Romances de Spitfyre

Ayla’s POV.It’s been two days, forty-eight hours of trying, failing, trying again.And still… nothing.I was stuck. I slide my palm against the bathroom mirror, wiping the fog that blurred my reflection.The girl staring back at me looked… breakable, tired, and pathetic. Was this really me? I was supposed to be something more. My vision blurred and before I could stop it, a tear slipped free.“I hate this,” I whispered. “I really hate feeling like this.” “Mother…” My voice cracked, barely more than a breathe. “I need you.” I was replied with silence, not even a feeling, talk more of a whisper.Just emptiness filling the void. I filled a porcelain bowl with water, the soft rush of it the only sound in the quiet room. My hands moved in tandem, dipping a cloth into it and wringing it out. Clutching the bowl and cloth, I stepped out into the hallway, my feet carrying me toward Kael’s room before I could second- guess myself. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open. It was dark

Ayla’s POVI barely make it into the bathroom before throwing up my guts into the sink. I grip the edges of the sink, sweat beaded at my temples as I try to stabilize my breathing. When it finally passes, I rest against the porcelain and lift my head, the girl staring at me barely looked herself. Dark circles had begun forming under my eyes, and the last thing I wanted was people sensing something is wrong with me. It’s been a week since I last saw Kael, a week since I said I hated him. He’s probably avoiding me because of that but he needs to do something about the bond. I wake up almost every night restless, I just want some peace in my life but it looks like that’s only something I can dream of.I rinsed my mouth and splashed cold water on my face. Then I grab on a leather jacket and head out of my room. Some fresh air would help me a lot right now.I stepped outside into the night, the sky was bright with stars—stars that reminded me of my father, he would say the brightest sta

Kael’s POV“Why isn’t she healing?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Kiara didn’t look up from where her hands hovered over Ayla’s chest, sweat beaded at her temples.“She’s blocking me,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m trying here Kael.”“Then try harder!” Her head snapped up, eyes blazing. “Whatever is happening to her isn’t normal. She’s draining my power more than it should”My jaw tightened, a pang of worry I couldn’t admit to twisted my chest.“Your wife will be fine,” Kiara added after a moment, “But hovering like this isn’t helping. Leave so I can concentrate.” “She’s not my wife,” I muttered, already turning towards the door. “Not yet.” The door shut behind me but the tension didn’t ease. Something about this attack didn’t sit right with me. Wolves within this pack don’t move like that without reason. Jealousy alone doesn’t explain their coordination and cruelty. And if they knew what Ayla was— or what she carried. Then this was no random act “Alpha Kael,

Ayla’s POVAll I could think about was him—my mate. Every rational thought, every attempt to control my wolf fell apart when he was near. My mind screamed for restraint, but my body had its own urgent need. I tried so hard to keep it in, but my restraint exploded the moment he got near me.Earlier today, a storm of emotions had raged through me: anger, then bitter hatred, especially after overhearing Kael speak with that old man. That hatred had twisted into pain, then sadness and now uncontrollable desire– all directed at the man the goddess chose to be mated to me. I didn’t notice when I rose to my feet and grabbed Kael by his shirt before slamming my lips into his.Something raw, primal and scorching rose from within me as my mouth found his. Every nerve in my body came alive. It was exactly what I needed, a release I didn’t realize I had been starving for. “Ayla… you’re not in your right senses. No!” Kael snapped, pushing me back. “This is just part of your awakening symptoms

Kael’s POV. “Thank you for the words of wisdom, Elder. I’ll see you soon,” I murmured before rising to my feet. No one disobeyed the Elders. Their words had shaped the pack for generations. Even previous Alphas of this pack never defied them. Yet today, an elder’s words felt like chains tightened around my throat. A few days ago, my only focus was breaking the curse that had poisoned me for a decade and was threatening to destroy me. I had a plan—clean, simple, and unquestionable. But now? I’m bonded to someone from that very lineage that haunts me, and it’s eating my bones like acid. Kiara’s warning echoed in my mind. “Ayla will acquire her full powers soon.” And last night, I sensed it—the subtle but unmistakable scent of a fully awakened wolf radiating off her skin. She turned twenty-one today. A sudden pain tore through my chest, sharp and suffocating. My vision wavered as a wave of raw emotion slammed into me—sadness. Not mine, it was hers. Did Ayla accept the bond? W

Ayla’s POV“I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t be here.”I swivel on my heels, intending to flee, but a large hand clamps around my wrist, bringing me to a halt mid-step.Alpha Kael pulls me closer, my body slamming into his solid, rock-hard frame.Heat surges through me and my wolf purrs and stirs within me, releasing a sharp wave of desire rushing all through my body.No, not now. I plead silently to the wolf within me. That’s when it hits me. The pull I’ve been feeling, that irresistible tug in my chest and gut—it’s coming from him. Alpha Kael.“I know you feel it too,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through my core. One hand presses against my waist, keeping me tethered to him, while the other grazes my temple in a gesture that feels tender and possessive.Tender? Why would I think this man is tender? There’s nothing tender about him.If he thinks I’m going to surrender to this bond, he’s absolutely mistaken. I would never—ever—be with a man like him.“I don’t know what you’re talking