“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
“You f..king piece of sh.ts!” Zayne’s voice boomed through the entire forest, and Layla opened her eyes.‘Zayne!’ She cried as she stared at the man standing in front of her, trembling with rage. Roasted chestnut scent filled the entire air, drowning out the ones from the other wolves and sending relief rushing through her body. She was safe but, she doubted the others were.“A-alpha Zayne, it’s… it’s not what it looks like.” The leader stuttered as he and his goons took some shaky steps back. Their eyes were wide, full of terror, and they tried to hold up their fallen pants.“It is what it looks like! You four tried to rape my mate!” Zayne snapped, and they winced.“W… we were just p-playing a little trick. A t-trick.” One of the guys said, forcing a laugh, and the others nodded so hard that it seemed their heads would fall off. “B-besides, it’s… not t-that she really means anything to you. You… You r-rejected her already.” Another guy stuttered but took a step forward, having a boo
“So, what do you want me to do?” Headmaster Brenton asked, leaning into his large chair and blinking at Zayne, who sat opposite him.“It seemed like you didn’t hear what I said,” Zayne said, confusion heavy in his voice.‘This is a waste of time,’ Layla squirmed on her spot in one of the couches in his office. ‘The headmaster will obviously not care even if they try to kill me.’“I did. You said Ms. Dele was almost raped by four second-year students, and Ms. Wilde planned it.” He droned, placing his hand over his lips and stifling a small yawn. “So, what do you want me to do?”“What do you mean by what do I want you to do?” Zayne replied as his entire body turned tense, holding back the anger. “You’re supposed to punish them. Expel them.”“You’re telling me to expel five promising students because of the Child of Darkness. That’s highly unreasonable. I—”“Unreasonable! You’re telling me you’re going to let a bunch of rapists walk around the school scot-free?” He growled, his rage bubb
“What are you talking about? Brenton might not, but—”“But, who? The parliamentarians that are waiting for one little slip up so they can kill me? Don’t you get it? No one cares if those boys had raped and killed me.” Layla yelled, yanking her hand from Zayne’s grip. “No one in the whole school. The headmaster said it himself: Why would they punish the five students because of me? They’re far more important than my life. I doubt the parliamentarians would bat an eye even if concrete evidence was placed before them.”She sniffled, rubbing the back of her hand on her eyes to wipe her tears. “And who’s to say they would bring the truth? They can turn the whole story, make me the villain, and the parliamentarians will punish or kill me. It’s my words, the Child of Darkness words, against those of an elite student and four other students of Nox-Luminis. Who do you think they will believe? The school hates me. Everyone hates me. No one—”Zayne wrapped his arms around her, interrupting her
The entire class gasped, sharing the same shock Layla had as they all stared at Nyssa. Some pulled out their phones, recording the drama playing before them.‘Nyssa isn’t just apologising to her but also kneeling? Kneeling?! I’ve officially gone crazy. I’ve been so traumatised by this school that I’m seeing things. I need to wake up from this dream.’ Layla blinked, rubbing her hand over her face, but nothing changed. Nyssa was still on her knees with her head bowed and her hand clasped in front of her chest.“I-I was… wrong and… and… s-stupid and I-I promise I won’t b-bully you again. P-please forgive me.” She cried, and fat globs of tears fell from her eyes and hit the ground.‘No! I’m not crazy! The world is! Nyssa is actually apologising to me! This has to be a prank. What evil thing is she planning after this? Is this just a way to distract from the terrible thing coming my way?’ Layla’s eyes darted around, searching around for something—anything that could hint that Nyssa was pla
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zayne coughed in his fist, staring straight ahead and avoiding her gaze. “Then why are you acting guilty?” Layla probed, scrutinising his face as curiosity itched in her. Was there really a chance that he had forced Nyssa to apologise to her? “No, I’m not.” He refuted as he scratched the back of his neck and still didn’t look her way. “Then why are you not looking at me?” She frowned, standing in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest. “Tell me the truth, did you have something to do with Nyssa’s apology?” “Fine,” he sighed, slumping his shoulders. “Yes, I did.” “Why?” She asked, her face softened, and she dropped her arms. “Why not? Since the school decided not to do anything, I took matters into my own hands.” Zayne shrugged as they continued to her class. “After I left your dorm, I asked to talk to her and had a very simple conversation with her.” “Simple?” Layla simpered, and the corner of her lips tilted up. “How s
‘They’re apologising to me? Did Zayne also tell them to do this?’ Layla thought, staring at him from the corner of her eyes. His face was stone cold as he glowered at the other werewolves. “W-we… shouldn’t h-have done what we did, and we hope you f-forgive… forgive us. W-we promise to n-never… come close to you a-again.” The leader wept, bowing so deep that it seemed that his back was going to break. The four of them looked the same way Nyssa had. Beat down, tired, depressed, and terrified. “Um… Ok.” Layla muttered, twisting her lips. What else was she going to say? She just wanted them to be out of her face, and it didn’t help that the entire cafeteria was ogling at them. “Now, scram!” Zayne barked, and they scurried away, tipping on their feet. The entire cafeteria came alive with whispers and she sighed. ‘Why is it that every week something with me in the middle always comes up for people to talk about? It’s tiring.’ “So you had a little talk with them too?” Layla asked