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
My scalp was in so much pain, my heart pounding inside my tight chest. I struggled to be free, but it was impossible and increased the pain on my scalp. I cried and begged Jarod to let me go, but it fell on deaf ears.If I thought he would stop when we got to the stairs, I was kidding myself. He did not stop, nor did he slow down. Down the stairs I went, my whole body started hurting with the pain of being dragged down the stairs."Jarod!" Clyde called, following us. He caught up with us before Jarod could drag me all the way down to the dungeon. He held the hands holding my hair. "Stop for a minute and think about this, Jarod. She might be right," Clyde said."I knew you believed her when you have also gotten to taste what she has to offer," Jarod snapped at Clyde."What do you mean?" Clyde asked, his anger at the surface."Tell me, you two are not having sex behind my back!" Jarod said."That is cheap. I would never touch your woman," Clyde said bitterly."She is not my woman!"Ignor
ANNABELLE'S POVI was taking my daily walk on the beach at the back of the pack house. I loved how the waves clashed with the sky, almost making them one. I often swam in the river beside it every night. My life was close to being perfect, with the only missing piece being my love life. If only I were a hundred percent sure that the one I loved felt the same way about me. Nevertheless, I was content with the way things were. He cared deeply for me.Growing up with my first love, I had received a lot of love from my parents before the attack that took most of the elders in the pack, including the then-king. Weeks after the attack, the queen passed away and was buried beside the king in the royal cemetery.Since then, the new king had been incredibly concerned about my welfare. I smiled as I tied up my hair in a tight bun on top of my head. Instead of a gown, I wore my training attire. It was easy to move around in, and there was no point in wearing a beautiful dress when there was no
It’s been four days since I successfully took care of the strange girl with no one's awareness, not even Lisa. I must admit that the girl was looking good; her wounds were healing at a fair pace, which was abnormal for a werewolf. She was still kept awake at night with screams, which I believe should have given me away.A few guards knocked at my door to ask if I was okay. I had to lie, telling them I had a terrible nightmare. I kept feeding her healing porridge and herbs every morning and night, cleaning her body, and checking her up so she wouldn’t catch a fever.I was a little nervous because the Lycan king was coming back in just two days, and I was yet to think of what to say and how to present her case to him.I left my room, locking the door in case anyone decided to check up on me. I informed Lisa that I was going for a walk on the beach. I smirked at the thought of how bad I've become in the past few days. I know I could be selfish at times, but this is probably the first tim