All Chapters of Layla The Rejected: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LAYLA HERE I WAS, thinking the problem was me, all of his mood swings and sudden change of attitude were caused by saying triggering and annoying things. I was wrong, the problem wasn't with me, It was with the Alpha. He was broken, broken far beyond repair. My mind couldn't help but wander off to think of Alpha Hermes as I watched Gregory work his magic on James. Alpha Hermes was still deeply in love with his dead mate, it was obvious. He would never love me half the way he loved her. I tried to drift my mind off Alpha Hermes and focus on what Gregory was doing to James in order to extract the poison from his system, but it was so hard with Alpha Hermes standing adjacent me on the other side of the table James was rested upon. He was laid on Gregory's office table since there was no bed, at least not one for the size of a human being. Gregory was a veterinarian, not a medical doctor but Alpha Hermes was certain he could handle James's condi

HERMESI LET DOWN the bottle of beer from my lips to the office table with a slam before stretching out my legs on the table, crossing the right over the left. The beer seemed to be keeping me company better than Gregory who was busy treating a black cat he called Naomi. Such a beautiful name for a disloyal creature."So, you are saying she is naive?" Gregory muttered, placing the cat into its cage carefully. I wondered what kind of veterinary doctor chose to keep his favorite pets in his office, that was Gregory obviously."Of course. She thinks as werewolves, we are meant to shake hands and bring our differences to an end. I mean because of the Crystal Crescent pack; we lost Sarah and we have murdered some pack members on their side.""You have murdered pack members of the Crystal Crescent pack, not we," Gregory corrected quickly, locking the cat cage, and moving towards the table."With all due respect Alpha, get your damn legs of the table," he added, noticing my posture on his ch

HERMESPACK MEMBERS WERE in complete support of my motion to wholesomely fight against Hunt rather than split into groups to combat both our enemies as earlier opined by Layla. Everyone was shaken by the poisoning of Michael and Rosa. I was grateful that no one else from the pack was a victim of Hunt's wolfsbane induced ice cream.Each pack member was saddled with a role in finding Hunt's current hideout. Some of them were to keep eyes on the environs of the honey land park, another group were to scout the woods, while the others were to hang around the few restaurants, taverns, and bars scattered around Westwood. There was a probability that someone connected to Hunt could be scented in any of those places. Everyone was to assume their positions the next morning.There was an exception for I and Layla. She was going to spend most of the day with Rosa while I planned to visit the shop. I haven't been there in a long time. Surprisingly only a few customers reached out to me for repairs

HERMESMY UNEASINESS was obvious to the rest of the pack members as I wiped a considerable amount of sweat off my forehead with my palm. I had no idea of what I was supposed to do, mourn Rosa's death or conduct search parties for Layla.I dialed her phone number for the umpteenth time, still no response."You said she was in a hurry?" My focus moved to James who also had a look of worry plastered on his face. It was a miracle that he survived. It was hard to believe that Rosa didn't."Yes. She was afraid too. I could smell fear before leaving the vehicle."She was supposed to alert me if she wanted to leave. There was no way I would know if she was in danger. I tried not to think of Hunt getting to her."What are we going to do?" James questioned.I looked up to the rest of the pack and adjourned the meeting, hoping Layla would return home.My mind drifted to Hathor. For a minute I thought she could be the one behind Layla's disappearance. The thought was quickly discarded when Michae

HERMESSLEEP eluded me as I thought of Layla all through the night. I would have gone after her, but I had not concluded yet. Her action was almost unforgivable, but Hathor had opened my eyes to her reasonable ambition. It was truly for the benefit of the pack. Still, I found it hard not to think of the ulterior motives Jacob had probably been nursing as a result of their meeting. Her actions were very dangerous, and she was able to pull it off without arousing my suspicion. That scared me the most. Maybe I had undermined her, or she was just too good at being discreet when she wanted to. It would take a long time before she could earn my trust again.I watched from my seat at the kitchen table as Hathor prepared breakfast. This was the way it used to be even before Sarah came into the picture. Just I and Hathor.During mornings like this, she prepared bacon, fried eggs, and waffles accompanied with a cup of coffee. I could bet she was making the same. Those were golden moments that w