Novel-novel oleh Léla

♠ SYLVARA ♠The sun shone brightly over my beautiful garden, casting a warm glow on the neatly trimmed flowers and tall hedges that surrounded the estate. Cool air brushed against my skin, carrying the scent of blooming roses as I stood there, enjoying the pleasant view before me. The moment felt calm, almost deceptively peaceful, as though nothing in the world could disrupt it.But peace had never lasted long in my life.I hated the fact that Lyanna followed Darius to work. The thought alone irritated me more than I cared to admit. Still, I didn’t have a choice. I trusted him, regardless of that bitch’s sneaky attitude and the way she always looked at him like she was entitled to his attention. Even so, the bitterness curled inside my chest, refusing to settle.“The weather is perfect for a picnic!” I giggled softly to myself, imagining going somewhere far away with Darius, just the two of us. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere peaceful. Even though I knew it might not be possible. Alphas do

LYANNAThe drive to the office was painfully quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that pressed against my ears and crawled under my skin. I sat beside him, staring straight ahead while the city slid past the tinted windows in blurred colors. I tried to lighten the mood...tried to talk, to tease, to provoke a reaction...but he barely responded.A nod.A faint smile.Nothing more.It pissed me off.Normally, he would scold me, glare at me, or at least sigh like I was a nuisance. This cold indifference felt worse. It felt deliberate.But that didn’t mean I would give up.Not today.I adjusted my posture subtly, letting my dress ride up just a little as I crossed my legs. I had planned this. Thought it through carefully. I would make sure he wouldn’t be able to ignore me once we entered the office.I had come prepared.The car finally stopped.“Good morning, Alpha,” the security men greeted as we stepped out.Their voices echoed sharply, breaking the silence. I waited...expected...him to

♠ SYLVARA ♠ “Sylvara! ” He called my name angrily, yet gently.“What is it?” I hissed, refusing to look at him. “Don't be stubborn, huh?” He tried to pull me towards him, but I didn't flinch. Until he carried me, shoving me on his lap. “Darius, we are outside; let me go,” I said, looking around to see if anyone was looking, but the street was silent; one could mistake it for a ghost town. “I don't care. Why were you acting like that?”“I want some music, that's all.” I said, unaware of how I was seated. “Okay then, I will let you enjoy some music.” He whispered, biting my earlobe. “Stop it.” I tried to get off his laps but it was too late.“Relax, Luna.” His hand was already in my blouse. Circling my nipple with his fingertips. Pinching them softly before squeezing them between his two fingers like he was trying to get some juice from them.“Dar…” I released a soft moan to try to caution him. “Tell me you don't want here,” he,” he whispered, grazing my tits with his nails.After f

♠SYLVARA♠ Back to the present.... This… this wasn’t my room. I blinked rapidly, my vision hazy as the unfamiliar ceiling swayed above me. Darius’ mansion looked nothing like this. Nothing at all. Cold panic twisted in my stomach. “What…” My voice broke before I could finish. The moment the realization hit, tears burst free and streamed hot down my cheeks. I’ve been raped? The thought tore through me like a knife. My whole body throbbed..... sharp, burning aches in places that made me feel sick. My bones felt strained, like I’d fought… or worse, like I had responded to something I didn’t remember. I felt like I’d betrayed myself.... betrayed my body and everything I’d promised. Once I discovered Darius was my mate, I’d vowed to keep myself untouched, to wait for him alone. How could I… why would my body react? How could I feel that stinging soreness and see those white stains on my skin? Those marks. Those reminders. I slapped myself mentally as if I could punch the memory back i

LYANNA It was already midnight.The mansion was cloaked in silence, but my mind refused to rest. Darius still hadn’t come home.“What’s wrong with him? ” I muttered under my breath, pacing the length of my bedroom. My fingers tightened around my phone as I dialed his number for what felt like the hundredth time, only to hear it ring endlessly. No answer.I bit my lip, irritation flaring. Finally, I called Lycus. He picked up after a few seconds that felt like minutes.“Where is Darius? ” I demanded, skipping any greeting.“Is that your idea of saying hello? ”Lycus hissed on the other end, his tone dripping with sarcasm.I exhaled sharply. “Sorry, Lycus. I’m just… worried. I called his number, but he isn’t picking up. Are you two okay? ”“Nothing’s wrong with the Alpha,” he replied lazily, though something in his voice sounded off. “So stop worrying that little head of yours and go to sleep.”Before I could say another word, the line went dead.I stood there, staring at the phone, my

♣DARIUS♣“What's going on here?!” Their leader came in, and they were able to regain their confidence.The room was thick with their arrogance, their smirks, and their hands on weapons they didn’t have the balls to use first. I stepped into that den of jackals not as a man... but as judgment. My fists were clenched, but not from fear. It was the restraint... barely leashed, barely sane.My voice was calm. That kind of calm that only comes before the storm. "You made a mistake," I said, and they laughed. Laughed.That’s when it snapped.The anger tore through me like a gunshot in a church... loud, holy, and final. I didn't see their faces after that. Only targets. Obstacles. The distance between her and me.Every punch I threw was a message. Every shot was a signature. I wasn't fighting to win. I was erasing. Cleaning the filth that thought they could take what was mine.By the time I reached her, my knuckles were raw and warm, my heart a war drum still pounding for her. She looked up

♥♥♥♥“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