“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
“I knew I should have hung around your cabin. That stupid vampire would have taken you if I didn’t show up on time.” Zayne hissed, sneering at the spot Alaric once stood.“What are you doing here anyway?” Layla turned to him, glaring at the large creature.‘If he wasn’t for him, Alaric wouldn’t have left, and we would have been…’ Her face heated up as her mind created images of what she and Alaric would have been doing.“Protecting you obviously.” He scoffed, making his way to her bed.“From who? I— Hey don’t do that! You’ll break it.” She gasped, rushing to him as he climbed in her bed. The entire thing creaked under his huge weight, and she cringed.“From other werewolves. Sometimes, some wolves that are still struggling to control their shifter side subconsciously go and hunt their enemy. I can’t take any chances of them hurting you.” He grunted, snuggling into the bed and trying to make himself comfortable, which looked almost impossible. It was obviously too small for him.“I did
“Zayne!” Layla screamed, burying her face into her hands as her entire body flushed red.“Geez! Are you trying to burst my eardrums?” Zayne groaned.“Why are you naked?! Where are you’re clothes?!” She squeaked, squeezing her eyes more. ‘He’s naked?! Naked?! How long?! Does that mean I had been snuggling with him when he was completely nude? Does that mean the bump I had felt against her stomach was… his erection?! Ahh! Someone please kill me!’“Because I came here in my wolf form, remember. When I was in that form, I was naked, so of course when I shifted back to early in the morning, I’ll be naked.” He said, and she could bet he rolled his eyes. “Clothes don’t just magically appear.”“But what about the ixol thingy the headmaster gave Nyssa? Don’t you have it?” She argued. It had been like magic in her eyes. Nyssa’s clothes had disappeared when she transformed into her wolf, and when she was transforming back, the clothes had reappeared. It did seem like silence.“I forgot to put i
“Um… Good morning.” Layla mumbled as she stepped out of her room and locked her door. Her eyes were glued to the ground, not daring to look at Zayne. “Why aren’t you looking at me? I’m all dressed now.” He teased, poking her cheek. “Or are you dissatisfied that I’m not nude? I can strip if you want.” “No! Keep your clothes on! I don’t want to see you naked again.” She squeaked and quickly walked away from him. ‘I know he’s never going to let me hear the end of it today.’ “But you didn’t mind when I was. You seemed to like it really well, especially my d…k.” He chuckled as he caught up to her with ease. “N-no, I wasn’t!” She lied, blushing hard. There was no way in this world she was going to admit she was staring at his d..k. She would rather die than admit it out loud. “Of course you were. If I hadn’t interrupted you, I wonder how long you would have stared at it. What was going through your mind? Where you thinking of how big it was and if it would fit into your lit
Trigger warning ❗❗ ‘Scent?’ Layla lifted her arm and sniffed it. ‘Nope. No Zayne scent, just my perfume. What is she talking about?’ “Don’t play dumb! You reek of his scent. The whole school can literally smell him on you!” Nyssa snarled, slamming her hand on the desk, and it cracked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What’s going on? Scent? What scent? I can’t smell anything.” Layla asked, frowning at her words. Nothing she said made sense. Zayne’s scent? How could the whole school smell him on her and she couldn’t? What was so important about it anyway that Nyssa was losing her head? Her gaze flickered around, taking note of the other students whispering and glaring at her. Was that why everyone had been staring at her with more intensity than normal? Because of Zayne’s scent? “Zayne spent the night in your room, didn’t he? Don’t try dare lie to me! I came to your cabin in the night and felt his presence. How did you trick him to stay with you?” ‘Zayne was