Step into the world of Ayla Thorne, a young woman who faces a sudden and dramatic upheaval in her life. Despite her hard work and dedication, everything she has built seems to crumble apart, and she is forced to move back to her hometown to piece her life back together. As she struggles to come to terms with this sudden turn of events, Ayla encounters a mysterious and strikingly handsome neighbour who immediately captures her attention. Despite her best efforts, she can't get him out of her head. Follow Ayla on her journey as she navigates the twists and turns of her new life, and discovers that even in the darkest of moments, there's always a glimmer of hope.
View MoreCallan POV An oppressive silence filled the room; the air felt heavy, and I could feel the weight of it pushing against me as I waited for the high priestess to explain her remark, my anger bubbling beneath my skin more and more with each silent second that ticked past. Good, what kind of an answer is that to her question? Of course I would give anything to save Ayla; if I had to move the fires of hell to make sure no harm would come to her, I would do it in a heartbeat, but the high priestess’s one-worded answer and her silence afterwards make all my alarm bells ring; it is like a siren going off inside my head, with a red flashing light and all. Rosie shifted on her feet, also feeling the heaviness of my fury that filled the room at the witch's blasé attitude; the material of her pants rustled loudly as she moved from one foot to the other. It was the only sound I could hear other than the witch’s heavy breathing. “Are you going to tell us how to protect her or not?” Eric asked th
Callan POV The banquet hall is warm, with all the bodies crammed inside, waiting for the pack meeting to begin; chatter from the pack fills the room. I stand at the front where the alphas from the past have, the housemaids had set up Alister’s throne on the small stage, probably from habit, but I refused to sit in it; all it stood for was tyranny and hate; as soon as this was over, I was burning it. I look to my right and see my mother standing proud with Freya, Eric, and Ron. And to my left are Micha, Pedro, Minister Robert, and my beautiful mate, the other half of my heart. Today had started amazingly; she had told me she loved me, but then Runduc and Alister soured my happiness. At least I could take comfort in knowing I had Alister locked up, and there was no way he was getting out this time. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice; this meeting has been a long time coming. I have a few things I would like to say. First of all, I want to pay everyone who works in the pack
Callan POV My heart stops beating, and time slows down as I watch a filthy fucking rogue dragging my beloved mate toward the forest, and I am powerless to stop him, unable to rip his throat out for touching my sweet Ayla, unable to kill him where he stands for scaring her half to death. My supposed half-brother stands in front of me, a red orb of magic hovering above his hand; he’s blocking my way to Ayla, mocking me for not being able to save her. If it weren’t for the 9 rogues holding me down, I would tear him limb from limb along with everyone else here; the stench of the rogues is overbearing; they smell like death, but their horrid smell doesn’t hide the smell of fear that is coming from Ayla. I don’t look at the man who shares the same blood as me; I don’t listen to his mocking words; I look at Ayla. If I die today, I want her to be the last thing I see. Her eyes go wide as she turns toward me; the beautiful purple flower that surrounds her pupil begins to glow, engulfing her b
Ayla POV My body froze as fear seized me. Callan walked toward the group of men; each one seemed feral and unstable. A few of them bared their teeth toward Callan, and some just glared at him, but the one thing all of them had in common was their hatred for Callan; I could feel it coming off them in waves of nauseating repulsion, and the feelings surged toward me, making my body burn. “He’s ordered me to stay in the car with you!” Micha growled. He punched the steering wheel, making me flinch, but I wasn’t afraid of Micha, just startled and thankful; his outburst seemed to help me shake off the feelings of the men standing in front of Callan; now I could focus on Callan and the situation. “Micha, who are all those men?” I asked. “Pack warriors, rogues, and Callan’s half-brother, who happens to be a witch.” My heart stopped beating as all the blood rushed to my ears. I finally managed to unbuckle my seatbelt, and before I could even think, I opened the car door. I heard Micha’s d
Ayla POV As I stepped into my bedroom, I froze in the doorway as I scanned my sanctuary; my stomach turned to stone, and I could feel my heart banging against my chest, causing pains to ripple with every beat. The air smelled stale, which was strange considering the curtain was wafting back and forth in the breeze from the open window letting fresh air into my room. All of my belongings were scattered across the room, every draw was opened and empty, and white fluff that looked so soft filled the floor, all of my clothes were thrown across the room, and my body began to shake as coldness washed over me, I carefully stepped over the threshold, tripping on one of my running shoes, but as soon as I entered the room that coldness that had clouded me turned to ice chilling me to my bones, the mirror that I kept covered up was empty of it sheet, fear clawed at my heart as my legs began to tremble, threatening to not hold me any longer, scribbled in my lipstick on my mirror where the words
Callan POV “That’s ok, Callan. I could see the way they were looking at me before, and their confusion was overwhelming.” My brow furrowed; the pack’s confusion was overwhelming for Ayla. “I could sense it.” She answered. “You really don’t mind if I tell the pack?” She smiled up at me, making my heart flutter. “No, I don’t feel afraid anymore. Ever since you gave me this, and I’ve been able to feel you. I feel like I could conquer the world.” My lips curled up as she placed her fingers against my mark on her neck, and a shudder ran down her spine. Seeing it on her beautiful skin made pride swell inside my chest. “We will tell them tonight. I will call a pack meeting.” She nodded her head and leaned against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, holding her close to my side. She weaved her fingers through the hand that was resting over her shoulder, and we made the rest of the journey back to her parent's flat in blissful silence; there was no need to fill the quiet with w
Callan POV “MATE!” A chill ran down my spine and all the hairs on my arm stood on end as the word ripped through the room. Micha turned to face me; his mouth had dropped open in disbelief, and his brows were raised high up on his forehead, creating a cascade of wrinkles. He stood up, pushing his chair back, making a loud squeaking noise as it slid against the floor; the whispers about Ayla had stopped now; the room was so silent I could hear Ayla’s heart beating fast. All eyes were now on Thomas, a pack warrior who had a reputation much like Micha’s. But I didn’t look at Thomas; instead, I looked toward the woman standing like a deer in headlights, shocked to see it was Alice, a timid she-wolf who had only just started working in the kitchen this week. Alice had just moved back into the pack house after losing her job and her home in town; Alister refused to help her because he thought she was a weak link in his pack, but I wouldn’t let any of my pack suffer. As soon as Alister left
Callan POV I wrap a towel around my waist and walk down the hallway back to my room and my sleeping mate. Fuck, I loved saying that, my mate. Today felt exciting, even though I had two powerful enemies threatening to take my mate away from me for their own selfish reasons. The day held promise and hope; my future was now something I could see, and I would be damned if I was going to let Alister or Runduc take Ayla from me because that’s what she was—my future. Her sweet voice swirled around inside my head, making my heart hammer against my chest, and my stomach flipped with excitement, and I knew that no matter what was thrown my way, nothing could take away how she made me feel, how I finally felt alive. *Callan, where are you?* “I’m here,” I answer as I walk into my old bedroom, closing the door behind myself. Ayla sits up, letting the duvet drop, revealing her beautiful body. Desire stirs seeing her ample breasts so perky as the cold air hits her nipples. “What time is it?” sh
Callan POV I strolled down the stairs of the pack house with a bounce in my step and the biggest smile on my face. I had never felt so positive about life as I did right now. The pack house no longer felt like a prison of my torment; the halls were no longer filled with memories of my father chasing me down them, and the rooms no longer held the memories of the beatings he would rain down on me for just being alive. Ayla had changed that; she had given me the greatest memory that I will forever cherish, and it was here, in this house I was once afraid of roaming. Now the house felt warm and full of love; the walls didn’t echo the reminiscence of a bad childhood; now they reflected her love and her kindness. The halls didn’t seem gloomy and obsessive; now they were bright and full of life. Not only did it feel like home now, but Ayla had agreed she would stay here until her life was no longer in danger, and the thought of spending every waking moment with her filled me with immense jo
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