Layla sat at the foot of the banquet table as far away from Alistar as she could. She couldn't stand the sound of his voice. She knew he would be bragging and she couldn't bear to hear it. The falsehoods and misinformation was never something she could play along with, especially to her father. She preferred to sit with Cassias more than anyone else and was more than happy to do so. "Where's his nanny?" Tabitha innocently asked between bites of roast and garlic potatoes.Layla immediately turned red from embarrassment. She was always an honest person but ever since she went along with Alistar's lie, the dishonesty snowballed into an avalanche of deceit. It was difficult to keep up with all the lies she had to tell to cover for him and his lies. She was flustered and panicked but after six years, she couldn't do it anymore. So instead she told the truth, "he doesn't have." "Oh?" Tabitha responded. Layla could hear the tone of judgment in her voice, Tabitha did not hide it well.
Layla was frozen in the middle of the banquet hall. She was shaking. She never publicly went against Alistar, privately she frequently went toe to toe with him. She was proud of herself for standing her ground but she couldn't tell if everyone else in the room would agree with her or if she had made matters worse. She stared at her father and waited for him to say something but he never did. He simply looked her up and down, nodded his head, and the party continued. She felt as if she was going to pass out, she hadn't realized that she was holding her breath. She gasped for air as the crowd formed around her engulfing her in the chaotic energy. All she wanted was fresh air but she feared that Alistar was lurking in the shadows and he was the last person she wanted to see. She found her way to a quiet corner in the room and found an empty chair. A servant offered her a glass of wine and she happily took it. She wanted to go to bed but she also wasn't sure that Alistar wasn't waiting
Layla steadied her breath but it was useless. The anxiety was taking control. There was next to nothing that she wanted more than anything was to see Solomon. But it had been so long and so much had changed. She was a mother. She was in the Thundermoon Pack. She had fallen further and further away from being worthy of being his mate. All too often she had forgotten the fact true mates weren't chosen by mere humans but by the Goddess. And on the night she met Solomon, there was a full moon - a sign from the Goddess herself. She had blessed their union. It was baffling and confusing that the blessing was somehow not enough to validate their connection. Their connection was quickly thrown into question and easily challenged. Wasn't that what everyone wanted, blessings from the Goddess? Isn't that Alistar pretended to have with her? She frequently questioned if she would have chosen Solomon without it. He was an extremely attractive man. His smell was intoxicating. But would she have p
Solomon reacted to the noise before Layla had the chance to. He protectively pushed her behind himself and stood in a defensive position. Layla's heart was racing uncontrollably. Layla internally kicked herself. She knew better than to have raced off into the woods without making sure she wasn't being followed. The one time she slipped up, of course this would happen. Isn't that how it always worked?"What do you want?" Solomon shouted aggressively into the shadows. Layla clutched to him before remembering that she was a wolf. She could take on any monsters in the woods. She stepped out from behind him and called out, "reveal yourself now" with such power and authority, Solomon couldn't help himself to take a moment to admire it. The snow crunched as the footsteps drew closer to them, both Layla and Solomon were ready to shift, their inner wolves both prepared for a fight. The hair on the back of their necks were standing alert."Wait, wait, wait!" A taller, younger, clean faced
Solomon nor Simon really knew what to do with Layla. It was as if she was possessed. She kept repeating, "you are my mate" and then laughing to herself. Solomon tried to connect with her via telepathy but her thoughts were too jumbled and her wolf was too frantic. He would have to wait till she told him. He was used to and very comfortable with waiting for her. "I have to go back," she said abruptly. "I have a son!""Did you forget?" Simon asked skeptically. "What kind of mother are you?""Shut your mouth," Solomon said bitingly. Layla smiled as she gave back the cloak. "Thank you for this." She turned to leave. "Wait!" Simon called after her, Solomon growled disapprovingly. Simon glared at his older brother. At eighteen, he lacked the maturity of a man as he clung to the behaviors of a child. "I need a response. Are you coming or not?" "What?" Layla was thrown till Simon gestured towards the small crumpled scroll in her hand. "Oh, this. This is a trap, but I will go. I'm not
Anthony nodded his head in agreement. Cassias deserved more and it was his birthright. Anthony was elated when Cassias was born, his legacy was finally secure. He finally had a male heir. He could easily pass the pack to Layla till Cass was of age. It was finally the solution to his problem. He was happy to hear that Layla was on board. "I'm not going to live forever," Anthony began. "And I would hate to think that everything we have worked for will be claimed by Alistar. He is your mate. There is no denying that."Layla sharply inhaled, "Alistar is not my mate." "Darling," Anthony began condescendingly.But Layla was not having it. "You will finally listen to me," she began curtly. "Alistar is not my mate. He was never my mate.""Layla, I was there. I decreed it." "Father, he is not my mate. Decree it all you like but that doesn't change the fact that Alistar is not now nor has he ever been my true mate. And in terms of true mates, you and no other Alpha has the power to chan
Layla choked on her spit and started coughing. "What did you say?" She asked between coughs. Alistar began to pat her back to help clear the nothing stuck in her throat. She glared at him and moved away from him in the bed. "No, seriously what did you say?"Alistar began to rub her back again, "I said that it is time for another child," he said as sweetly as he could.Layla jumped out of the bed and began to pace next to the bed. "Are you out of your mind? There is no way in hell.""Layla, don't be like that," he pleaded half-heartedly. "Come back to bed, it's very late." "I'm going to be like that. I don't want another child. I don't want to be pregnant again." Layla was floored. There wasn't a moment during her pregnancy with Cassias that was pleasant for her. She was sick and bed ridden. She lost an alarming amount of blood during her labor. It would be a cold day in hell before she would agree to do it again. "Come on," his voice was gratingly saccharine. She wanted to vomit
The sun shone brightly through the windows, a very excited little boy raced into his mother's room to be unpleasantly surprised by the sight of his father. Cassias was not a fan of his father. He found him to be rude and loud. Alistar was quicker to anger and discipline compared to Layla. Cassias was not very good at walking on eggshells and Alistar had the patience of a toddler. Layla was always in the middle. Alistar's failure as a parent would be his ultimate undoing, he just didn't know it yet. But Cassias didn't care about that on this day. He had only one focus, one goal - to wake his parents for it was his sixth birthday. He ran towards the bed as fast as his little legs could carry him and jumped as high as he could. He landed on Alistar's stomach, waking both of his parents."Cass!" Alistar groaned in pain. Cassias crawled over his father and wiggled between his parents. "Wake up!" He shouted. "We are awake," Layla sighed. She very much didn't want to be. She was neve
It was finally time for their wedding. It had been four months since the disambation of Thundermoon. Layla's bruises had healed, even the scars from Alistar's first attack were starting to fade. She had begun to grow out her hair so she could wear it in the traditional style. She had practiced with Solomon and Zoya for many weeks. She felt ready. She just wanted to get all of it over. She just wanted to be recognized as Solomon's mate. She had flown through the first two individual ceremonies without issue and with each step drawing her closer and closer to the goal. The last individual ceremony involved her family. Tabitha acted in the role her mother should have been in. As part of the ceremony, Tabitha braided Layla's hair as her father, Anthony, had to recite a prayer. It was humorous to watch. Anthony did not speak the language, Tabitha was not skilled at braiding. But they both tried their best to do their part. On the other side of the banquet hall, Solomon was performing a s
There was something bittersweet about leaving her father's home. With Cassias planted firmly on her lap and Solomon by her side, everything felt new and exciting. The realization of her greatest dreams being on the verge of coming true was thrilling. She couldn't wait but it was also sad to think that this place would never be her home anymore. She belonged elsewhere now. She remembered how she felt when she left with Alistar and how depressing it was to leave. All those years spent with him and at Thundermoon, they never felt like home. Now the place she always considered home no longer felt that way. Home was now the people beside her.Balthazar and Solomon spent most of the journey back to the Moonbane fort quizzing Cassias on his newly learned language. It was heartwarming watching these men embrace and accept her son so openly and thoroughly. They were patient with him and gently corrected any mistakes. They spoke clearly and slowly for him to catch on and understand. Layla could
They left the camp the next morning. Layla was happy to never return to this cursed place ever again. This chapter of her life was finally over. Before she stepped into the carriage to return home, she bent over and found a small red rock. She placed it in the pocket of her dress. It wasn't for her but for Cassias. This was his home, his inheritance. If she had it her way, that rock would be all he would need and never return. There was nothing left for him anyway. She returned in the same carriage as Solomon and his father. It was clear now with Alistar out of the picture what Layla's relationship was towards the leaders of the pack. She was no longer a stranger or an enemy but soon family. The men treated her differently, not that anyone other than Saraiah or Simon treated her badly, but it was a noticeable difference. They respected her now. She was one of them. It was almost as if her connection to Thundermoon never existed. She wanted to treat her time there like it was a dream
Layla awoke in the middle of the night in a deep panic. Her dreams were haunted by the faces of the men she once led, the men she helped slaughter. Her heart was racing so badly it felt like it would explode out of her chest. She kept having flashbacks of the battle and Alistar but it was difficult to make any sense of it all. Her body didn't feel like her own, her mind was searching for a connection to reality and everything felt like it was slipping. Solomon's arm was sleepily wrapped over her side and he was in a deep restful sleep. For a small moment, Layla was jealous. She wished that she had been so unaffected by everything the way he was. She gently moved his arm off of her and he rolled onto his back. She smiled at how peaceful he looked. It reminded her of their first night together all those years ago before Alistar came into her life. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She got out of bed, she didn't have a plan but she knew she needed to do something. There was n
Solomon carried Layla in his arms out of the meeting hall. She wanted to set it ablaze and dance on its ashes but she feared how Solomon would have taken her suggestion so instead she buried her head into the crook of his neck. She breathed his scent in deeply, it calmed her. She finally felt safe but it took more than one deep breath for her body to catch up. Her heart was racing and her breathing was staggered. She hadn't noticed it before but she was shaking tremendously. Her body couldn't shake the fear. Something felt off as if it were forgotten but she couldn't put her finger on it. She tried to process everything that had just occurred but was blanking out. All she could see was the look in Alistar's eye when she drove her knife into him. It was horrifying and heartbreaking. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there sooner," Solomon said softly. "I'll never forgive myself, I should have been there. I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry, I was so stupid. I am so stupid.""Where were you?
Layla tried with all her might to stay conscious but was struggling. Her vision was narrowing and the black was creeping in. She hadn't anticipated this ending. She felt like a fool, how could she not have? She knew Alistar better than almost anyone, she had spent the majority of her time with him even with her indifference towards him, she was bound to learn a thing or two about the man. And she should have known that he wouldn't go down without a fight, without another dirty trick up his sleeve. "Oh, not yet." His voice was dark and she could hear the smile in his voice. It was vile. She didn't know what he had meant but it was too late. Before she knew it, Alistar slammed her down onto the table with a loud thud. If she had any left in her lungs, it would have knocked the wind out of her but instead, it was like a jolt of electricity that shocked her back into her body. It was a rude awakening that she was grateful for but the fear of his next move overwhelmed her senses. She trie
"Fancy seeing you here," Alistar's voice was like a menacing song. "I have missed you, my mate."The way he snarled the words "my mate" sent shivers down Layla's spine. She had seen multiple sides of him but this was something new. He wasn't himself. Before her stood a man with nothing to lose and nothing to gain, a man completely taken over by his animalistic side. He was more a monster than man. But Layla could not show any fear. It was time for her to confront her fear face-on, if not only for herself but also for her son and the pack he failed to protect."You look like horse shit," he sneered as he slowly approached her. His eyes darted from hers to the open door behind her. "You finally look as washed up as you are." Layla knew he was trying to get under her skin and cause a reaction, she would not give him the pleasure. "Look at you being so brave with you little bitch boy behind you to protect you," he laughed. "Don't worry, she's all yours," he called out over her should
It happened in a blink of an eye. Layla couldn't process what had happened, Javier was dead and he was not going to be the only casualty of the night. it was difficult to fully grasp. Javier was gone. All the light drained from his eyes. Layla lost all control of her breathing. She violently threw her hands over her mouth. All the excitement she had felt before this moment vanished. She was face to face with the reality of war. It wasn't some story in a history book, it was the loss of a good friend. Time sped up rapidly to utter chaos. She was thankful that all the Moonbane wolves had dark brown or black fur while all the Thundermoon wolves had similar ashy blonde fur. It made it easier to follow the flow of the fight but it also made it more painfully obvious how outnumbered Thundermoon was. This wasn't a fair fight, it was a massacre. No matter how she had spun it before, there was no denying the truth now. Layla felt horrible, the remorse overwhelmed her. Solomon was right, she s
It was agreed that Cassias would be left with Tabitha back at her father's home. A tutor was sent along to maintain his studies. She was nervous that Minnie, the nanny who Cassias was previously left in their care, was still there. She didn't trust her judgment after the whole incident with Alistar. She didn't want to be paranoid but it was hard not to be. She knew that Minnie was doing her job, no one instructed her to not let Alistar take Cassias, he is his father. But that was the ripple that led to a tidal wave. She traveled with the supplies while the rest of the pack traveled ahead in the wolf form. She wasn't opposed to shifting, in fact there was very little in this world that she wanted to do more. She yearned for it as if it was a scratch she couldn't reach. The healers had advised her to wait a few more weeks before she could shift into her wolf form for long periods of time. If she pushed herself too hard too quickly she could lose her ability to shift. She felt an anger