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 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 necessary—she 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 It was the singing of the stupid birds outside that woke me up. The sunlight dancing into the room and settled on my face.My eyes snapped open and what happened last night stuck me like a bad movie that had refused to go away.I remembered. I had gone to apologize to Del Morino. A brief sorry, a swift retreat and perhaps some freedom from my guilt were all that was expected of me. However no. What I got was the sight of him laughing carelessly while standing with another woman. His hand had been on her arm for too long and she had laughed too loudly. I shook my head and hissed under my breath as though that would help me forget the memory.. " Ridiculous. I dont care about him or how her feels. " I muttered .But even I found that lie hard to believe. I padded to the bathroom to take a quick shower after getting out of bed. Though the nagging irritation of remembering him and the woman persisted but the warm water helped calm my nerves. I hastily came out of the bathroom
LAYLA Adrian's words kept replaying in my mind, filling me with uncertainty and fear too His calm and deliberate voice made me doubt everything I believed about my parents. But no matter how hard I try to doubt , I felt a part of me believing and wondering what part of my life was a lie or a mess too.The trust about Del Morino, about me. But not really. I couldn't accept it. It was so unbelievable. No matter what Adrian believed he knew or what he thought, my parents couldn't have caused Del Morino's mother's death or whatever he said, at least not in the way Adrian said. My parents were the Guidaians Of The Moon. They have killed rogues wolves . But murderers were far from it. It just wasn't pissed.I sat staring out of the window and my head began to pound. Maybe from thinking about all this too much or maybe from the slap Del Morino had given me last night. I didn't know, so I just shut my eyes and rested my head on the headboard I should have asked Adrian where he was goin
At first I wanted to laugh . Was this some kind of joke ? But I felt like I had been hit by a rock and I blinked severally trying to understand what he was saying.With so many questions swirling in my head. Adrian's words felt like I had been slapped and hearing this was so unbelievable.Hilda and Gilbert Montez killer his mother. The words pierced my heart like pieces of broken glass.Those names didn't sound strange to me and those people weren't strangers either, they were my Ma and Pa. They were the most caring and kind hearted people I had ever known . Tears after their death and so many people in the pack still spoke highly of them He just can't stand there and accused my parents just because they weren't here to speak for themselves."Liar ." I spat and jumped out of the bed despite the pain I felt.But Adrian remained composed, his intense stare never faltering. The weight of his silence hung heavily in the air between us. "You can't just tell me something like that an
LAYLAMy heart hammered as my eyes danced in my head.I looked at Del Morino and at that very moment I just wished to die.There was a hint of surprise in his eyes and as his eyes roamed over me , taking the torn dress, my disheveled hair and wild eyes, a smirk crept up his lips."Well, well, well." He drawled." Pocahontas is running away. Again.""Stay away from me." I said, my voice trembling and my knees felt like jelly and I hoped the little strength I had would keep me standing." Of course I'll. I don't want to ruin my suit." He sneered. " This is the second or third time you are running away and our path kept crossing. " He took another step towards me. " Do you know how to get away from me next time ? Turn to a cockroach and vanish."I thought he was done with what he was saying when a stinging slap came in both my cheeks in such short moment that I saw my soul leaving my body."You're coming with me Pocahontas." He said and made to grab me when I felt someone come up behind m
LAYLAI ran my legs going faster than I thought , the wind brushing through my face.The shrubs and thorns brushed through my legs, bringing out blood but I didn't stop, the sky was without a moon but I didn't stop either.I kept running my lungs were burning but this was my only chance, my only chance of freedom, to escape from Del Morino.I had overheard one of the guards saying something about the woods leading to another pack that was the northern border .if I ran very fast or if a kind of miracle happened and I was able to shift at least, I would be at the pack by midnight.But shifting was impossible.According to what I heard too, the northern pack was the safest anyone could run to, and it also shared border with the human world. My throat tightened ,my heart was pounding and I could literally hear it and my legs felt like jelly but the fear of being caught again fuelled my courage and pushed me deeper into the woods.I wondered what the human world would be like, would the
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 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 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
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