Laila - Do you like it here? Kate interrupted my train of questions as I studied Fay. - “Here” as in this living room with your group, as in your werewolf community, or as in this city or country? I asked back for clarification. - As in our pack, in this packhouse. She specified. - Well, it feels like I am back in the dorms. It’s okay. I said as I saw that Kate still had questions on her face. - I guess I prefer to live in my place that is separated from everyone. It helps me to recharge and rest better. But it’s ok. I understand the reasons why James chose to put us here, so… What can I do? I’m just a guest here. I explained. - Is that how you feel? Kate asked surprised. - Yes? Was it a different reply than you expected? I chuckled nervously. I can say it again, I hate being fake but seems that people here can't take my honest replies sometimes. - Well, I guess I hoped you would say that you feel great here. Kate said sadly. - Sorry to disappoint. I said quietly. -
Laila As the captain announced we were about to land, I moved my eyes from the movie I was watching on the small screen and looked outside the window. There it was. The city where I will spend the next 6 months. I was excited. It was something new. I have never been here so there was a lot to explore. And I loved that. Traveling was my passion. As we landed, I waited till most people exited the plane. I always stayed at the back because there was no point in rushing. The whole process was always slow. First, walking endlessly in the maze of an airport to the border patrol. Waiting in the long queue and waiting some more while the border patrol checked the documents. Then going through another maze to the luggage check out. Then waiting and waiting, and waiting for your luggage to arrive. There was no point in rushing. So, I did exactly that – I didn’t rush. I chuckled at myself. My English could be better, right? I have started to think in English since I entered the airport in my ho
I spent most of Sunday sleeping. The inner clock was quite damaged. I got up to cook and eat and crawled back into bed to sleep more. It didn’t take long for Monday morning to come as my alarm song Wake Me Up by Avici streamed through my phone's speakers - classy but good. I got ready – shower, dressing, light breakfast. I packed all the portfolio that was for the renovation project and my laptop. Today I had to meet the clients and revise all the details with them. I wanted to see if there was anything else they wanted to add or maybe they had changed their mind about something by now. As I was driving to the client's place, I felt anxious. It was slightly odd. Usually, I did have some level of anxiety when meeting new clients and people, but this felt different. My stomach was buzzing and my palms were even sweaty. I tried to shake off the stress. Chill, it is another client. I know the procedure. If they want to change anything, it is not a problem. I tried to pep talk myself. I
James I was jogging down the stairs without a care in the world as I remembered the hot redhead that I f*ked last night. That was a good sport, and maaan that mouth of hers was able to suck. I chuckled at myself. Oh, sweet memories. Suddenly, I caught an amazing smell as my wolf started to circle in my head restlessly. I stopped dead in my tracks, and without thinking, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the most delightful smell that had ever waffled in my nose. It smelled fresh like...grass? No. It was like grass that has heated up in the sun and turned into hay quickly. I could feel, smell, and see that hot summer day being outdoors. I opened my eyes and they locked on a magical creature standing at the entrance. My wolf said that one magical word that I had been dreaming, hoping and waiting and waiting, and waiting to hear for days, weeks, months, and years. “Mate”. My mind went on a high drive. No f*ing way!! My mate was in front of me! MY MATE was in my own house! I ha
Chapter 4 Laila I entered the living room and saw a lady in her forties, maybe? She looked younger, but if that guy was her son, then she had to be older. Oh wow! She looked beautiful with her green eyes and blond hair. During our video calls, the blurry pixels did no good to her natural beauty. Now that I see her up close in real life, she looks stunning. I approached her hastily and extended my hand: - Hello, Mrs. Montgomery, I’m sorry I’m a bit late. She smiled brightly at me. - Oh, don’t worry, dear! Welcome! Come and sit, Miss Apine! I hope I pronounced that correctly. No, she didn’t, but I kept on smiling. - Can I call you Laila? She smiled at me. Maybe my face gave away that my surname was not pronounced correctly. - Of course! I nodded my head. - I was just sipping my tea. I have a day off, so I am not in a rush at all. She had a motherly vibe flowing from her. During the video calls she seemed a nice lady and now facing her it was confirmed . - Good to know that
James When I entered the living room and wanted to participate in their meeting, my mother looked at me a bit longer. I was usually super hungry in the mornings and jumping on food was even the first thing before I said a proper “good morning” to my family. I bet she suspected that something was fishy with my behavior. But I couldn’t help it, could I? My mate was at MY house. My mate was just in front of my eyes. And she didn't even know that she was my mate, what a mate was, and that I am a werewolf. I thought waiting for my mate was the toughest and longest part, but I still have some more walking to do. So, it turned out she was our house redecorator. That was good, as she would spend more time in our place, I wouldn’t even have to call her here. Laila. That was her name that echoed in my mind for several minutes. A beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman. It was my new favorite word. I listened to her talking to my mom. Her voice just floated in my ears like Earthly music
Laila As I sat in the cab, I blew out a breath. I felt relieved I got away from the place. This encounter felt intense. Not with Mrs. Montgomery. No. With Mr. Playboy. Okay, so his name is James.Things with him were awkward. Much. Why did he wanna know where I live? He probably noticed my accent and weird surname. What were those intense stairs directed my way? And what were those cheesy lines about? Was he flirting with me? Jeez, that is the least I need right now – a playboy hitting on me. A shiver went down my spine remembering his face. I would take it as a warning from my intuition. It has never let me down this far. I should stay away from Mr. Playboy.It felt kind of flattering that such a rich handsome guy was advancing on me. Or was I just imagining things? Am I arrogant to think that he was hitting on me?He is very handsome, and he sure knows it. He was flashing those charming smiles often. Oh, no, not going that road.
My week passed by quickly. I met Mrs. Montgomery on Wednesday. Thank God, Mr. Playboy was not there. Which means he has forgotten about me already. And that is good for me. If I’m honest, I felt a bit sad and disappointed that I didn’t meet him. He did say he would be there. But I brushed it off quickly. I didn’t need a distraction. I focused on the work. It was clear that my idea was correct – he would forget about me the next day. Something buzzed in my heart after this thought. I guess it was another warning. I should be as far from this guy as possible. So good thing that he didn’t show up.The meeting went by smoothly. After that, Mrs. Montgomery invited me to her charity ball that had to happen on Saturday. She told me that she usually holds it in December. But she wanted to do it before her house turned into a complete mess. I agreed to come to the event. I had nothing else to do anyway.So here I was dressed in a long red flowy max