Callan POV All the muscles in my body went tense as I soaked up the image of the pure beauty before me. My dream girl wore a tight red dress that clung to her beautiful body, letting me see all her curves. Micha placed his hand on her back and I felt a vortex of anger swirl inside of me. I didn’t like him being so close to her. In fact, I didn’t like anyone being close to her. “Ayla, this is Callan. He’s my other roommate.” “Hi, I just moved in with my parents, in the flat below you.” Her voice was like music, full of melody and warmth. I opened my mouth to respond to her but lost the words. I couldn’t believe it. It really was the girl from my dreams. Her light brown hair framed her beautiful face, it looked just as soft as I imagined it to be, her eyes locked onto mine, making my stomach somersault. I could see the purple flower swimming in the ocean that was the blue of her eyes. I felt mesmerised by her lips, the shapes they made as she spoke were so captivating, they l
Ayla POV I looked at the handsome man once again and felt my heart beat harder than it ever had before. He was the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on. His hair is dark brown, and it looks so soft I can picture myself running my fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, rich brown that made my knees turn to mush. His skin looked tanned, and his jaw had a dark stubble covering it, making him look roguish. You could tell that he took great care of his body, his shoulders are broad, and they look strong. He wore a white T-shirt with a brown leather jacket. I could see the T-shirt clinging to his body, hugging it and showing the outline of his defined muscles. I imagined myself running my tongue across his beautiful skin as I explored every inch of his body. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes connected with mine. It was like the world stood still, and it was only me and him. I could feel a surge inside myself and I knew this man was special, and I wanted him for mysel
Ayla POV As we left the warmth of the party, the cold night air hit me and I felt my head spin slightly. I had drunk far too much wine, but I was having fun. “I know where we should go.” Nicola cheered as she dragged me further down the street to another one of the clubs we used to go to when we were younger. This one still looked the same. The bouncer smiled as Nicola brushed her hand along his chest as we entered the old nightclub, and immediately I was hit with the smell of sweaty bodies all crammed together. I grabbed Nicolas's hand and pushed my way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. I loved to dance, and I rarely got to do it when I was with Marcus. He said I was like a whore, letting men gawk all over me as I danced, but I didn’t notice the men watching me. All I could hear was the beat of the music, I let it take over my body and I allowed myself to give in to its rhythm. Nicola pulled me closer to herself as she swayed beside me, her hips pushing into mine. I co
Callan POV I didn’t want last night to end. The girl of my dreams, literally, had walked into my life and flipped everything upside down. Her scent was the most mouthwatering thing on this earth and I craved it. Her lips looked so juicy all I could think about was how I wanted to taste them, to take her plump bottom lip between my teeth as I ravished her body. I had trouble committing to anyone when she was just a figment of my imagination, but now she was a real breathing goddess, how was I ever going to manage now? How could I live my life knowing my dream girl, my true mate, was out there, and I couldn’t have her because her life was more important to me than anything else in this world, and for me to have her, would mean her death. I couldn’t help but slip out of Pedro’s party and follow her. I had to make sure this was real, that it wasn’t just a dream, and what I found only made me want her more. She was hypnotic, the way her body swayed to the music ignited a fire deep inside
Callan POV As Micha drove us to the pack house, I sat mulling over everything that had happened the last few days. Eric was right, this elf had been hanging around in the woods around the house. And I was oblivious to him. I felt the giant ball of dread twist in my stomach as we got close to the pack house. Alister had made sure my life here was a living hell and now every time I had to come home I was reminded of that torture. If it wasn’t for my mum and sister, I probably would have given up the pack and left a long time ago, but they kept me here and now that I had met Ayla, I wish I had trusted my gut and just left. Then maybe my heart would have been spared the pain of rejecting the girl I had spent most of my life dreaming about. “Where’s Leon and Jack?” Alister snarled as we made our way across the drive toward the training field. “Good morning to you as well,” I answered. “Don’t be fucking smart with me boy! Why did you take them to the doctor?” I stopped walking and squar
Ayla POV Last night I met the most handsome, breathtakingly sexiest man alive, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. All day my thoughts were consumed with Callan, even when I tried to push him to the back of my mind, he found his way back to the forefront, distracting me from whatever I was doing. It was during one of those daydreams, where I was thinking of his big strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer to his body that I accidentally answered the phone to Marcus. I had ordered a new SIM card so that I could change my number, but it still hadn’t arrived yet and no matter how many times I blocked him, he just wouldn’t give up. I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. The thought of seeing Marcus gives me a sour taste in my mouth, but if I do this tonight, he will finally leave me alone once and for all. I walked out of my room and past my mum, who gave me a smile of encouragement. She agreed with me that Marcus needed to say whatever it was he had to say
Callan POV Today was worse than yesterday. Now I had finally found where that scent was coming from, and seen the face of the angelic voice I had heard, I was finding it even harder to concentrate. All I could picture was Ayla’s round and plump breast dripping with sweat and picture myself getting lost in her skin. I imagine her lips pressing against mine, and I keep replaying the way it sounded when she said my name, it was so sexy the way it sounded rolling off her tongue, so alluring and sexual. Usually, I struggle to leave the office or the work site. I let myself get lost in my work, but today, right now, I'm ecstatic to be leaving. Because I know when I return home, she will be there, I will get to see her sweet face and hear her euphoric voice. Today the minutes have painfully dragged by, and the unbelievable urge to be with Ayla has consumed my thoughts completely. The thought of catching a glimpse of her has my wolf eagerly pacing in my mind. He’s equally desperate to get ba
Ayla POVI was gobsmacked. I never thought in my wildest dreams he had cheated on me with 8 other women, but the more I think about it, it did make sense. Before I moved in with him, he always worked late, and I was never allowed to just show up at his flat, now I know it’s because he was busy with those other women.“Ayla please, they didn’t mean anything to me.”I stood up and pushed the chair back, it scraped against the beautiful dark wooden floor loudly.“Marcus, I came tonight because I think it’s better to do this face-to-face. We are over. There is no chance for us. I don't want to see you again.”I grabbed my bag and swiftly walked out of the restaurant. It felt good to say that to Marcus, a weight had been lifted off my chest. I felt hands grabbing my arms and pulling me backwards, my feet wobbled as I was pushed back into the solid wall, hitting my head.“I can’t lose you, Ayla. Please, I'm begging you. I love you.”He leaned into me, his breath brushing against my face whi
Ayla POV “Because Ayla, you are my mate. I would die for you.” A warmth spread through my chest, and my heart drummed wildly as Callan spoke. I searched his eyes, trying to see if he was joking, but all I saw was love and truth. He really would die for me. Thinking of Callan dying caused a sharp pain right through my heart. I never wanted any harm to come to Callan, literally or figuratively. “I like you too, Callan.” He chuckled and shook his head. He let go of me, letting his hand slide down my arm and clasped my hand so he could lead me up the stairs. “Let’s talk up here.” I relished the tingles that ran up my arm from his touch; I loved how he affected my body. As we walked into the penthouse, his mother stood up from the couch; her eyes went down seeing us holding hands, and her lips curled up into a bright smile that made my heart feel light. “Your sister is waiting for me; we are going to go back to the pack house to take care of things. But you will have to come back t
Callan POV Ron stumbled out of the pack house and collapsed onto the floor with a clamorous thud. Eric was already halfway across the garden before I could register what was happening, shifting back to his human form as he reached his father's side. “I need the doctor!” Eric screamed, his voice thick with panic. I bolted toward Eric and Ron, pushing my wolf back so I could help one of the men who treated me as his own. A deep gash oozed blood on the back of Ron’s head; the air smelled like copper and sweat. “I’m here; let’s get him inside.” Doctor Whitelock said as he ran past us into the pack house carrying his black medical bag with him. Eric gently picked his father up and carried him inside, placing him down on the sofa in the common room that the whole pack used. The doctor pushed Eric aside as he examined Ron’s head wound. “Will you be OK if I go and see what happened in the cells?” I asked, not wanting to leave Eric and Ron, but knowing something terrible had to have h
Callan POV *Rogues at the pack house!* Eric screams through the mind link. I look at Ayla, who is watching me. Her eyes sparkle as they catch the light that streams through the large stained glass window that floods the hallway with colour; her lips are pressed tightly together, and I can see the tension in her shoulders. I want to stay here with Ayla more than anything, but my pack needs me, and I refuse to let them down the way Alister did. “I have to go; can we talk again later?” She begins to shake her head whilst stepping back away from me; my chest starts to tighten, and my heart feels heavy. “Callan, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I nod my head as I step back, putting more space between us as I reel from her words; her eyes narrow and her brow pulled down, but I turn before she can utter another devastating word and head down the stairs and toward the forest. As soon as I’m hidden by the cover of the trees, I let my wolf burst forward, letting him take control. His ra
Ayla POV The man was lanky, but his shoulders were broad. He stepped closer, allowing me to smell the mouldy smell that seemed to surround him. He reached for my arm, grabbing it and squeezing it tight, making me cry out. “Get off me!” I cried. I snatched my arm back and out of his vice-like grip and slapped him across the face, feeling the sting across my palm as it connected with his cheek. The lanky man’s lips twitched, making my blood run cold. I slowly stepped back as his body began to shake, his legs bent backwards, making him fall to the ground. I could hear the echo of his bones as they snapped all around me. His face stretched, and as the skin pulled tight clumps of fur began to grow, covering a large snout. His hands dug into the mud beneath him, and as his hand clenched, his fingers disappeared and a large paw took its place. The man’s body twitched and jerked, his clothes shredded around him, and he was replaced with a dull grey and brown fur that seemed to stick toge
Ayla POV “I have to go; can we talk again later?” His voice makes my stomach flutter, and I’m finding it hard to resist him, but I still need time to think about this. I’ve just had an overload of information dumped on me, and I’m finding it hard to wrap my head around everything. I mean, how the hell can I be a nymph, although my dreams do kind of make sense now, or should I say the visitations I received regularly? And not only is Callan a werewolf, but he’s an Alpha; his friends and family are all werewolves, as are probably most of the people I work with, but again, it makes sense why I always felt like an outsider. Then there’s the fact I have an evil elf wanting to drain me of my blood all so he can free his evil imps from some prison realm, and because of that, Callan was seriously hurt; if he wasn’t found by Micha and Eric, then he would have died, and I couldn’t live in a world without Callan. Maybe it’s better that he stays away from me completely; then at least that way h
Callan POV All I can remember from Runduc’s attack is the searing pain that ripped through my side as his sword pierced my skin. And then nothing. Nothing until I felt her touch. It pushed warmth into my body and pulled me back from the brink of nothingness. Her voice called out to me in the darkness, guiding me home. I forced my eyes to open so I could see the face of the angel that had pulled me back from the oblivion that was going to engulf me, but all I saw was worry etched into her beautiful eyes as I briefly gained consciousness. I didn’t know how long I had been outside close to my demise, but I was eternally thankful that I had friends like Micha and Eric. It was them that found me. My room feels cold, but Ayla’s galvanising scent drifts toward me, igniting the fire that burns deeply for her. My bedroom door is wide open, so I have the perfect view of Ayla sitting on the sofa, but the distance between us feels like a chasm filled with falsity and trepidity. “What are you d
Ayla POV I scurried out of his room, leaving the door open so I could keep an eye on him or hear him if he called me. I just couldn’t be around him at the moment. My mind was working overtime; every time I saw his chiselled abs or firm pecs, I couldn’t think of anything other than running my tongue across every inch of his skin. I sat on the sofa, but I kept glancing back into the room. Callan was still sitting up against the pillow I had placed behind his back, his eyes were locked on me. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the card that Rosie had given me, and put her number into my phone before calling her. “Hello.” “Hi Rosie, it's Ayla. Are you free to talk?” “I am indeed. What would you like to know?” She sounded so cheery and preppy, I could picture her full red lips smiling as she spoke to me. “What am I? I always knew I was different, but I just thought I was an empath, just more tuned into people's feelings.” “You are a nymph, the last nymph, to be exact.” “How? Wo
Ayla POV “I’m what?” I asked. “The last nymph, that is why Runduc is after you, he wants you so he can harness your power. If he succeeds he will use it to bring his elves back from Dearrotara, the dark realm they were imprisoned in and if he does that, war will soon be on our doorstep, and every supernatural creature will be killed so they will be the supreme beings on this earth and once they have killed us all they will enslave mankind and turn our world into their new utopia, destroying life as we know it.” “That’s ridiculous.” “Ayla?” Callan’s voice made me stop talking. All the muscles in my back went stiff, I was unsure what to do. I turned to look at him but he looked so weak still, his cheeks had more colour to them and his skin wasn’t as pale as he was this morning but it broke my heart to see him that way. I stepped closer to the bed and leaned down so I was closer to his face. I placed my hand against his chest and felt those sparks run up my arm. “Yes it’s me,
Ayla POV My eyes snapped away from the man poking Callan’s side to Micha and Eric, who were both looking back at me. Micha’s lips pressed together and Eric held his arm across his stomach, holding his elbow with one hand whilst the other made a fist that covered his mouth. “What do you mean?” I asked. Micha took a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks as he let it out. “Runduc, the man you have been dreaming of isn’t just a dream, Ayla, but an ancient elf, who for some reason is after you. Callan has already scared him away once before but-” “What do you mean Callan scared him away once before?” “The night you thought you had a nightmare and Callan stayed with you. It wasn’t a nightmare. That was real Ayla. Callan has been doing everything he can to protect you.” Eric answered. My head began to spin, I leaned back perching myself against the windowsill while trying to piece together what Micha and Eric had just said. “You mean that Runduc isn’t just in my head. When he a