I apologise for not updating on Wednesday. I have been ill with the flu and only just starting to feel better now. I hope you understand and I will try and post an extra chapter soon. XOXO
Ayla POV “Alister went to your parent's flat looking for you; that's how Eric got hurt. If you had been there, he would have killed you, Ayla. I can’t live in a world without you.” His voice cracked. I leaned back so I could see Callan. His deep, rich eyes glistened with the tears he was holding in, and my heart wept to see this beautiful man looking so sorrowful. “Callan, nothing is going to happen to me. I will stay with you until we get this all sorted out.” “Really?” He asked, a tear slipped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. “Yes, if it will take one worry away from you, then yes, I will stay here until your father and Runduc are no longer a threat.” His lips captured mine, and his tongue pushed into my mouth, sweeping across mine and sending my mind into an explosion of excitement. His hand ran up my back, sending a shiver through my body. “We need to keep your parents away from the flat; Alister will use them to get to you. Micha knows someone who can extend their c
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
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 “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 “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
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
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
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 The sound of birds singing outside drifts through the open window, which allows a cool breeze to flow through the room. Callan's skin feels warm beneath my cheek as I lay on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. “Good morning, beautiful.” He grumbles; his fingers brush through my hair. His arm tightens around my body as he holds me close against him. “Good morning,” “How are you feeling today?” He asks. His hand travels down my back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine; sparks of excitement flick across my skin. “I feel better.” And I did; lying like this with Callan made me feel good, amazing even. My skin didn’t feel like it was on fire, and I no longer felt lightheaded. I felt full of energy. Callan gently sat up, pulling me up with him. “I have to go to training; are you sure you're ok?” “I’m fine. I need a shower, though; is that ok?” His eyes flashed black, and I felt my lips curling up. “You make this so hard.” He grumbled. Callan
Ayla POV Callan’s aftershave wrapped around me in a cocoon of safety; tingles ran across my lips as I felt him pressing his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered open, relieved at seeing his handsome face hovering above me, safe and untouched by Runduc. As I swung my legs out of the bed, it felt like my brain was spinning around inside my skull. I stood up wanting to get some of the food Callan had brought me, but the floor felt strange; my feet felt so heavy, like I had two bricks connected to my legs, which felt like two strands of spaghetti. My knees buckled, but thankfully I fell back onto the soft mattress, but that worry that was etched into Callan’s eyes earlier today hit me hard in my head like a train had crashed into my brain, my throat felt tight, and my chest began to burn. I didn’t want Callan to worry; he already carried the weight of the world on his shoulders because of me, and I didn’t want to burden him more than I already had, but as I leaned down to give him a kiss
Ayla POV Fire covered my skin, burning me from the inside out. My body felt drained of all its energy after today, and the fight to keep my eyes open was like fighting against a cyclone, useless. I climbed into Callan’s bed, grabbing his pillow and pulling it close to my body so I could smell him. God, I was so needy, but his aftershave made me feel calmer; it made my body uncoil, and all my muscles felt relaxed instead of tense and sore. I curled my legs up as an icy chill began to creep over my burning limbs, making my body quiver. My lips began to tremble as my teeth began to clang together. I pulled the duvet up, spinning around so it wrapped around my body like a burrito. As the coldness dissipated from my body and Callan’s aftershave settled my anxiety from not being near him, I soon drifted off into a restless sleep. My dreams feel so real once again; I can almost taste the fresh air on my lips and feel the breeze against my face. I look around to see I’m standing in the cle
Callan POV I could hear Micha behind me, following me back up into the pack house. I glanced back, noticing his brow wrinkled with worry. My phone began to vibrate against my chest. I slipped my hand into the inside pocket of my jacket, pulling my phone out and seeing John’s name. With everything that had happened today with Alister and his band of rogues, I had forgotten I had arranged for him to come and help upgrade the security of the pack house and the territory. But I was glad he hadn’t; I needed to make sure Ayla was safe from Runduc, especially now that he was recruiting wolves, and that if the witch's magic failed, I could still keep her safe. “John, are you here?” “Yeah, your guards won’t let me in, though.” He answered. “I’m on my way now.” I hung up the phone, stopping when Micha said my name. He lingered on the top step, unwilling to cross the threshold into the foyer of the pack house. “Cal, I’m gonna stay here and watch Alister; I don’t trust the slimy wanker. One
Callan POV I walked down the steep steps of the narrow hidden passage that connected the private quarters of the higher ranks upstairs to the foyer of the pack house downstairs; the exit to the hidden passage was concealed by the wall; on the outside, you couldn’t even see the join where the door was. My shoulders brushed against the stone walls, and I had to duck down so I didn’t bang my head on the ceiling. Most of the hidden passages are just as narrow and low as this one, but it makes moving around the pack house without being seen so easy. All the pack knows we have secret passages throughout the house, or at least they have heard stories about the secret passages, but only my family, closest friends, and most trusted guards know where they are exactly. I slip out without being seen; the door is hidden behind the stairs, making it harder to find and less likely to be spotted. I walk around the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing on the sandstone tiles that line the floor of
Callan 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