Layla's POVAt that time, I realized that I was on the verge of life and death. "I don't know what you're talking about! I am not a werewolf!" I raised my voice. The knife's blade cut my skin, leaving a long, deep cut. Blood started permeating out of the wound. "You're bleeding badly, Layla. If you don't heal yourself in a couple of minutes, you will bleed to death."I freaked out. "I can't heal myself. I don't have the ability to heal myself!" I screamed. This time I was telling the truth, but I didn't think that he would believe me."I'm asking you one last time, who are you?" Vincent's voice was even colder than the knife. My skin started to feel cold or clammy. Even though my legs were twitching, I couldn't feel them at all. This was real. There wasn't a simple hint of sympathy in his ruthless eyes. He was genuinely going to watch me bleeding to death if I didn't tell him the truth. I don't want to die. I thought to myself. My life is pathetic. I'm well aware of that.
Layla's POVAfter Vincent left, I was left all alone in the room. My rather eccentric reunion with the boy in the forest didn't turn out the same way as I had expected in my mind. But I didn't have a lot of time to be sentimental and feel sorry for myself. I quickly calmed down and collected myself. I needed to come up with a plan to get out of this frightening place.I looked around, trying to look for something to cut the straps, so maybe I could figure out a way to sneak out of this dungeon and look for my father. I saw a knife lying on the table beside the bed. It was the knife that Vincent used to torture me. If I could free one arm from the straps, I could stretch it out and attain that knife to cut off the straps!So, I tried to move my arm. Since the straps were soaked in gel, they became a bit slippery and elastic.I used all my effort to pull my arm, and it slipped a bit under the straps. I took a deep breath and let more gels get under the straps. It became some sor
Vincent's POV"My Lord, you want to see me." Rouslan walked into my room. "Yes. How's the girl?" I asked. I didn't want to sound too concerned, but I couldn't act too casual, either. It was almost five o'clock in the morning and I was still calling a doctor to put a human girl into sleep. That act itself meant that this girl was special to me. But I didn't need to worry about Rouslan. His father was the royal physician of my father. His mother delivered me and my brother to this world. He had always been a loyal subject to me. He might get curious about the girl in the dungeon, but he would never get suspicious. "She's in good condition, My Lord. I gave her an injection and now she's soundly asleep." Rouslan said. "Good." I moved my fingers to ask him to come closer. He closed the door behind him and quickly moved forward."We have eliminated the last werewolf pack. Our mission is done. But the werewolves as a species still exist. You know that I've been always interested in we
Vincent's POV"I want to die. I can't live like this anymore." Nephrite leaned against my shoulder and said. His voice sounded distant and surreal. I couldn't recall when he started to talk in this sentimental dreamy voice, which made him sound like a poet, not a Prince. "What do you mean?" I asked in a plain voice. That was the only correct way to handle it like a pro when your brother gets suicidal ideas in his head -You have to pretend that you are cool with everything. It's just not that big a deal. "I mean, I want to die," he said. "We're dead," I said. He got emotional all the time, so I had to remind him of who we were from time to time. "That's the thing! We are dead, but undead! I hate being undead. I'd rather die," he said."May I ask what is the reason behind your self-destructive intention?" I frowned. I stood up and opened the window because the corpses started smelling funny. My brother stood up and followed me like a puppy."We've done it, Vin!" He spoke in a f
Layla's POV"Wakey-wakey! Breakfast is ready!" A voice sounded next to my ear. I opened my eyes and saw a red-haired girl staring at me. She had got freckles on the side of her nose and her eyes were olive-colored. She moved like a floating angle, rolling up the back of my bed and putting a giant tray on an overbed table in front of me."I don't know what you like, so I've prepared everything for you! I hope you like bacon. Tell me you love bacon, because I'm really good at making bacon when I was still alive!" She said with a sparkling smile on her face."Si... Sienna?" I looked at her and asked. I recognized her voice. She looked exactly the same as I had imagined her to be. "Oh, mine! You know my name! Are you a psychic or something? Can you tell me, for example, when I'm going to get married?" She sat on the edge of my bed, using the palms of her hands to support her face. "She's not a psychic. She was just awake last night and overheard our conversation. I warned you that you
Layla's POV"Yes, Master." The girls bowed and disappeared. Vincent closed the door and approached me.He was all suited up. It seemed that he was on his way to join some sort of diplomatic event. Draped in a fine uniform of the deepest navy, the tailored fabric embraced his form with almost poetic grace, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The jacket's lapels gleamed with gold embroidery, catching the ambient light and casting a regal aura around him. "I need to see my father today," I said in a decisive voice. "He doesn't even take you as his daughter. He has been ignoring you all these years. You're nothing but a shame and disgrace to him. Why do you want to see him?" Vincent said in a nonchalant voice. As he was talking, he walked to the corner of the room and took out some bandages, folding them adeptly with his long, slender fingers."He's my only surviving family in the world," I said with tears in my eyes. "I have to see him one last time and tell him that I
Layla's POVThe pain was coming from my shoulder. It almost felt like Vincent was helping me to clean my wound. I opened my eyes and saw him pressing some bandages over the wound in my shoulder. I cried out in pain."Told you. It's going to hurt," he said.Then, he started carefully wrapping my arm with the clean bandages. I opened my eyes wide to stare at him, trying to figure out what exactly he was doing. Was this some sort of sick foreplay or he was just trying to treat my wound?"You should be more careful when next time you lift your arm," he said. "It's a nasty wound. I saw some inflammation in your wound, so I had to get rid of it." He had a serious look on his face, which made me blush again."Are you going to take me to see my father after this?" I asked in a trembling voice.He didn't reply but pulled the bandages a bit harsher. "Ah! It hurts!" I protested. "I like you better when you are obedient," he said. "You should always address me as Master when you want to t
Layla's POVI petrified. For a brief moment, my mind was completely blank. On the one hand, I wanted to persuade myself to believe that the old man in front of me was still my father and he must have gone insane. None of what he had just said was true. On the other hand, I knew every single word of what he said was the truth. My world started spinning. I had to lean against the wall to remain standing. For all these years, my life was nothing but a hoax. Everyone in my life either abandoned, hurt, or hated me, even though they were well aware of the fact that I hadn't done anything wrong. And they made me feel it was all my fault. None of them had even bothered to give me a chance.As I was taken aback by this shocking news, the door opened. A slim figure walked into the room. "Rosalie?!" My father cried out hysterically. "You're still alive!" The coquettish woman standing in front of me was my aunt and stepmother Rosalie. "Yes, Derek." Rosalie took a glance at me and said