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 nodโthere 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 quickenedโI'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 rulerโthe 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 didnโt 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 MORINO I stood looking out of the window on the moonlit night, I couldn't stop thinking about Layla. The vodka in my glass wasn't cold anymore, just like how my heart felt.My other hand rested in my pocket, a habit I'd developed over the years to hide my clenched fist.The memory of Layla's attempted escape simmered in my mind, growing my anger. I could still picture her desperate eyes, but I quickly pushed that image away. Weakness was not an option; not now. The punishment I had imposed was necessaryโshe needed to grasp the repercussions of defying me.As I thought about her, the memory of my late mate, crept into my thoughts. Layla looked so much like her that it was almost scary - they both had bright green eyes and dark black hair. It felt like fate was teasing me, making me remember the person I had lost."Your Majesty," a soft voice broke into my thoughts.I turned to see a middle-aged maid, her silver hair neatly arranged at the back of her neck. "Dinner is served, sir
DEL MORINO Dinner had been cleared minutes before I heard the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps of the guards and something else which was light and the door was pushed open.I sat in my usual seat,draped in furs and arrogance, astwo of my guards practicallyshoved her forward. Laylastumbled, catching herself beforeglaring at them. I love that. If given the chance she had smack him on the head.She lookedworse, thinner than sheought to be, her cheekbonessharp and her eyes sunken and red which showed that she might have cried a lot. Thefire in those eyes, however,burned just as brightly as anything."Careful"' I growled at the guards."I didn't ask you to deliver herbroken."The guards muttered apologiestheir heads bowed as theystepped back. Not that I caredfor their excuses or for Layla My attentionwas entirely on Layla, who stoodher ground like a stubborn treerefusing to bow to the storm, she had even braided her hair.Nice."Leave us" I commanded with awave of
DEL MORINO It was raining heavily and the storm outside raged on,shaking the walls of my room.Lightening struck across the sky, illuminating my room in an instant. Itwas as if the weather shared thechaos inside my mind.I heard the thunder rumble even before I woke up with a jolt,drenched in sweat, my heart drumming in my ears, racing as if it could break free from my chest.It was the same dream. Thesame nightmare that had hauntedme for years. I wished it could stop but instead it continued stubbornly."Fay."Her name slipped from my lipslike a whisper, but there was noone to hear it. No spirits, nosaviors-just me and thememories. Memories I wanted to stop everyday but every night they reappear.I missed Fay. A lot. But the nightmares, I just wanted them to stop already. I knew one thing was fuelling them and it was my guilt , the power of not moving on was holding me back , feeding them every night. I rubbed my temples,trying to shake off the images which burned into
DEL MORINO The morning sunlight pushed through the tall curtains, castinga soft glow over my luxuriousroom.The cool morning air brushed in, making me welcome it all. I stretched lazily, a smirktugging at my lips. Last night hadbeen... entertaining. Tammy hadbeen eager to please, but thatwas to be expected. Women likeher always tried too hard, hopingto stay longer than l allowed.But right now, I'd no use for her ,just as I had no uses for other women I had met and slept with.I rolled over, expecting her to stillbe in bed. But my hand landed onan empty, cold sheet. Damn.I just hoped this was not an thief , not after dealing the other one who I'd banished.My eyes snapped open. Where had shegone? The twerp.I sat up and scanned theroom. There she was, by thedresser, standing in front of themirror like she owned the place.Anger surged through me. The audacity.She hummed to herself, herhands busy styling her hair intosome elaborate bun. The sightwas enough to a
LAYLA The guards were relentless, their hands like iron as they dragged me and the maid away from the room. My feet scraped against the cold stone floor, my heart pounding with fear and anger. I glanced over at the maid, her face pale and stricken with terror. She stumbled as they pulled her, her small frame no match for their strength.Behind us, the Lycan King stood tall,his presence commanding the room.He said nothing, not a single word,as they took us away. I looked back at him, my chest tight with desperation, but his expression was cold and unreadable."My King!" the maid cried out, her voice trembling with raw emotion.She twisted in the guards' grip, her eyes pleading. "Please! Have mercy! She didn't mean any harm! She-she didn't even know! Punish me, nother!" I said pleading on her behalf.The maid kept begging too, her voice cracked, the sound of her despair echoing in the corridor. I felta lump rise in my throat, but I refused to let tears fall.Del Morino's eyes fli
DEL MORINO I stood before the gilded mirror in my chamber, adjusting the tailored midnight-blue suit that hugged my broad frame with practiced precision.The silver embroidery on the cuffs shimmered under the light, catching the glint of my one visible eye. My left was still hidden beneath the mask-sleek, black, and unyielding,as much a part of me now as my very skin.The mask made others uneasy. That suited me fine. Fear was a tool, and I wielded it as deftly as any weapon.With a snap of my fingers, my valet scurried forward, his hands trembling as he presented my onyx cufflinks.He fastened them silently, his head bowed as if afraid to meet my gaze."Enough," I growled. He stumbled back with a muttered apology, and I turned sharply, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.The banquet awaited. The same banquet I had conveniently told Layla was postponed.I laughed silently to myself when I remembered the shock on her face, I guess even Lord Thomas will be surprised tha
LAYLA My fingers curled around the parchment Adrian had given me and when I set the mug down the tea was just lukewarm. As I tried to read the exquisite script, the ink continued to smudge beneath my fingers. It was definitely from Drake, the man I had once believed would be my mate but who had turned me down. I was baffled as to why he sent me this. How did Adrian get it anyway? I turned to face Adrian who had somehow gotten closer to me while I was absorbed in my thoughts. His eyes were unreadable and calculated as he stared at me. His normally composed manner felt more abrasive and menacing just like that of a predator circling its victim. A darker, more eerie quality had taken the place of the warmth that had once surrounded our friendship. "How do you know about this?" My voice shook a little as I waved the letter at him.How did you even get this from Drake?."Too controlled and too practiced Adrians lips curled into a tiny knowing smile. "Drake and I go way back." he said
LAYLA.The weight of Del Morino's words began to press down on my chest in the late afternoon. Del had gotten me a new chamber and I had pease here.I tried to distract myself by arranging books on the couch in different places and running my fingers along their spines But nothing was able to divert me from our earlier discussion. Little shivers of confusion ran through my mind as his voice continued to echo. I believed I understood the strain of living in his world and I felt really sorry for how unstable his life had been from the onset. I shifted uneasily on the couch and flipped through a book, hardly reading the words. My gaze was constantly drawn to the window. I exhaled and tried reading when I heard a knock. I quickly rushed there hoping it was Del but when I opened the door, I was kind of surprised "Adrian." I said surprise lacing my tone""Hey,Layla." He said quietly. "It's been a long time." I said, moving aside to give him access. I knew Adrian well enough to fee
LAYLA Sitting across from Del, I tried to quiet the raging mental storm but it couldn't go away. Carleton Antoine Morino. That name, I have heard it before but where? The name sounded awfully familiar.Del was staring at me when I looked up. He was waiting and I sensed it. He was waiting for me to ask, for me to say something that would cause a chain reaction. I was unsure of what to say. His name *that name* weighed a lot on my chest. Even though I thought I had heard it before, the memories were so distant and out of my grasp. Why did my heart race each time I thought about it and why did it seem so important? At last,t when I couldn't hold my questions any longer, I spoke barely raising my voice above a whisper. "Del I've heard that name before, especially the name Antoine. I am certain that I have. But I don't know where or why does it seem so familiar?"He shrugged and reached for a glass of water, took a sip and continued staring at me but there was something in his eyes.S
DEL MORINO I was staring out the window when I felt Layla's eyes pressing down on me. The room was flooded with moonlight, which created shadows on the walls that appeared to get bigger by the moment. I couldn't bring myself to speak, not just yet, so our silence dragged on longer than it should have. Sharing was never my style as a man. Not with anyone. Not her at all. But tonight something was different. I was now staring out of the window as I sipped from a glass of Martini. There was something about the way she was staring at me that suggested she genuinely wanted to know and understand me. It made the words flow out of me in a surprising way. For a moment I believed I could ignore itโpretend like nothing was wrongโbecause the air between us was heavy with unsaid words. Act as though I didn't have the urge to tell her the secrets Iโd long kept hidden. But I always pretended not to care. Isn't that the thing about me? As if I was independent. The silence was broken by Layla'
DRAKEIt felt like ages since dinner. The sound of cutlery clinking on dishes,Sophia's chuckles and her kind smile. The storm raging inside of me was cruelly contrasted with everything else. Tonight was supposed to be normal for me. I had shamefully returned from Corbin's pack into the waiting arms of Sophia, as I stared at her from across the table I remembered that my role was to pretend to be the man she believed me to be. But I couldn't maintain the persona for very long. It felt like an insurmountable burden was pressing down on my chest every minute I spent with her smiling and acting as though nothing was wrong. She talked about the delicious food but I could hardly hear her because I was seated across from her at the dinner table and my mind was elsewhere. Her tone was gentle, almost reassuring. I should have felt better after that. Rather it merely served to remind me of what I had just done. I told her a lie. I explained to her that I had been going about some business a
DEL MORINO I rushed into my chambers feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. I couldn't release the rage and sadness that were boiling inside of me. Even clenching my hands into fists didn't help. Terese was gone, just like my mother, the one person who had been by my side since I was a young child. When my father had pushed me off like trash, like I wasn't his son, when my mother was too sick to look after me, Terese was there.I slammed the door so hard that it shook violently. I ran my fingers through my hair as pain exploded in my chest.Piece by piece I could feel my heart breaking. I had the feeling that I was choking and was unable to breathe. She was more than just a nanny. How could she be gone? How could I have lost the one person who had always supported me? She served as a protector, a steady presence in my life during a time of instability. And she is gone now. Only the moon goddess knows what she had wanted to tell me I slammed my fist into the wooden d
DRAKEAs I arrived at Corbin pack gates, I felt the burden of the journey pressing down on me. The pulse of my rage echoed through my veins, and the roaring beats of my heart were too loud for me to ignore. They had taken Terese, my only hope of finding the Seal.I know Corbin more than anybody, and I was sure that the idiot was going to lie that he didn't take her away, but he didn't know that I had gotten first-hand information that she had been abducted by his men and held captive for reasons I didn't know, and I didn't care to know.I wasn't here to socialize or have a peaceful discussion. No matter the cost my only objective was to bring her back and get the damn Seal. I slammed the car door with a loud bang that reverberated through the silent forestWithout exchanging words, my guards silently followed me while their eyes scanned the area. Each of us was aware of our purpose. โRemain vigilant,โ I yelled, my tone steady but tense. โCorbin won't make things simple.โBefore we
DEL MORINO It was unbelievable to me. The words swirled around in my mind like a nightmare until I lost all sense of reality. Terese is dead?Although the guard had said it in such a casual manner, I felt as though the earth had been torn out from under me. My heart stopped and I felt cold. I needed him to say it again. It couldn't possibly be true. No Terese. No, not her. She was irreplaceable. โWhat are you saying?. Dead?โ I said my voice was hardly audible above a murmur. I wasn't even sure if I was saying anything. Everything seemed muffled and far away as if the world had closed me out. The guard's eyes were wide as he gazed at me bewildered. However I could only hear that one sentence repeated over and over.Terese is dead. My mind raced. I didn't want to believe it. It isn't possible.Not Terese though. She never stopped being strong, present and alive. I forced myself to pay attention and make sense of what was happening by demanding again.โWhat do you mean by she's dead
DEL MORINO A tiny smirk played at the corner of my lips as I watched Layla my Luna sitting across from me. She was looking at me with a soft inquisitive expression in her eyes as if she were trying to reveal layers I had hidden deep within. Since she was my mate, I couldn't hold it against her. Still there were some things I wasn't sure she needed to know and wasn't ready to share just yet. I had already surprised her earlier. I didn't expect her reaction when she realized I couldn't read because on the way she looked at me. It was utter surprise not sympathy or shock as if she had discovered a part of me that didn't match the image she had in mind. I should have dismissed it and offered an explanation but for some reason I didn't. I could see her thoughts at work during the long period of silence between us. I knew she wanted to ask more questions but she didn't press. And I loved that.More than I would ever tell herz I loved Layla's ability to respect my boundaries. It didn't