Ayla POV My stomach felt heavy still, my nightmare had unsettled me. I finished my coffee, washed my cup and left it to dry and quickly tidied away the mess from last night before getting ready for another day of trying not to stare at Callan and do some work. The work distracted me. As I was leaving the flat, Callan, Micha and Eric were all walking down the stairs from their penthouse, laughing and talking to one another. “Good morning sunshine. Why don’t you come with us to save your petrol?” Micha beamed. He was always so cheerful and happy. I glanced at Callan who was watching me closely. I felt my cheeks heat up so I quickly looked at Micha, needing to get away from his gaze. “It’s OK.” “Nonsense, it’s silly we all live in the same building, and we’re all going to the same office. Come on, I’ll carry your bag.” He grabbed my bag and swung it over his shoulder and began to prance down the stairs dramatically, making me laugh. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You know Micha is a
Ayla POV All the hairs on the back of my neck and arms prickled. I looked up again, but the office was empty. It was just me. I stood up and looked around, making sure no one was hiding and just playing a trick on me, but I was alone. “I’m just tired,” I told myself as I sat back down. The sound of metal scraping against metal made me shoot up from my chair, it sounded loud and so close to me that I knew it was not in my imagination. “Who’s there?” I asked, hoping it was just Micha messing with me, hazing the new girl. The room turned cold as my name was whispered again. This time it was in my ear, I felt the hot air from the person's breath. I spun around but no one was behind me. “Ayla, are you OK?” Eric asked. I hadn’t even heard the elevator doors opening or his footsteps as he stood behind me. “I thought that, have you just got back?” “Yes, what is it?” His brows furrowed together as he looked at me, causing deep wrinkles on his forehead. “I’m just tired. I had a bad d
Callan POV I can hear her giggles seeping through the floorboards, hearing her laughter fills me with a warmth I didn’t know existed, and knowing she is safe inside her flat fills me with relief, I would feel better if she was beside me, but that’s too soon. First I have to figure out a way of protecting her from Alister whilst figuring out how I take control of the pack. I look at my friends sitting opposite me waiting with anticipation at what I am about to tell them. “The other day when Minister Robert pulled me to one side and told me about Alister’s plans with Freya, he also told me it was time for me to take control of the pack. He has given me until the end of the month, and then he will take the pack from my dad. If I let him take the pack and give it to me, I would appear weak to other alphas and I can’t challenge him for it because he would fight to the death and I can’t lose my mum. What am I going to do?” “Well, when it rains it pours,” Eric said. “What about a pack
Callan POV I turned around and saw Ayla sitting up. Her top clings to her body and a light layer of sweat covers her skin, making it glisten in the moonlight that is shining through the window. “Ayla, I’m sorry I heard you screaming and thought you were in danger.” “I’m sorry I was having a bad dream. Thank you for coming to save me though.” “Are you OK?” I asked as I moved closer to her bed. “I am now. I’m sleepy. Will you stay with me, so I don’t get scared? I feel safe when you're near me.” She yawns as she lays back down. My heart pounds in my chest and a large smile fills my face hearing that I make her feel safe. “Of course.” A soft snore comes from the bed as a creak from the floorboard comes from the hallway outside her room. I quietly moved across the room and slipped out of her room. “What happened?” Micha asks. “The elf is definitely after Ayla. I found him standing over her stroking her face, he said he wants her,” I whispered, but I could hear the anger behind
Ayla POV I can feel his fingers trailing up my body through the duvet, but I can’t move. My body is frozen. The tall dark figure stands above me looking down as I lay paralysed. He runs his fingers down my hair, brushing it away from my face as he leans in closer. “You are quite remarkable.” He whispers as he leans closer to my face. I can’t make out any features other than his yellow glowing eyes, but they aren’t like normal eyes, they are slanted, like the eyes of a cat, beautiful and elegant, his iris and pupils seemed oval in shape. I feel pressure on the bed as he places his hands on either side of me, trapping me between my mattress and duvet. He tries to press his lips against mine, but I manage to turn my head, as his lips touch my cheek and a bitter chill runs through my body. He grabs my face, squeezing it and leans in once again. “No please no!” I cry. He backs away slightly, his eyes boring into mine. “You don’t have to be afraid of my Ayla, at least not yet anyway
Callan POV “I believe the girl he is after is a fated mate!” My body was cold as fear thundered down on me. My scalp prickled as the fear swelled inside my heart. Alister knew. He had found out Ayla was my mate. “So, is she Eric’s mate?” Alister asked. “What?” I asked, my fear now gone, now all I felt was rage heating my blood making it bubble beneath my skin. “Leon has told me how much you all dote on the girl, how you are at her beck and call, so one can only assume she is the mate of one of you. Eric isn’t here this morning, making me think she is his mate.” “No!” Micha placed his hand on my chest and pushed me back. I could see a sickening smile curling across his lips. “Yes, she is Eric’s mate, and we have sworn to help him protect her from the elf.” My chest began to vibrate as I suppressed the rage at everyone’s words and bit back the growl that was threatening to rip from my throat. Alister’s eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed together. *Shut the fuck up Callan.* Mi
Callan POV The garage had a few cars still parked inside but Ayla’s red Mini Cooper had gone. Time seemed to slow down knowing she wasn’t here. I needed to get to the office, so I could see her with my own eyes. I needed to know she was safe. I could smell her sweet scent in the elevator as it reached the seventh floor and the heaviness on my chest lifted. But something Micha said screamed at me, and as much as it was going to kill me, I was going to have to avoid Ayla as much as possible. I didn’t trust all of the wolves in my pack, which was sad, and what was sadder was that I couldn’t trust the wolves I worked with. Now that he knew Ayla was mated to one of us, he would have upped his game watching us and if he got the slightest suspicion we had lied about who Ayla really was to me, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. I stepped off the elevator and gave Ayla a small nod of my head, but I walked right past her, shutting my office door and locking out her scent. She stood up from her
Ayla POV The group of men dispersed from the desk and either sat down to do some work or left to go and manage one of the sites. Usually, Callan would stay in the office, but today it was Micha and Eric who stayed behind. I could see them both glancing over at me as the day went on. It felt like there was something they weren't telling me, that they were whispering among themselves. “What is up with you two?” I asked, not liking the tension that had built up in the room. Micha sat down in front of my desk and Eric came out of his office leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Nothing, why?” Micha asked. “I feel like I’ve grown a second head, and you don’t know how to tell me. Was it because of last night, did I wake you up as well?” Micha smiled and nodded his head whilst Eric moved out into the room and toward the coffee pot. “It’s fine Ayla, we were worried about you.” “I fixed the lock for you. I didn’t know where you had gone though. I
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