Novels by Layomi

ELARA'S POVThe days since Ronan's arrival had been a blur of tension and awkward events. His stubborn refusal to leave the Lycan realm had become the latest palace scandal, whispered about in hushed tones by gossiping servants and debated by the bewildered elders.A werewolf Alpha, practically camping out in their most fortified palace, all for a mere blood healer simply because of love? It was like an insult to their strength, a challenge to their authority, and, quite frankly, utterly ridiculous.And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, I could do about it. Every attempt made to reason with Ronan, to explain the sheer absurdity of the situation, was met with that same infuriatingly unwavering gaze, and the maddeningly simple declaration.'I'm not leaving without you. And that's final.'Avoiding him and Kael had become a full-time job. Which was proving difficult, considering that I lived in a palace with limited hiding places and two very determined leaders. Add to that the delig

ELARA'S POV"What do you mean, leave?" He boomed, the sound reverberating through the small space, sending another of fear through me. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over me. "Explain to me. Explain why I travelled all this way, risked everything, only to be told to....leave.""Ronan," I sighed, the word a heavy exhale of frustration and despair. "We can't do this. You shouldn't have come here. This was a mistake. A huge, terrible mistake." I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep into my bones. My wolf on the other hand was trembling inside, lately she had been disconnected, but right now, all I could feel was her pain and sorrow.His brows furrowed. "Yes, you're right." He said, his voice surprisingly soft and warm."What?" I arched a brow at him, momentarily thrown off by his unexpected agreement."You're right. It was a mistake....letting you go was the most foolish things I had ever done in my entire life."For some reason, those

ELARA'S POVThe words hung in the air, thick and heavy, like a shroud. "Alpha Ronan of the Mountain Dew Pack is here." The guard had announced, his voice echoing in the small office."And.." The guard began as his eyes trailed to me. "He requests to speak with Miss Elara."My breath hitched. Ronan. Here? After everything? Why would he do something like that? A tremor ran through me, a chilling mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome thrill. My gaze flickered to Kael, whose eyes had tudned to a dangerous shade of obsidian. His jaw was clenched hard, a muscle ticking furiously in his cheek."You wait here," he growled, his voice tight with barely suppressed fury. "I'll go handle things."Handle things? As if Ronan were some rogue paperwork he could simply shuffle away. I wanted to protest, to scream at him not to go, but a strange paralysis held me captive. He was right, of course. I couldn't face Ronan now. Not after everything. He almost died because of me, the thought of seeing him agai

ELARA'S POVA Week Later.It's been a week since the chilling confirmation about the sender behind those blank letters. Darius. There was no doubt about it, no one else wanted me, no one else was chasing, it was only him.And just like Kael said, he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.The air in Kael's palace had been very suffocating, it thrummed with a nervous enegry that mirrored my own. Every shadow seemed deeper, every sound sharper. A sigh escaped my lips as I watched the snow fall outside my window. The white flakes drifted down, blanketing the Lycan lands in a deceptive layer of peace. The door creaked open, and Kael walked in, a wave of warmth accompanying him."Hey," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I was wondering where you were." He looked concerned, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for shutting myself away."Hi," I smiled, a weak imitation of genuine happiness. He sat down on the chair beside the bed, and I walked over to the bed to sit."W

ELARA'S POV I sat at the dining table, attempting to eat my dinner. The food tasted bland and lifeless, mirroring my mind. Clara stood silently behind me, her presence a familiar comfort. I picked at my meal, pushing the food around my plate more than actually eating it.My appetite had been strange ever since the pregnancy, sometimes ravenous, other times completely. Some days, I had to force myself to eat and act normal in order not to give myself away, but today...I couldn't.Finally, I gave up, pushing the plate away with a sigh. "I'm done." I mumbled, rising from the table.Clara walked over, her eyes scanning the plate, a sigh escaped her lips. "Are you sure? You didn't eat much..""Yeah, but I'm alright. If I force myself further, I might throw up."She nodded silently. "I'll escort you back to your room then."We headed back upstairs, the silence between us broken only by the soft rustle of our footsteps on the carpeted stairs. From the corner of my eye, I saw Liam standing o

Rinn.:CHAPTER SEVENTY FOURELARA'S POVMy eyes widened at her comment. "What do you mean? Explain yourself."Seraphina smirked, pulling back slightly. "You really think you're being sly, huh? It's extremely obvious.""Tell me what you mean right now!" I demanded, my voice rising in frustration. She flinched a bit at my sudden outburst, then scoffed, folding her arms across her chest."You..." She began, her eyes narrowed. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest like a trapped bird. She couldn't know. She shouldn't know. I'd hidden my pregnancy perfectly well... She was the last person I ever wanted to find out. Especially not like this."You are sick, aren't you?" She asked, a strange glint in her eyes. "Huh?" I blinked at her, bewildered. What on earth was she getting at?"That explains it. The pale face and nausea," she tilted her head, rolling her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't know what it is. But let me guess, you played a dying princes