LOGINDariusOk I admit it, I was avoiding Ayla.It was just because I could not look at her face without feeling so angry all over again.It was not the kind of anger that made me feel like I hated her and wanted nothing to do with her, no it was quite the opposite in fact, I was worried about her, too worried that I did not know what to do with my emotions and so it transformed into anger.Because I was helpless, thinking about what could have happened if Jayrell was not there to save her.Would she have died?That uneasy feeling came to my chest again at that thought.I hated it, so much.She was so fucking selfish.She put herself in danger. She didn't even stop think about who she'd leave behind. She did not think about how Freddy would feel when he came back and realized his mother decided to be some sort of Messiah.She did not think about me.And that was what seemed to piss me off the most. She had a big enough heart and no single selfish bone in her body, but she should for my sa
AylaSomething was off with Jayrell.He'd been distant lately, distracted for some fucking reason that I could not quite place my hands on.He was always finding a reason to slip away, especially when he thought that Nno one was looking.I kind of felt guilty about watching him from afar. I mean he had not given me any reason to doubt him so far.He was kind and honest and so fucking dependable.But call it a bit of PTSD that I had as a result of all of the bullshit that Thorne pulled. I mean when I thought that Thorne was my brother, I was so fucking happy. I thought for once that I would have a real family member.Romeo, Kevin, Olga, Freddy and Darius they were my family and I would never for one second take that for granted, but I just thought that I would have someone that was related to me by blood.And now there was Jayrell, he was here and he was real and I did not know how to fucking act.We had settee into a routine that worked for us, but I was still paranoid that fucking Th
DariusI was trying to wrap my head around all of this fucking information.We were all seated in the living room, looked like a round table discussion.And I was still having a hard time trying to wrap my head around all of these things that he was saying and I felt like I was about to go into a sensory overdrive.It was all just too fucking much.I was finding it even harder to believe all of these things that he was saying.Her brother?Nemo… fucking Thorne or whatever said the exact same thing and then he turned out to be a fucking psychopath with a weird ass obsession for my mate.Fucking delusional, like he would ever have her.But now that I no longer felt like ripping his head off for staying too close to my mate I could really see the resemblance.I mean they looked so alike that it was almost scary…. Like staring right into a mirror.I had a strong feeling that this was probably still her brother but it did not hurt to be cautious.“If you are really her brother then what to
DariusI was worried about my mate.I had been ever since she had arrived at the Ebony Ridge pack.And even though I was over protective over her and would be worried either way, this was much more than that. I felt like something was wrong.I sure hoped that was not the case but my wolf Leo, he was restless.I could not focus on anything, I could not sleep peacefully I needed Ayla back in my arms with me, almost as much as I needed air to breathe if not more because without her there was all of this oxygen around me and yet I still felt like I was suffocating.“We need to get to our mate” Leo growled for like the millionth time since the very moment she stepped out of the pack.“We promised her that we would stay put Leo, behave”That had been my reply all the time but of late my resolve seemed to be getting weaker and weaker and it was only a matter of time before I snapped and went to her.Was obsessed with Ayla?Yes, absolutely right, one hundred percent I was fucking obsessed wit
AylaHow long had I been here for?I had no fucking idea at this point, I think that I had lost count of time the moment the loop began again for the twenty-fifth time.At this point I had no idea where my own mind ended and where Olga’s began everything was just a jumbled up mess of pure agony.Darkness. Pain. Screams that weren’t mine but felt like they were. I was drowning in Olga’s memories, tangled in the unbearable agony of her childhood, unable to find a way out. I could still hear her father’s drunken rage, still feel the sting of every cruel word, every betrayal.Every strike of the whip I felt them all the entire hundred, I felt the burn as her blood seeped out of the wounds to the ground.I could feel the pain in between my legs and that goddess awful weight in to [p of me as he… as he tore into her thrusting his penis into her dry opening.I could feel the immense feeling of depression, of worthlessness that washed over Olga in waves each time.The sting whenever she drov
RomeoWorry could not cut it.The sheer amount of worry and guilt that filled us all as a result of the state that Ayla was in.Olga was recovering very well and was going to wake up in a few days as per the healer, but Ayla she was still unconscious.Those veins that were on Olga’s face was now on Ayla’s slowly spreading throughout her whole body and once every other minute she would writhe and twist in pain but other than that she was not waking up anytime soon.The healers were running around frantically nobody had any idea what to do.What had Ayla done in order to make Olga better, why was she in this situation?I could never unsee how she looked the pain in her features right before she passed out.She looked like she was being tortured.Was Olga just sick?What kind of sacrifice had Ayla done to make Olga better because she was fond of thinking of others far before herself?There were many questions that I had unanswered but the ne that weighed on me the most was,What had we







