All Chapters of The Nymph’s Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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 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

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 POV “I’m sorry about Callan. He will pay for your boyfriend's car to get fixed.” Eric said, his voice clipped with irritation. “Ex-boyfriend and no, tell him not to worry. He deserves all that he gets.” Eric pulled away from me and looked at me, his face impassive, but his eyes seemed to be full of emotion. I had no loyalty to Marcus anymore, and I didn’t see why I should protect him. “He’s the reason I moved back home with my parents. I found him with another woman.” “Shit ouch. I’m sorry Ayla.” “Don’t be, I'm not. Since coming home, I’ve felt different, like this is where I’m supposed to be, but that’s stupid, right?” “No, not at all.” He answered. His face was softer now as he smiled at me. I looked at Eric, trying to figure him out. He was friendly and likeable, and he wanted to listen to what I had to say. He was also incredibly good-looking, he had to be too good to be true. I stopped by the front door and smiled at my kind new friend. “Thank you, Eric.”

Ayla POV I pull up outside the office building where I have the interview. As I get out and look up, my mouth becomes dry, and my muscles begin to quiver. “You can do this Ayla,” I whispered to myself as I made my way inside. “Hi, I’m here for an interview,” I say to a larger woman sitting behind the reception. The woman behind the desk has a headset on. I can hear her typing on the keyboard hidden from view. She holds her hand up, stopping me from saying another word, and points to an area that has chairs and sofas lined up with a few tables to fill the space. I walked over to one of the chairs, noticing that there were quite a few people here, all dressed in nice suits and all carrying a portfolio just like mine. “Ayla Thorne.” I stood up and smiled at the man shouting my name. I grabbed my bag and followed him down the small corridor into a room. “Hi, I’m Mike O'Connor. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He stands beside a desk holding his hand out for me to shake. I