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 MoreFreya POV I can feel my heart pounding against my chest, my stomach is churning like there’s no tomorrow, and my hands won't stop trembling. Sickly saliva keeps flooding my mouth, so I swallow it back down, refusing to let my nerves get the best of me. The smell of mildew is drowned out by Eric’s scent, which is driving me wild; I can see why Callan is always sniffing Ayla now. An awkward silence fills the room; I keep opening my mouth to say something, but I quickly close it, afraid my words will come out all jumbled. It’s just me and Eric now. Doctor Whitelock left Eric in my care 30 minutes ago, and all I have been able to say since then is erm, when Eric asked me how I was after my father arranged to have me beaten to a pulp. I still have nightmares of that day; faceless people haunt my every thought. Well, that is until Eric is close by; he chases away all my fears. “Freya, I will be okay if you want to go and check on your mum.” His words seem to snap me out of my own mortify
Micha POV Silence filled the room as the curling wisps of scarlet mist rose from the vial in Rosie’s hand. I glanced across the room at Cora; her mouth was open, and her deep, shallow breaths made her chest rise rapidly. I turned to look at my dad; his eyes were locked onto Cora, watching her carefully, but I could see the rage ticking in his jaw as he clenched it. Callan sat beside Ayla; he had his arm wrapped around her protectively, and I could see the way he kept glaring at Rosie; his back was rigid, and I knew Callan better than I knew myself; he wasn’t just worried about finding out we had all been lied to our entire lives and that Cora had been under a spell created by his father so he could take over our pack; something else was going on with him. Ayla gave him a small nudge, making him look down lovingly into her eyes. I never thought I would see the day of Callan truly happy, but Ayla made him smile without even trying. She made him happier than I had ever seen before, and
Callan POV Deafening silence filled the room; the only sound I could hear was the rustling of Dr Whitelock’s shirt as he gently moved around Eric, meticulously checking his wounds, which were now healing fast, much to my relief. “You think he used a spell to replicate the mate bond?” Freya asked our mother, her eyes never leaving Eric, though, as she watched what the doctor was doing. “I am positive. I never really loved your father; it was more of an infatuation in the beginning. It was nothing like what I felt for Pedro. As soon as your grandfather found out about it, he insisted I accept him, telling me how blessed I was to be given a fated mate by the goddess herself, and that was when the feelings came, after I accepted him as my mate, but the feelings I had for him felt unnatural, like they had been planted inside my mind.” “So you and my dad were a thing?” Micha asked. Mum nodded her head, swallowing what seemed to be a large lump in her throat. “Then how did he end up bein
Callan POV A fresh swell of fury pulsed through me, racing through my veins, making my blood boil, and causing my skin to sizzle. Alister stood smiling at me while the stranger he called son began to pace in front of me. His hand flicked forward, sending the red spark that flickered across his fingers just a second ago toward me, but because Minister Robert had spent the last month training us how to defend against magical attacks, I expected that and slid to the left, letting the red spark skim past my body. I could feel the heat from it grazing against my fur, and the smell of burning plastic stung my nose. “Enough. No one will be fighting today. I just wanted to come and see how my pack was doing and to return something to you.” Alister interrupted. I didn’t take my eyes off Alister’s other son; the corner of his lip twitched into a half-smirk, and his eyes had an inner glow that screamed wickedness. I bolted toward him, crashing my large frame into his skinny one, sending him
Ayla POV The large man's hands gripped my arms firmly, but he didn’t squeeze as he pulled me away; he was quite delicate, which surprised me. We began our walk back toward the house, the smell of the wildflowers and the woodsy scent of the trees becoming fainter the closer we got, and as the trees began to thin out, replaced with the smell of freshly cut grass and roses. I glanced over my shoulder hoping to get a glimpse of Callan but instead saw the hulking black wolf I had met once before when Callan’s father had made him turn to stop him from hurting me. That ferocious beast flashed through my mind, but the fear I felt that night no longer accompanied the memories; now I felt awe when I gazed upon it. Callan’s wolf was enormous; his paws looked bigger than my head, and the muscles on his legs showed that Callan was powerful, but I had heard all about Callan’s father, and the fear that had been pushed deep down into my stomach because Callan had chased it all away by being with me,
Callan POV My stomach dropped as a chill ran up my spine, making goosebumps prickle across my skin. Alister was here, and so was Ayla. “Take Ayla to my mother and sister and get the beta to meet me outside the boundary wall.” “Yes, Alpha.” I stepped forward but felt a tug on my arm, stopping me from taking another step toward Alister. “No, Callan, don't go,” Ayla begged. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears; all I wanted to do was wrap her in my arms and make everything better for her, but the urge to keep her safe from Alister was stronger than my need to hold her. Not only did I have the elf to worry about, but Alister was also a threat to Ayla; he knew Ayla was my mate, and if he wanted to hurt me, he knew all he had to do was hurt Ayla, but I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe from both of them. I cupped her cheek and ran my thumb across her soft skin. “Ayla, I have to. He will kill everyone here if I don't stop him.” Her face paled; I nodded to the guard who had
Callan POV “How old is the house?” Ayla asked as she walked around the banquet hall looking at the carvings in the wooden beams that ran up the walls. “My pack has owned the land since the 14th century; over the years, more and more has been added to it, and renovations to preserve the building have brought it into the 21st century. This part of the building dates back to the Tudor period. Each Alpha has added to the house over the centuries, making it what it is today.” She ran her hands across the dark wood, intrigue filling her eyes as she leaned in closer to admire the craftsmanship. “And through here is my favourite part of the house.” She walked toward me, but her head rolled back to admire the beautiful arched beams that created a stunning masterpiece above us. “What’s up there?” She asked, pointing up to the balcony that ran across the room. “That is where the Alpha would stand and address his pack; it has a hidden door that leads to the Alpha’s quarters.” “Really? Ar
Callan POV “Ayla, you don’t know how happy I am that you accepted Callan.” Freya squealed as she threw the car door open. Ayla looked at me and smiled as she took her seatbelt off and climbed out of the car. Freya threw her arms around Ayla, and Ayla wrapped her arms around my sister in a loving embrace that made my heart feel full. “Welcome to the family, sunshine.” Micha winked; he threw his arm over Ayla’s shoulder and began to walk with her toward the house; my chest buzzed as a growl rumbled in my throat. “Callan, enough!” My mother scolded as she scooped her arm through Ayla’s and led her inside, followed by the entourage that had come to greet my new mate. “Your room is getting redecorated at the moment, sweetheart, but Callan’s old room should be comfortable enough,” I could hear her saying as the door closed behind them all. I grabbed Ayla’s bag from the boot of the car, but I couldn’t help the wide smile that filled my face. My family had fully accepted Ayla, and I c
Callan POV Driving back home to the pack house felt different now that Ayla was sitting next to me; that feeling of impending doom had vanished; now I felt light; I could literally feel Alister’s iron fist unclasping from around my throat. The sun was still low in the sky, but it warmed my skin as it shone through the car windows. I turned toward Ayla, admiring how her hair glistened as the sun shone on her, golden streaks illuminated like slivers of silky ribbon. She looked so beautiful and so pure. When I looked at Ayla, all my problems seemed to fade away, and when she touched me, all my troubles vanished, and only her beauty remained. The feeling of dread raced through my mind, and I couldn’t have felt happier about it; feeling her emotions as if they were my own created a fullness in my heart. All that was left to do now was for Ayla to mark me and complete the bond; then I would be able to hear her sweet voice in my mind and find her wherever she went. But I wasn’t entirely sur
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