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~ QUADE ~Who’d have thought the day would come when I will work with him?When Layla told me she trusts Julian, I didn’t think it would be him. Heck, I was thinking he was dead just like everyone else.The problem is he knows things I don’t want anyone to know.“Quade…” Layla murmurs as she turns in her seat and places a hand on my thigh, running it up my leg. She has an effect on me, one I wish she didn’t – one she shouldn’t. When the truth comes to light, she’d despise me with every fucking fibre of her being.I smirk humourlessly at the thought as I take a sharp left.Then I best not let that truth come out, no matter what. As for Julian, he won’t say anything because he ain’t no saint either. So, we’ll both simply carry on. Even if not everything I say is the truth, I do care for her. He would know that.Besides, he only knows the tip of the iceberg of secrets and lies that I have hidden behind the shroud of darkness that surrounds me.Fate sure does throw us into one another’s pa
~ LAYLA ~My eyes fly open, instantly realising that a strong pair of arms are wrapped around me. Memories surge forward as I try to comprehend where I am. Flashes of Logan forcing himself onto me makes my blood run cold. A scream rips from my lips as I dig my nails into his arms, my eyes stinging with tears.He raped me! He raped me!I shove him away, managing to throw him off the bed as I stagger off it, my heart pounding as I look down at my naked body. I’m only wearing my thong. What did he do? What exactly happened? No!My head hurts, my entire body trembling as my eyes dart across the room, looking for my dress.“Layla.”“DON’T TALK TO ME!” I thunder, my eyes burning with rage as I turn and look at the man who stands up from the ground. Confusion flashes through me as I realise it’s not Logan but Quade who stands there – fully clothed, although his shirt looks rumpled.My breath hitches as I cross my arms over my breasts and step back.“What? Wait, what am I doing here? Why are y
~ LAYLA ~“I know, I forget that. Sometimes it’s hard to just do that…” I whisper as I look down at our combined hands. “When I woke up, all I remembered was him in the car trying to force himself on me, and then I panicked, horrified that maybe he did something to me.”“He won’t be able to. You got me, and you seem to have Quade too.”“Alpha King Quade.” I correct, although this is Julian, he’ll show respect only if he wants to.“Not my alpha.” He shrugs.“He’s the king?” I remind him.“Don’t care.” He gives me a pointed look and I smile, shaking my head. Yeah, that’s the Julian I know.We reach home shortly after and I lead the way inside.“Luna!”“Nadia, where is Logan?” I ask as she fusses over me.“He’s been upstairs in his room all day, but he has been on the phone,” she whispers, rolling her eyes.I nod, turning to Julian. “Wait here for me.”“Not happening.” He brushes past me when I grab his arm.“Julian-”“He’s tried to sexually assault you twice. I’m not letting you go anywh
~ LAYLA ~“Alpha King Quade…” Uncle trails off as he looks at Quade before lowering his head. “I… it’s an honour and a surprise to see you here.”He sure doesn’t look honoured.“If only it was on better terms, wouldn’t you agree? I’m the one who put this loser in that fucking state because he tried to rape your niece. And you believe him. What a shame. I’ll be talking to the council myself; I’ll make sure not only is his title of alpha revoked, but that he’s thrown in prison.”“I…” Uncle looks at Logan, frowning slightly. “I apologise on his behalf.”I stare at him in disbelief. He’s looking at Quade.“Really, Uncle? I’m the one who needs the apology, not the King!” I hear a small ‘hmph’ from outside and glance over my shoulder at Julian, rolling my eyes. He’s smirking slightly, something that makes me want to smile. Like me, he can see how ridiculous this is.“It’s a lie.” Logan denies.“We’ll decide that in court then,” Quade replies. “I will meet the elders.”“I will organise a meet
~ JULIAN ~“Understood.” I cut the call, slipping my phone into my pocket as I walk upstairs, taking out my gun.“Julian…” Nadia looks at me worriedly.“Stay out of the way,” I order her. Quade’s men will be here soon, but until then, I’ll keep Logan here. Keeping my gun out of sight, I poke my head into his room. “There’s been a change of plans. You can stay here. You, Blackwell, can get the fuck out.”“Respect boy!” Drake thunders.“I don’t show fucking dickheads respect. Now get the fuck out or I’ll kick you out the fucking window.” I raise my gun, and he instantly pales, glancing at Logan who is trying to edge out of bed. “Stay the fuck where you are, Dartmouth.”He stops moving as Drake swiftly crosses the room. “It’s going to be fine; I’ll have backup come over,” he says to Logan before leaving the room.“You heard him. Backup is on the way! I’m the Alpha. You are going to be punished for this,” Logan sneers. “Tell me what this is about and I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”
~ LAYLA ~Julian’s cold scoff breaks the heavy silence.“That was a pretty quick jump to marriage. Is that all the Lycan King has? I mean, we’re not even going to try to get this win in court. Instead, you’re going to just give up and resort to marriage? Unless, of course… that was the plan?” he asks, his voice as cold as the frostiest nights of winter.Quade’s brow creases slightly. “Do you really think I’d make a decision so lightly? Unlike you, who perhaps can act on impulse, my every move is thought out.”“Exactly my point. Was this a calculated plan? That’s what you're good at, right?” Julian counters, his eyes full of hostility.“Hey… ok, both of you stop. I’m not being forced into anything. It’s an option that Quade is presenting.” I reach for Julian’s arm, but he looks at me with such aggression that I retract my hand, my heart skipping a beat.“Layla, think about it. It doesn’t need to be anything permanent. We have a goal and as alphas, I know what it means to do anything for
~ QUADE ~I sit back in my seat, one ankle resting on the other knee, my eyes cold as I swirl the liquid in my crystal glass, absently watching the man in front of me scream for mercy as one of my men slices open his back with a spiked whip.Blood mars the ground, a pleasant sight to satiate the anger I feel towards him.“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have let her in! Please forgive me, I’ll- I’ll do anything! Please!” he screams.I raise an eyebrow. “When it comes to betraying me, no matter how small or big, there is no mercy. You let her in when my orders were clear.” I take a gulp of my drink before I stand up and walk towards him, every step I take echoing in the dark warehouse. Calculated and powerful like a predator stalking his prey, and just like a prey does, he cowers in fear.I crouch down in front of him as I slowly drink the rest of my whiskey before tilting my head.“She took something of mine, and now that’s caused me more work,” I whisper, my voice so calm, yet it holds the wei
~ LAYLA ~“Come here.”I raise an eyebrow at Julian’s command. He’s been grouchy all morning, and although I want to tease him, he’s gone back to calling me ‘ma’am’ which I now take as a sign that he is pissed off.I walk over, my coffee in hand. “Don’t get used to ordering me about. I think I might prefer the ma’am,” I remark mockingly.“Yeah, soon it’s all you’ll ever hear me call you,” he replies moodily. “So, remember with that fire there was a 3-minute gap in the footage, and we were looking into if either Logan or Drake contacted one another?”“Mhmm.” I nod as I perch at the edge of the two-seater sofa he’s sitting on, his legs are parted as he balances his laptop on one thigh not leaving much space, the other around a can of cola.“Well, there was nothing. However, at ten minutes before the fire, Dartmouth was caught on camera on a phone. According to his phone records there were no incoming or outgoing calls, but if you look closer…” He pulls up a blurry picture of Logan on the
~ LAYLA ~I swallow as I watch him make his way over to me, his cold eyes trained on mine, his face devoid of all emotions. The dim light casts sharp shadows across his face, only making him appear more ominous.His eyes trail over me and my stomach twists with nerves, realising in this position my night dress is not covering my panties and if it wasn’t for the gown I’m wearing, it wouldn’t be covering my ass either.I keep my eyes fixed on him as if looking away might make him snap and decide to tear me apart. He walks over to me until there is only a mere few inches between us, my breasts lightly crazing against him every time one of us breathes.There’s something wrong with me… I’m terrified, yet at the same time, my body seems to be extra sensitive to every brush or almost caress of his body against mine.“I really didn’t think you, of all people, would turn out to be such a conniving little snake.” His voice is cold and chilling as he glares into my eyes.“I learned from the best
~ LAYLA ~Silence.But even in that silence, I see the deadly shift in Quade’s eyes, the way his aura sends a chill through the room and… through me.If he orders me now, I won’t be able to win against him or his men. I have to act now!“She was dying, and her crime wasn’t that bad that she deserves death.” I don’t trust Nikita entirely, but I am not letting them kill her.I rip free from Eddie’s hold as I stride across the room to the shocked Nikita.“You know nothing of her crime,” Eddie says quietly.“Are you stupid?” Nikita hisses. “You’re as good as dead now, too.”I ignore her as I turn my attention back to Quade. My stomach twists at the unbridled rage on his face. I swallow.“Can I speak to my husband privately?” I ask the room, not wanting to anger him further. I’m already in boiling water.All eyes shift to Quade waiting for his command, the cold reminder that I am indeed alone in this place. Goddess, has Julian moved in yet? I wish he was here. I could use his help right ab
~ QUADE ~That was the wrong answer, even if it was the truth.Something in those gorgeous blues changes. It’s almost as if I can see right into her soul through them, see something shatter, and this is the very reason lying to her is better.“So, all along, what you really wanted wasn’t to help me because of who my father was but to bridge the pathway to the Sapphire Pack… Well, congratulations, you got what you wanted.” Her smile is forced. Once again, she’s putting up her walls before my very eyes. I can see it from the way she squares her shoulders, the smile becoming effortless, and she becomes the image of perfect control. But I had seen the real her, she had begun to lower her guard, and I saw behind the mask she has in place for the world.“Layla, I-”“It’s been an extremely long day; I think I’m going to get to bed. Excuse me.” She doesn’t wait for a reply as she turns away. I take hold of her wrist, and she stiffens.“Lay-”“A deal is a deal. I owe you nothing more. I. Am. T
~ LAYLA ~My ears ring as I try to focus, but my head is spinning too fast, only making the whistling intensify. He’s speaking, but I can only see his mouth moving, unable to make out the words leaving him.I had assumptions, but this was not it. It cannot be true!“No. It’s not true.” But why did the look in his eyes make me believe he was telling the truth? “Goddess…” I place a hand on my head, trying to steady myself, trying to pull away, but he refuses to let me go and I have no choice but to rest my head on his chest to collect my thoughts. And then I laugh.“Layla?” There’s concern in his voice, and I wonder if I sound borderline hysterical.“Really, Quade? Did you think I’d believe that?” I ask scornfully now looking up at him, my laughter coming to an abrupt end as I try to focus on my mind and body.“I’m not lying, I assure you of that. I made a promise to you, and I answered your question because I agree, enough is fucking enough.”I clench my jaw. “You named some random per
~ QUADE ~The wedding is over; the guests retreat once they have finished their dinner. Escorted by my men to the edge of the property, making sure no one lingers. The union is done, and the elders are stepping back from her pack’s business as I had demanded.This was what she wanted, and she has gotten it. The Jade Pack is hers and now I just hope she stays busy with pack business, so she doesn’t have too much extra time to interfere where she shouldn’t. But who am I kidding? I know her enough to know she isn’t the type to simply sit back though, especially with the questions I know she’s about to ask me. And I would bet on it that some won’t be easy to answer.But this is for the best, I do know that. Even Julian at one point thought it was too. I just hope it doesn’t break whatever this is between us before it even has a chance. But that all depends on the questions she asks.We enter my- our room and notice the changes. I had asked the staff to move her stuff in here and the room
~ QUADE ~She’s hot and cold, her emotions unpredictable, wearing them as a mask to keep what she’s hiding from me a secret. Why was she out here when she’s not even coming from the direction of the castle?Her heart is racing, and it is not from the kiss we shared outside. She’s acting normal, but I can’t really trust that. Tonight might just be the day we start digging up the past…She’s now talking to a few women, and I step back slowly drinking my champagne as I spot Julian brooding in the corner. If looks could kill. I smirk as his cold green eyes snap to mine, and he cocks a brow.I walk over to him and he looks away, motioning a waiter over and takes a glass from the tray.“What do you want?” he asks.I smirk. “I already have everything I want,” I can’t help but remark.“Fuck you, Steele.”“I’m sure Layla might just do that,” I mock.His death glare makes me chuckle. I know this moment is hard for him, and I can’t blame him for that. If I was in his place, I’d be as pissed if no
~ LAYLA~He’s right… that time he hadn’t stayed in the room… but when I had that nightmare, he had stayed…“Ok, that’s a good idea, I’ll do my best. And then when it’s done, you will tell me the full truth?”He nods. “Of course, now you should really head back to your wedding before they realise the bride is missing.”“Yes.”“When we meet again, Quade will be dead.” It’s a statement, but I don’t argue, nodding instead.“Yes, he will be.”He motions me to go, but I turn slightly away from him first, glancing at the small blade before I reach down and, lifting my skirt, tuck it firmly into my thigh garter, the cold metal pressing painfully against my inner thigh.It should stay in place until I can hide it somewhere else.“Smart,” he remarks, amused, and I try to not to show my irritation as I turn and give him a nod before I make my way back around the marquee. I’m barely halfway around when I see Eddie hurrying around it, coming to an abrupt stop when he sees me.“Luna.”“Are you alrig
~ LAYLA ~I glance around before I turn and look around to the left. No one is around. Relax, Layla.“Of course I know that. I haven’t forgotten. It’s not like you told me what you wanted.”I’m not sure, but it feels like he’s smiling under that mask. “Of course, I had to make sure you don’t go spilling the beans. We wouldn’t want Quade to have learned too much if you had.”I scoff, my lips curling in defiance. “I wouldn’t have, but if you keep wasting time, he’ll notice I’m missing.” My eyes dart over my shoulder towards the glow of the marquee.The laughter feels louder now, closer, as though it’s stalking me. I try to remain calm, but the quickening of my breath betrays me. My chest tightens, and I know he sees it. “You’ll get your favour in return for the truth.” The words are steady, but inside, doubt churns like a storm. Have I gotten in too deep? I don’t trust him, not enough to believe him blindly.“The favour first.”“And what exactly do you want?” My voice sharpens, the edge
~ LAYLA ~I sense someone watching me, and my eyes skim across the throng of people, trying to keep my calm. When someone in grey brushes past me and I feel the feathery touch of paper brushing my palm, my hand instantly closes around it. I steal a glance at Quade, but he continues to talk to one of the elders.I look down at it, my heart plummeting when I see the words on it.‘Come alone. Garden. By the trees. Don’t make me come to you.’My heart races as I scan the crowd once again, trying to find the man in the grey suit who had brushed past me.I know who sent this. I doubt he was the one who gave me the note, but he must be close.Reagon.The laughter and clinking glasses in the marquee suddenly feel overwhelming. I glance at Quade before excusing myself, and trying to act as casually as possible slip away into the crowd. Being the bride, you can’t really do that, not when the trail of my dress forces everyone to part to allow me out.“I’ll be right back,” I tell someone who tries