I woke up with a sinking feeling in my stomach. It wasn't just because I hadn't eaten much—a bowl of cereal and some fruits —but because I knew today will be another difficult day . Antoine's warning echoes in my mind has I prepared to head out. Who will want to employ a pregnant woman? But what choice did I have ? I have to survive. I had a child to think about now. I placed my hands slightly over my stomach and felt my child growing. "We are going to be fine." I whispered softly, hoping my words could erase the dread I had been feeling inside me The marketplace was very busy, with the scent of fresh bread and grilled meat, mixed with the underlying scent of sweat and heat. People rushed by ,merchant shouted over one another and the crowd bustled as if the world was still normal— for them at least. I scanned the job board, hoping to find something, anything to make a little money but every job either required heavy lifting or paid so little , it couldn't even cover my
LAYLAThe sound of Antoine's footsteps echoed down the stone corridor until it faded completely. His silhouette had long vanished, yes the sharp stab of betrayal he had left behind remained—a crown lingering reminder of his abandonment.How could he do this? Antoine, the perfect stranger I had trusted with my heart, had turned me over like a lamb to the slaughter. All those promises of keeping me safe, the naive hope that he had protect me were shattered in one swift act. I had been foolish to think I could rely on anyone, even him after what Drake had done to me.The darkness pressed in, thick and suffocating, broken only by my shallow breath and stifled sobs. I could barely see through the blur of tears as I sank the cold floor, my fingers clutching at the rough stone. How was I going to survive this? My thoughts were spiraling, dragging me deeper into despair. The only thing keeping me for breaking entirely was the gentler reminder of life blooming within me— the tiny heartbeat of
LAYLA The cold, damp walls of the cell seems to close in on me as the heavy metal door creaked open. I strengthened up, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. Footsteps. More of them this time. I wasn't sure I wanted to look, but I did anyway, glancing up to see several figures stepped inside. They were tall, broad shoulders, stern faces and expressions that looked like they were carved out of stone. The one who had spoken looked so tall , his face so serious. I sighed in relief, it wasn't the Lycan King. Before I could even draw a breath, rough hands grabbed me, yanking me up with a force that send a sharp jolt through my arm. I gritted my teeth, biting back a gasp. They weren't exactly gentle, not that I tell them to be. But they could have at least warned me though. I tried to pull back, struggling against their hold , but it was like fighting against steel. The more I struggled, the tighter, their gripped. My heartbeat quickened as they started to drag me out of the
LAYLAMy wrist throbbed where they had bound them behind my back, but the pain was nothing compared to the icy fear crawling up my spine. The lights from the torches flickered and there , at the end he stood— the Lycan King.I could see him only from behind at first. His back was broad, his stance one of absolute power. The long white sleeves he wore stretched over his shoulders clinging to muscles that bulged.His hands were clasped behind him, giving me a glimpse of his hands thick with veins and strength. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing a tattoo which danced in his lower arm. A king Cobra with spikes on its head.There was something unnaturally still about him, like a predator waiting to pounds on its prey.My heart hammered in my chest as he spoke, his voice a low, rumbling command that echoed through the hall reaching every corner at once."Why did you sneak into my pack?"I swallowed hard, but my mouth had gone dry. His words were rich, wrapped in a strange, terrifying
LAYLAI couldn't believe my ears. This was the condition he said he had for me to stay in his pack?He couldn't be serious. "Swear your loyalty to me, body and soul."he said, his voice like a low, dangerous growl. " Become my slave and we will have a blood bond,.... or leave my pack and never return."I froze, feeling the air leave my lungs. My body...? My soul?. I came here seeking for refuge, not... submission. Not this. I felt tears stinging my eyes again. I could hardly meet his eyes, but when I did, slowly and looking away quickly. All I saw was a fierce, cold person— someone who had no heart at all How could he say this ?That moment I wished for death."Please." I begged softly barely able to hold back the pain in my voice. "There must be another way. I can't have a blood bond with you, I once had a mate...please.""Another way?" His voice dripped with mockery. " And he rejected you, correct? I don't need to hav
LAYLA I woke up to the sound of loud snoring. It filled the room, breaking through the silence. The older woman— the one who had been keeping an eye on me , was asleep, deep in her dreams, completely unaware. I sat up slowly, hardly daring to breathe, as I watched her. This was my chance and it may be my only one.If I stayed here with her and all the others, I knew I would never truly be safe. Not when the Lycan King had plans for me and I didn't know what they were. But the things they said about him... they were terrifying. I'd rather keep running , keep wandering in the woods or even live in the human world than stay here and end up facing him and whatever plans he had for me. And I will never agree to the blood bond. Never.Death was more honourable than that.It wasn't his fault. It was Derek , Antoine and even the moon goddess who had pushed me into a game I couldn't play.Using me as a pawn in her chessboard.I took a slow, deep breath , my heart pounding as I stood up
LAYLAAs I was plunged into the dark murky water, the shock enveloped me,jolting my entire body with the intense coldMy heart raced and I could literally hear each beat in my ears. I forced myself to open my eyes, squinting against the murky depths.I wasn't alone.A figure floated just inches away, his gaze fixed on mine. Before I could react, he raised a finger to his lips, silently signaling me to remain quiet. I didn't even need to nod—there was something about him that commanded my obedience.I heard footsteps crunching above, voices whispering anxiously as they searched. For something. For someone."Are you sure she was here?" A man asked." Yessir." Another reply." Stupid damn omega had no scent." A gruffy voice added.My heart quickened—I'd thought I was alone . Who were those guys?The voices faded, but the man stayed momentarily, as if ensuring it was genuinely safe. Then, in one elegant motion, he broke the surface, prompting me to follow suit, gasping for breath as I st
LAYLAAs we got to the Packhouse, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. The immense structure stood high against the bright sky ,its imposing presence both awe-inspiring and frightening. Each stone seemed deliberately placed to show respect, representing the might of its ruler—the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. I haven't taken my time to have a look at the Packhouse since I arrived, I guess it's the biggest I have ever seen and no Alpha could boast of a Packhouse like this one.I risked a glance at him as he dismounted effortlessly, his figure intimidating that I quickly looked away.He didn’t look back to see if I would follow, but I was expected to. His presence commanded fear and respect in me, that all through the walk here ,I was very quiet.Clenching my teeth, I stood aside , my eyes roaming and seeing the guards stationed at various places. I didn't see them when I ran out this morning.I felt my heart beating fast as I followed him, each step filled with a sense of worry about
DEL MORINOAlong the path to the Temple of the Moon Goddess, the branches of tall trees made it difficult to see the silver crescent moon that hung high in the sky.The smell of flowers that were blooming at night filled the air and the sound of gentle footsteps echoed through the silence. With the murmurs of our entourage behind us, my mother sat beside as she held my hand warmly.Although the temple has long been a quiet location for prayer and tranquility I felt uneasy tonight. My six year old mind was restless.Something or someone hiding in the shadows seemed to be observing us as the cart went through the hard route to the temple.Mother had said that the rocks along the paths
It was just a few hours to dinner and my thoughts were racing against each other.At first, I thought it was just a joke but as I kept thinking about it, I felt so uneasy.At the moment all I had was stress and a pounding headache but being an alpha was supposed to bring dignity and power, isn't it?I kept thinking of the elder's warning: no Seal of the Moon, no pack security. And guess what? Layla had the key to that damned Seal.I guess so.Layla who most likely hated me now.Layla had sacrificed everything for me to pay he
I sighedThese Elders don't know me.They had spoken like I should be scared or something.Then I should run to Del Morino's pack and beg Layla to come back, kissing her feet and shedding tears.Nah.Just because I'm in danger, even little pups are constantly in danger.To look intimidating or at least that's what I hoped, I twirled a dagger between my fingers while lounging on the meeting room's enormous fur chair.As though their breakfast had been stolen the elders sat in front of me with their typical sullen expressions.
DRAKEI ignored the sunlight that poured in through my large windows.I lay sprawled on my velvet chaise and gazed at the ceiling's elaborate carvings letting my thoughts wander to things I'd prefer to forget.Layla.Her name evoked feelings I didn't want to confront like a whisper in my mind.I hate that I had seen her with Del Morino.Not that it mattered but the way she was, carrying herself with so much confidence and pride broke me in two.Not that I was hoping she had been a slave or something, but I had wished I was the one who had given her that luxury she w
LAYLAIt was a painfully quiet night. I sat on the edge of my bed staring out the window and down at the moonlit pack grounds.Del Morino and the strange visit to the other packhouse were circling in my head leaving me confused about thoughtsHe had presented me to Adrian as his mate in a way that seemed purposeful even to make Adrian jealous or something like that.He was trying to arouse the other side of Adrian.To make him stay away from me?It had to be that. I balled my fists rage brewing beneath me.
LAYLAA soft knock on the door woke me up the following morning. Groggy and so weak that even when I said."Come in." I wondered if the person outside heard me.But then Del Morino entered wearing a white shirt which was messily rolled up showing his bulging muscles and tattoos that somehow managed to make him appear both menacing and sexy.I groaned and looked away. The handsome devil wanted to make me drool over him."Good morning Layla." he said in a very smooth and normal voice." I wanted to give you a tour of the pack house today. You still haven't had a chance to see everything."I paused for a second, still taking in everything that had happened since coming here.
LAYLABreathing was difficult and no matter how hard I tried to turn my eyes away, I was still staring at him.As I gazed at Drake, the man that I once loved I felt my chest tightened, making it difficult for me to breathe and my vision suddenly became blurry.Never in a million years would I ever think that I would ever see Drake, that our paths would ever cross but there he was towering over those around him and radiating the same carefree charm that had first captivated me.A woman who could have been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself stood next to him her, laughter tinkling like bells as she held onto his arm.
DEL MORINOThe sight before me was enough to stop me in my tracks as the door creaked open and I entered the room.Layla stood in the center of the room, her damp hair falling over her shoulders and a towel tightly wrapped around her body I leaned idly against the doorframe, she turned around not expecting to see me.“Del!” she snapped her wide eyes to mine like a startled deer, keeping the towel close to her chest like a lifeline." Why are you in this room?I pretended not to understand what she was saying and raised an eyebrow.
LAYLA The room was a hive of activity as the maids worked diligently to prepare me for the bonding ceremony.My silver masterpiece of a dress shimmered like the moon. Every time the sunlight touched it the delicate embroidery glistened. The gown was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, its majestic train swept elegantly around me and it fitted me perfectly, hugging my curves and silently thanked the dressmaker. The gown was perfect for hiding my small baby bump.Attractive but modest the fabric embraced my body making it the ideal outfit for a Luna. But despite my attractive appearance, I was unable to get rid of the knot of anxiety that was twisting in my stomach. My hair was delicately pulled by the maids into an elegant style that was designed with tiny pearls. With a tiny mirror in hand, one of them stood back to examine their work. She smiled warmly."Luna Layla you look so beautiful." Luna Layla?It sounded odd as if I didn't own the title. Like they were referring to s