Every sliver of hope Layla had crashed to the ground and disappeared like dust the moment those simple words left Zayne’s mouth. A hallow feeling rose in her chest, like something had died, leaving a gap that could never be filled.‘He agreed. He agreed to break the mate bond. So he really believes that everything was just an illusion to him? Everything?’ She thought, bowing her head to hide the tears that rushed to her eyes. The parliamentarians, Zayne, Brenton, and Alaric, discussed among themselves, but she couldn’t pick a single word of what they were saying. She was frozen in time, her brain replaying the very moment Zayne chose to betray her.‘First, Alaric and now Zayne. Am I just cursed that every guy who I think I have a connection throws me like thrash? All the promises and the words they said to me were lies. All lies.’ She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears fought to make their way out. ‘I’m such a fool to believe they would choose their duties to the parliamentarians o
Layla’s scream shook the entire room, and she convulsed on the table, trying to break free of her binds. It was like surges upon surges of electricity rode through every fibre of her being and she was set ablaze at the same time. And they kept intensifying with each second that passed. ‘Make it stop! Make it stop!’ Tears streamed down her face as she battled against the binds holding her down. Then she froze.A hand made of the same specks of light that tormented her formed in the air.‘No! No! No!’ She frantically shook her head as it reached closer and opened its palm over her chest.A beautiful, white thread rose from the spot, one end was attached to her and the other was attached to Zayne.‘Please no.’ She wept, shaking her head as the hand reached out to the thread. Its fingers touched it, and her mouth hung open, letting out a voiceless scream. All the pain she felt couldn’t be compared to that very moment. Her eyes rolled back, and she arched her back.Darkness slipped into h
‘Zayne.’ Layla thought as she slowly sat up. ‘Zayne is here. Zayne tried to break the mate bond… mate bond.’ “No! No! No!” She whispered, shuffling back on the bed and pressing her back against the wall. Her wide eyes poured out tears as she violently trembled The dull aching in her chest intensified to a blinding amount, and she let out a bloodcurling scream. “Layla!” Alaric and Zayne gasped as she curled into a ball, clutching at the part of her dress over her chest. “It’s ok. It’s okay.” Alaric whispered, bringing her to himself. His cool touch and voice melted away the pain and anxiety, and she slumped against him. She snuggled closer to him, and her sobs filled the air. “L-layla.” Zayne muttered. His voice was shaky and weak, tugging at her heartstrings, and she flinched. ‘Why? Why is he doing this to me? Just leave me alone.’ She cried. “Can’t you see how much pain and suffering you’ve caused her?” Alaric snarled as he stroked her back. “I’m—” “Get out, Zayne! I
“T-two days!” Layla gasped, snapping her head to Alaric. “I was a-asleep for… two days! How?”“Because the experiment took a toll on you. It’s quite surprising you’re awake. The parliamentarians expected you to be in a coma for at least four days to a week.” He said, running his fingers through his black hair and disheveling it more. “Are you sure you’re alright though?”“I’m still f-feeling very w-weak and tired, and my chest still… aches and feels… hollow… empty.” She muttered, pressing her hand to her chest and tapping her fingers against it. A small pain buzzed in it, not enough to make her scream in agony but enough to make her feel uncomfortable. And there was a hollow, sinking feeling. Like something had been taken away from her leavng a gaping hole.“Phantom pain. The parliamentarians said you would feel that for a few days. It mimics how you would feel when the mate bond is broken but more toned down.” He replied, and her shoulders dropped.“Oh,” she breathed, balling her fi
“What do you mean by that?” Alaric asked as he dropped the plate on the side table.“I mean exactly what I said. Why are you helping me?” Layla asked again firmly, folding her hands on her lap. “I know I told you to stay, but you could have decided not to be here in the first place. You are an elite professor after all, and I’m sure babysitting a student is beneath you.”“Well, the parliamentarians insisted I did because they weren’t sure how your powers would be stable despite the choker because of the experiment.” He shrugged.“Oh, so I’m just a chore for you. A burden that you have to look after because you were told to.” She spat, and his eyes widened.“I never said—”“Since that’s all I am, please leave.” She lifted her shaky hands and pointed at the door. “As you can see now, my powers are perfectly trapped in just like you guys wanted. You can tell the parliamentarians that I won’t cause any trouble so they can send anyone in your place. Just leave.”“What are you saying?!” He
Layla kissed him, and everything went quiet. The protest in her head, the aching and hollowness in her chest, her doubt and anger. Sweet peace rested on her, and for the first time since she woke up from her coma, she was relaxed.“W-why did we just do that? Why did I do that? Why didn’t you push me away?” She breathed as Alaric lifted his head. The question seemed stupid to her since she was the one that pressed his lips to hers, but she had wanted it. What was wrong with her?“Because I wanted it. It was quite bold and surprising that you took the first move. A pleasant surprise.” Alaric chuckled, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.“Why?” Why had he wanted it? Why had he wanted her?“Isn’t it obvious?” “Isn’t what obvious?” She blinked. He was speaking parables she didn’t understand. Was that his way of saying he was sorry for what he said? But he also said he wanted her?“Here? What do you feel?” Alaric asked, taking her hand and pressing it against his chest. His heart t
‘Fight in an arena in front of everyone? Fight what?’ Layla blinked, staring at High Lady Demeter and reeling over her words. ‘Why in the world did she suddenly come up with that idea?’ “If I may ask, Lady Demeter, why did the parliamentarians decide that Ms. Dele should fight? It seems so sudden. I thought she wouldn’t have to prove herself until the end of the academic year.” Alaric asked, turning Demeter’s attention to him.‘Exactly, it’s so sudden. They told me I would have to prove myself at the end of the year. The end! It’s just the middle of the first semester! I’m supposed to have one and a half more to prepare myself.’ Layla complained, pressing her finger to her temple. ‘I’m just recovering from that terrible experience, and I’m yet to completely master my powers, and they want me to fight!’“We had to. Somehow, the rebels discovered that Nox-Luminis is housing the Child of Darkness and spread the news to the public, causing an rancor. Those damned nosy pests.” She hissed,
"I'm sorry for how much pain I put you through. If I had known it would hurt you so much, I would never have agreed to it. I should have kicked against the whole mate bond thing in the first place. I shouldn't have believed the parliamentarians. I was a f..king fool to think I could just cut you out of my life. You mean too much to me." Zayne apologised as he gently stroked Layla's hair. 'He's sorry? He's actually sorry?' She thought as tears slid down her face without her control. 'Why does his apology hurt more than when I thought he didn't care about me? It's stupid. I'm stupid for crying. He's stupid for making my emotions a mess. How can he switch from one personality to another and then to another? And now he's saying I mean too much to him?! It's so unfair that he's causing me so much heartache.' "I know you hate me right now and you don't want to speak to me, and I understand, but I promise to make everything right." He whispered and brushed his thumb across her cheek, w