If Sylvan is telling the truth about the rebels, then that would be safer for me. I wouldn’t have to deal with my terrible professors and classmates. There would be no Terra and Brenton to constantly humiliate me in front of the whole class and Victor’s sadistic punishments. There would be no Nyssa to bully me. No snarky whispers. No glares. No nothing.‘And best of all, no wicked parliamentarians. No threat of death hanging over my head and someone breathing over my neck. I would be free, and I could properly discover who I truly am. It would be wonderful for me, probably the best thing that could happen to me since I stepped into the supernatural world. I would be a fool to not accept that kind of offer. But…’Layla grabbed her stuffed elephant and squeezed it to her chest as if it would soak all her worries like a sponge.‘But what about Alaric? And… Zayne? Can I just leave them? Of course I can, but I feel so terrible just thinking about
"A-alaric." Layla squeaked, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared into Alaric's glowing red eyes.He didn't say anything. He just stared at her. His chest heaved as he took in heavy, laboured breaths and stared at her without blinking.'Is he going to hurt me? No, what am I saying? It's Alaric. He's the last person that would ever hurt me. But what's wrong with him? Why does he look so dishevelled and... sick?' She narrowed her gaze, scrutinising his face, and her brows furrowed.Alaric looked weak. Really, really weak. He was trembling, shaking like a single flower in the middle of a storm. His skin was paler than snow; thick, black bags were under his eyes, and his hair was more tussled than she had ever seen it. Even his clothes were rumple—something she had never seen. He was like a shell of himself, and her heart clenched.'What's wrong with him? Is this because of the blood? I thought he would have sorted it out already. He looks far worse than yesterday. Is he going to
The kiss was hot yet slow, like Alaric was savouring Layla’s lips, wanting to memorise every inch of it like it was going to be their last time. Her brain froze, suddenly unable to comprehend what was happening. Alaric was kissing her? Kissing her?! He took her first kiss.He lifted his head, breaking the kiss before she could melt into him and she gasped.“Alaric,” Layla breathed, running her tongue over her lips as she stared into his eyes.“You’re just too tempting, Layla. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He muttered, pressing a small kiss to the corner of her lips.“Alaric.” She gasped, grabbing his shirt as he trailed kisses from the corner of her lips down to her neck. She pressed her legs together, trying to add pressure to the ache between them. Her eyes fluttered close, and she bit her bottom lips, stifling the erotic sounds that threatened to fall.His fangs grazed the bottom of her neck, a few centimetres under her choker, and she froze.“It’s alright. It’s only goi