★JAROD'S POV★It was fortunate that I overheard Annabelle's and Layla's conversation. She was falling into Layla’s influence again, just like three years ago when our entire plan went downhill. I quickly made my way over to them.“What are you doing?” I demanded, and Annabelle jerked like she was in a trance while Layla gave me an angry look, as if I had burst her favorite bubble. That's exactly what I did, I thought to myself.“Are you letting her sway you with rubbish words again?” I asked Annabelle.Annabelle looked annoyed. “I am not.”“But you looked smitten just now. Why is that?” I questioned her.“It is none of your business,” Annabelle retorted.It was a waste of time to argue with Annabelle once she had denied everything, so I turned to Layla. “Don’t try to sweet talk yourself out of this. We are ending this once and for all,” I told her. To Annabelle, I said, “We need to send the message now.”Annabelle nodded. “But the potion is not ready now.”“No more delays. Are you try
Jarod and Annabelle heard the growls from afar and knew that battle was upon them. Annabelle went outside and directed her men on what to do. Jarod pulled her aside as the men got ready, some shifting while others remained in their wolf form, armed with weapons mixed with wolfsbane, weakening the enemy easily.“You should stay with Layla,” Jarod told her.“But she is dead,” Annabelle said.“We are not sure of that, hell, you are not even sure. Four men will watch you, in case you want to change your mind about killing her again,” Jarod said. Annabelle sneered at him, but he waved her away. “We need you to be safe.”“I want to fight!” Annabelle said stubbornly.“No, you are our secret weapon; you should stay safe first,” Jarod told her. “Watch her,” he told four men who escorted Annabelle back to the house.Jarod changed into his wolf to blend in with the men. He knew his strong scent could give him away, but he aimed to take down many enemy warriors.The wolves from the woods charged
Annabelle used magic to throw Demetrius across the room; his head hit the wall, and the power holding him mid-air released him. He fell on the table, breaking it in two. The shock wore off from Demetrius immediately; he knew Annabelle was not planning on going easy on him. So, he charged at her, but she used her powers to immobilize him, rendering him unable to move.Demetrius focused on his inner strength; it had never been said in history that a Lycan king or queen was defeated by a mere witch, and it would not start with him. He felt his toes move, unbeknownst to Annabelle."Do you think you can defeat me?" Annabelle asked, not paying attention to his legs. She started pacing. "You can’t handle me. I am stronger than you think.""But it is killing you," Demetrius said, determined to keep her talking until he was sure he could move his whole body."What do you know?" she snapped. "You know nothing about me. I am not the Annabelle you used to know," she told him."Of course, I know t
Demetrius was in his room, going over the report Lucas brought to him about the operation of other packs when he heard a knock on the door. Knowing it was his kids, he stood up and went to the door, opening it a little to talk to the boys. However, the sneaky children made their way into the room, rushing to his chair and bed.“Mama?” Laish was the first to notice Layla before Demetrius could cover her up. The other two ran to him and helped each other up, joy in their eyes as they recognized their mama. Shamir turned to Demetrius, asking for confirmation.Demetrius nodded, “Yes, Mama.”“Mama is sleeping,” Laish said.“Mama, wake up,” Shamir said, touching her cheeks.“Kids, don’t wake Mama, let her sleep,” Demetrius told them as he carried Tristan down from the bed and then Laish. When Shamir saw he was next, he started crying, holding Layla's clothes.“Come on, Shamir, don’t wake Mama with your cries,” Demetrius said, trying to peel his hands off Layla’s clothes. Layla groaned and op
Layla POV.I found it hard to believe that I was still alive, considering what I had endured - the anguish that had taken a toll on me, both physically and emotionally. I looked up through my raven-black hair to glance briefly at my abuser, Jarod. As much as I wanted to hate him with every ounce of my being, I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and I wondered how cruel the moon goddess was to me.I was still in denial of the fact that my abuser, the very person that killed my whole family, was my mate! Having discovered this fact on my 21st birthday, that was just months ago, I’d cried my eyes out, both in shame and anger.I was taken as a slave after the attack on my family when I was just 17 years old. Jarod shattered my dreams, he cared not about all these. He forced his way with me as I cried and screamed for the help that never came. I was introduced to abuse at my young age, all I wanted was to end my pathetic life but I was caught every time by Jarod and I was punished severally
I knew what he was going to do to me, and I felt repulsive. He was not gentle at all as he pushed me into his room and locked the door. He then started pacing; he was angry, I could feel it. But who gave him the right to be angry? If anyone should be angry now, it's me. He just rejected me, and yet he is angry... why? He stopped in front of me, bent down, and grabbed my hair. My scalp was on fire from all the grabbing he had done to my poor hair. He lifted my face to his and sneered at me."You deserved that," he told me.I said nothing, knowing that if I spoke right now, hell would break loose. "How dare you? The moon goddess is out of her mind if she thinks I will accept the pairing – over your dead body."I whimpered in pain, my hands clenched into fists on the floor, enduring the pain. My body was exhausted, and I felt like I might pass out anytime. As if he read my mind, Jarod slapped me across the face, jolting me wide awake. "You deserve no sleep, no rest. From today, you will
My heart thundered as the room fell silent. Or was it my heart that stopped beating? I looked up just in time to see Jarod approaching, but not fast enough to back away from him. His blow met my face straight on, and I felt my nose crack. My hands flew to my nose, and I felt the blood flowing from my broken nose."When I tell you to do something, that is what you should do, bitch," Jarod yelled in my face.I blinked several times to stop myself from crying. It wouldn't help in this case. Behind Jarod, I saw Freya laughing silently, covering her mouth. It must all be so entertaining to her. I looked back up at Jarod, and he glared down at me."Now, you will watch as I fuck another," he told me and walked back to the bed. I just registered the fact that he had been naked all along, and he went right back to what he was doing with Freya. She was moaning loudly and putting on a great show for me, even winking when our eyes happened to lock.I managed to keep watching, holding my nose to s
Freya gave me a bittersweet smile. She still looked beautiful with it. Everything about her was beautiful. Why won’t the male population be drawn to her? I held back myself from saying what would put me into trouble. I have to continue the pretense that I heard nothing of her conversation with Viktor. She was at an advantage with me because of her height, so I have to step back a little bit from her to look her in the face.“You knew you never belonged here, Layla. Your respectful place is in the ditch, on the street,” Freya said with a shake of her head. “How can you be so dense as to think otherwise?”I had to stay focused here. Not shedding tears is a show of me being strong. “I thought you were my friend.”“Friend?” She laughed as if it was funny, and I must be out of my mind. Well, she is close to the truth with that. I am out of my reasonable mind. How could she be friends with me, a nobody? “Grow up, Layla, and you are interrupting us. Off you go now, for I don’t feel like putt