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
Layla refused to move from her son's side the entire four days he spent sleeping. She did not sleep nor did she eat. The waiting was excruciating. She felt as if she could not breathe, as if an elephant was sitting on her chest. Her heart was in her knees. Her mind was frantic. Her only comfort was the steady stream of healers who were constantly monitoring Cassias. It took a total of twenty-four hours for Alistar to make an appearance by Cassias' side. Layla could not bring herself to look or speak to him. They sat in awkward silence. It was the hardest thing she had ever done. Every fiber of her being wanted to tear into him, rip him piece by piece, but she held back. To distract herself, she counted the number of times Cassias' chest rose and fell from breathing. He looked so peaceful and beautiful, it was a surreal sight. She knew that he was fighting for his life. His right arm was broken. There were still no answers but Layla knew that he was too young to shift. His body cou
The date of Balthazar Riverwalker's birthday banquet and hunt was quickly approaching. Layla split her focus from Cassias' recovery to preparing for the banquet. Alistar was dead to her. He tried to talk to her but she would turn away. He tried to hold her hand and she would move her hand away. She replaced Javier with one of her father's men and forbade Alistar from her room. The tension between the two was felt by every member of the household. Life had become a series of eggshells that everyone was forced to walk on. Layla would have kept appearances up but Alistar had killed the part of her that cared when he returned with a bloody unconscious Cassias. He still refused to give any straight answers to anyone who inquired. Layla had hoped that he would eventually leave. The colder she was towards him, the more she pushed him away, the more likely it would be that he would just go away. But it had been almost two weeks and he was still there. She wondered what she had to do to get
The day of the banquet was finally here. Layla kissed Cassias goodbye and told him that she would return the next day. It was a half a day's ride by horse to get to the Moonbane fort. But Layla knew that it was only a couple of hours when in wolf form. She could cut through the woods as a wolf that she could not by horse or by carriage. But her father did not shift and she did not want to worry about having a change of clothes so they went together with an extremely reluctant Tabitha. She was very nervous. It had been so long since she was face to face with the Riverwalkers and after she met Solomon's little brother Simon, she wasn't optimistic that it would go well. She was anxious to see what Saraiah wanted with her. She wished that her body hadn't changed as much as it had after being pregnant with Cassias but she couldn't go back in time and her new dress was very flattering and fashionable. She kept rubbing her hands against her thighs, pushing the fibers of the velvet up and do
Layla caught her breath. She had almost forgotten the real reason she was there, she was invited. By Saraiah Riverwalker. The woman who called her trash. And told her she would never be good enough for Solomon. She followed the servant across the great hall and into a small hallway which led to a small library. In the middle of the room was a mahogany table that stretched the length of the room. The room was wider than it was long and there was a small fireplace that was lit. There was a fur rug on the floor and a large wooden chandelier hanging above the table. In the middle of the table, in a large ornate chair, sat the one and only Saraiah Riverwalker.Saraiah had barely changed since the last time they saw each other. Her hair was slightly more gray. Her eyes were only slightly more wrinkled. The small number time had on her body only added to her stern and intense demeanor. She was more beautiful and more cat-like. She wore the same Moonbane insignia necklace as the last
Saraiah sat back into her chair. Layla couldn't read her face but knew that Saraiah had heard her. Saraiah scanned her up and down slowly. Layla sat back in her chair as well. She was suddenly overcome with a sudden crippling sense of insecurity. She didn't want to let it on to Saraiah so she mimicked her behavior. Saraiah smirked ever so slightly to herself and then snapped. A female servant appeared with a chalice of wine and set it to the right of her. Saraiah took a long sip while still maintaining her intense eye contact with Layla. "How do you propose to do that?" Saraiah's thick accent purred in Layla's ears like a cat. She sounded amused. "I would prefer to speak with your husband." Layla slowly crossed her left leg over her right knee. Saraiah held her chalice in both of her hands propping her elbows on the table. She leaned forward into them, "he is not here, I am. I will not waste the time of my Alpha and husband with nonsense and I am afraid you might just be full
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