Novels by Léla

Chapter 94♠ SYLVARA ♠Months passed, and Darius had completely reached a certain level where even the smallest signs of his illness were impossible to ignore. Every day started feeling like a funeral, even though none of us dared to say it aloud. The mansion had become quieter, as though everyone was afraid that speaking too loudly might somehow hasten the inevitable. My belly was barely visible, the baby bump still small despite the months that had passed, and sometimes I would place my hands over it, wondering if the two little lives growing inside me could already sense everything happening around them. Darius, however, tried to make every moment count. He read books to them every day, sometimes sitting beside me with one hand resting gently over my stomach as he read aloud. He would pause between pages to talk to them, telling them stories about the pack, about the world they would one day inherit, and about how stubborn their mother was. Sometimes his voice would become weak

CHAPTER 93♣ DARIUS ♣As expected, I found him training alone, fighting as though he was preparing for a war that might begin at any moment. His movements were sharp and relentless, each punch carrying more anger than strength, and the sound of his fists hitting the training equipment echoed through the quiet space. Sweat covered his body, but he didn't seem to notice. He looked like someone determined to exhaust himself before his thoughts could catch up with him. “Lycus,” I called, but he ignored me. I stood there for a moment, watching him continue as though I wasn't even there. “I won't leave here until you talk to me,” I said firmly, but he still didn't budge. He didn't even look in my direction. His jaw remained clenched as he continued throwing punches. “You can't do this forever!” I yelled, finally losing patience. My voice echoed through the training area, making him stop for a moment. He slowly lowered his fists and turned toward me, his chest rising and falling heavily.

CHAPTER 92♠ SYLVARA ♠I could hear everything and see every one of his efforts. I remembered the sweet words he whispered into my ears whenever no one was around, the way his eyes softened whenever he thought I wasn't looking, and the small things he did even when he pretended not to care about me. I had noticed more than he realized, but I had never had the courage or willingness to talk about it. I was carrying his child, yet I still felt as though I had no right to receive his love after everything that had happened between us. I had stolen his Alpha seal, betrayed his trust, and allowed myself to believe the lies my uncle had fed me. Even after learning the truth, a part of me still believed that I had lost the right to be loved by him. I kept those thoughts buried inside me until his whispered words finally broke through the wall I had built around myself and made me move, made me speak when I had been silent for so long. Darius is dying? The words kept ringing in my head, re

CHAPTER 91♣ DARIUS ♣I turned around immediately, my entire body going rigid when I saw Sylvara standing on her own. She was still pale and weak, one hand lightly gripping the doorway for support, but she was standing, and more importantly, she had spoken. After everything that had happened, hearing her voice again felt almost unreal. Before I could even think, I crossed the distance between us and pulled her into my arms. “I'm glad you are fine!” I breathed, hugging her tightly as though she might disappear if I loosened my hold for even a second. My arms tightened around her trembling body, and I closed my eyes briefly, allowing myself to feel the warmth of her against me. I had spent the past days terrified that I would lose her, and now that she was standing in front of me, alive, I couldn't stop myself from holding her. But Sylvara didn't return the embrace. Her body remained stiff against mine, and after a moment, her voice came quietly between us. “So, are you dying?” she a

CHAPTER 90♣ DARIUS ♣It had been hours, and Sylvara still hadn't shown any real sign of recovery. She hadn't moved a finger, opened her eyes, or given me any indication that she was aware of the world around her. I sat beside her bed, watching her pale face while the steady beeping of the machines filled the room. Every few minutes, my eyes drifted toward her chest just to make sure she was still breathing. I couldn't stop the fear from settling inside me. After everything she had already been through, I was terrified that her body would simply give up. “Ding, ding…” My phone suddenly started ringing, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and immediately saw Lyanna's name. My jaw tightened. I was still furious with her, and after what she had done to Sylvara, I no longer wanted her anywhere near us. I stepped out of the room to take the call, making sure the door closed behind me before answering. I didn't even allow her to explain herself. I told her to leave the m

♣ DARIUS ♣“What? Are you insane? Do you have a secret sister somewhere? This is not the time to joke around,” he said with urgency, his brows pulling together as he stared at me in disbelief. For a moment, he looked genuinely confused, as though he was waiting for me to laugh and tell him I was only messing with him. But I couldn't even force a smile. My expression remained grim, and the seriousness in my eyes seemed to make him realize that I wasn't joking. “She's… it's a long story, but I am the child's father,” I said quietly, and his expression immediately said everything that was running through his mind. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing, disbelief and judgment mixing across his face. There was no way he wanted to believe that I had allowed the woman carrying my children to become so weak that she ended up in a surgery room fighting for her life. And honestly, I couldn't blame him. I knew I was worse than a monster. I had watched Sylvara become thinner, weaker, and

♥♥♥♥“Okay, I will tell you whenever the time comes,” Layla said softly, nodding as though she had just made a quiet promise to herself.She served his food carefully and sat down close to him, their shoulders almost brushing. The warmth from his body made her slightly aware of how close they were.“Good girl,” Lucian said playfully, reaching out to mess with her hair.“Stop it,” Layla mumbled under her breath, though he couldn’t hear her. A shy smile spread across her lips anyway, and her cheeks turned faintly pink.Lucian had no idea the effect his small gestures had on her. To him, it was natural. He simply felt relaxed around her...at ease in a way he rarely experienced. He found her reactions cute, unintentionally charming.“Wow,” he gasped after taking a spoonful of food, his brows lifting in surprise.Layla leaned forward slightly. “How is it?” she asked, her eyes filled with anticipation.“It’s delicious. You’re amazing,” Lucian praised her sincerely, taking another bite witho

♥♥♥♥The two of them maintained an awkward silence, the unspoken tension lingering in the air, but the atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sharp ringing of Lucian’s phone.The sound jerked him out of his thoughts.....and startled Layla as well.“Hello,” Lucian answered curtly as he stepped out of the kitchen. He walked outside to take the call, his expression turning serious within seconds, while Layla quietly began setting the table.“I can’t wait to eat,” she giggled to herself, admiring her masterpiece. The dishes were arranged beautifully, the aroma filling the dining area with warmth.After waiting for a while, she considered going outside to check on him, but before she could move, Lucian walked back in.“Lucian,” she called, relief flashing across her face. She motioned for him to sit down, but he remained standing.“I am sorry, Layla. I have to go,” Lucian said hurriedly, already reaching for his car keys.“What? What about dinner?” Layla asked, her eyes shifting to the

♥♥♥♥Lucian was alerted the moment he heard her scream, and he quickly reached out, preventing her from falling.His arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Layla, who had thought she was going to hit the floor, opened her eyes slowly, trying to confirm how safe she was.“Lucian…” she called his name, embarrassed.“This is the second time this has happened, I think. Mrs. Hilton, be more careful?” Lucian teased, his voice low and amused.“I am sorry,” she said, her cheeks turning red, because she could not ignore the way his fingers were still resting against her waist, warm and firm.“Do you want me to take you to your seat, or do you want to stay like this for now?” Lucian asked, a naughty smile playing on his lips.“I… I…” Layla stuttered when she realized she was still pressed against him. She quickly straightened up and regained her balance.“Thank yo.....” Layla began, but her mouth fell open when she noticed the pastry she had been holding now lying scattered on the floor.“What d

♥♥♥♥“Mr. Hilton, welcome,” the lady rushed toward Lucian with a practiced smile, her tone suddenly syrupy. But Lucian ignored her completely, his attention fixed elsewhere.“Did you bring your wife here? Where is she?” the lady asked, her eyes scanning the room as though Layla did not exist at all.Lucian let out a sharp scoff.Layla, standing beside him, didn’t need words to know....his anger was simmering dangerously beneath the surface. His jaw tightened, and his shoulders stiffened, radiating cold authority.Every customer in the restaurant had gone quiet now. All eyes were fixed on the three of them.“Are you the manager here?” Lucian asked calmly, though a forced smile played on his lips....a smile that held no warmth.“Yes, sir,” the lady replied quickly. “I’m sorry about the commotion. I’ll make sure she leaves now.”She gestured toward the security guards, signaling them to escort Layla out.Lucian’s eyes darkened instantly.“If any of you take one more step toward her,” Luc

♥♥♥♥The morning sun seeped softly into the bedroom, its pale golden light filtering through the tall windows. A gentle breeze slipped in, nudging the curtains into slow movement as they danced lazily to an unspoken rhythm.Layla was already awake.She was dressed neatly for the trip, yet instead of standing or moving about, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slightly slumped. Her phone rested in her hand, the screen glowing faintly. There was a sadness clinging to her expression....one that no amount of preparation could erase.After hesitating for a moment, she dialed Amara’s number.She needed to hear about her daughter.Once the trip began, she knew she would be glued to Lucian’s side until it was over, and the thought alone tightened her chest.“Hello,” Amara’s voice came through the phone.“Good morning, bestie,” Layla replied, trying to sound cheerful despite the weight pressing against her heart.There was a brief pause on the other end. “What’s wrong with y

♥♥♥♥“Serve the food,” Lucian ordered as he settled into his chair, his posture straight, commanding without effort.“Okay, sir,” the maid replied promptly, bowing before moving forward.The dishes were being arranged neatly on the table when Layla appeared at the entrance of the dining hall. Her steps were hesitant, her presence quiet but noticeable.“Good evening, ma’am,” the maids greeted in unison, their heads bowed respectfully.“Evening,” Layla replied softly, returning the greeting as she walked toward her seat.“Be careful,” Lucian muttered under his breath, watching her closely as she lowered herself into the chair beside him.“Thank you,” she smiled faintly, adjusting her position.Once the last plate was set down, Lucian dismissed the maids with a wave of his hand. The room grew quieter, the soft hum of distant lights the only sound filling the space.“Let’s eat,” he said calmly.“You first,” Layla replied politely, turning slightly toward him.Lucian paused, his gaze linge