تسجيل الدخولChapter 19Ayla’s POVI stare at the door as he walks out. Fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed? I’m a woman for goodness’ sake. My entire body aches and he expects me to fly down the stairs on command.Dropping my bag on the couch, I walk toward the adjoining door, I throw it open and step into the bathroom. Finally alone. No guards. No evil predator threatening me at every turn, just me and the quiet space.I peel off every piece of clothing and sink into the sleek tub, pressing the button to let the warm water fill the basin. I relax and close my eyes, letting the heat soothe my bruised skin. It feels too good and before I can stop myself, exhaustion takes over.When I wake up, the water is lukewarm. My eyes snap open, panic instantly gripping my chest. I scramble out of the tub and glance at the wall lock in the bathroom.Fifty minutes. Crap! I throw a towel around my body and step out of the bathroom, rush into the closet and yank on a simple dress and slippers, leaving my
Lucian’s POV I go completely berserk the moment I notice the faint marks on her neck. It takes every single ounce of my fucking self-control not to pin her against the table and fuck her raw until she’s dripping with my release. I hate her — I despise her very existence — but no one dares touch what belongs to me. “So… apart from marking you, what else did he fucking do? Hmm?” I demand, my eyes dropping briefly to the frantic rise and fall of her chest. “He did nothing else! Nothing…” she whispers, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. Within the dark corners of my mind, my wolf rages, baring it’s fangs. Mine. Mine. MINE. She’s fucking mine! She has always been mine to claim and mine to destroy, and I will slaughter anyone who dares lay a finger on her. I stare down at her for an agonizing minute, before burying my face in the crook of her neck, I inhale deeply, sniffing in the exact scent that drove me wild five hundred years ago. It’s maddening. I fight th
Ayla’s POV I stand frozen before the massive gates of the university. Lucian had kept his word. He had sent me to school. But not as a student — I am a prisoner on display. He sends eight guards with me. Three shadowed my exact steps, while the remaining five lingers in the background, watching my every move. My parents never allow me to attend college after I graduated from high school. They arrange for a tutor, saying it is best I stayed at home to study. Sometimes, I felt like they were trying to hide me. But now, looking at the grand world around me, I finally understand their intentions. And this wasn’t just any institution. This is Bocconi University — a playground for the elites, and I can sense from the shift in the air, a fair number of werewolves. “Miss?” One of the guards step closer, his deep voice cutting through my thoughts and sounding like a command. “We have to move, now. Taking deep, shaky breaths, I force my legs forward. The stares from the other st
Ayla’s POV Celeste stands in the door way, a sad expression weighing down her features. I step back, opening the door wide to let her in. “The housekeeper sends me to give you some clothes,” she says, her voice laced with worry as she hands over the garments. “Just to keep you covered until the designer arrives. Ayla, what happened? How did you get entangled with him?” I stare at the floor, the weight of the last twenty-four hours pressing down on my chest. “I don’t know. He claims that I wronged him, but Celeste, I’ve never seen that man before in my entire life.” “Hmmm… that’s… that’s very strange.” She whispers, stepping closer. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” A bitter laugh escapes my throat. She has no idea how much agony I have already endured. “I’m fine, Celeste.” I lied, forcing a fragile smile. “please, you should go, I don’t want you getting caught up in this.” She nods reluctantly, casting one last worried glance over her petite shoulder before stepping out
Ayla’s POV The words repeats in my ear. Personal slave? Sharing a bed with him? What exactly does that mean? “A… a personal slave? What do you mean?” I whisper, my voice trembling. His expression darkens instantly. His grip on my chin tightening, “I mean exactly what you think, Ayla — or should I say, Aurora.” I froze, completely stunned. How does he know my name? And most importantly… who is Aurora? “No… no, I refuse. I will not be your slave!” I shake my head violently, trying to free myself from his suffocating grip. “Oh, you will. You must,” he purred, his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl that vibrates through my bones. “You will be anything and everything I command you to be.” He roughly shoves my face away and straightens up. “I don’t accept this!” I scream, the injustice overriding my fear. “How can you treat me like this? I’ve done nothing wrong to you!” As if my defiance triggers a monster within him. His eyes flashes, and before I could even blink,
Ayla’s POV My heart hammer against my ribs as I listen to every word that left his mouth. I was sent here to clean, and now I am kneeling in front of the most dangerous being on earth, desperately trying to explain that I am not who he thinks. Instead of listening, he just threatens to make my life a living hell. He shoves my chin roughly away, disgust written all over his features as he straightens up. “Take her to underground dungeon and lock her up,” he orders coldly. My eyes widens in disbelief. “No, you are mistaken! I am not who you think I am!” I yell as the guard walks over, pulling me roughly off the ground and dragging me toward the exit. “Let go! Let me go!” I scream but he was far too strong, hauling me away like a rag doll. I look back over my shoulder. But he already had his back to us, not uttering a single word before the heavy doors of the suite slam shut. The guard drag me down into the dark depths of the mansion. When we reach a bleak cell, he unlocks
Ayla’s POV I gulped the invincible lump that formed in my throat as I stared at the men—wolves actually, who didn’t seem like they had a pack. “My name is Ayla, i am here for the selection.” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Take off your cap.” One of them ordered. I immediately took off my
Ayla’s POV Sarah’s expression flickered to a sad one. It’s been a month and we were becoming really close, she’s been nice to me. “Leave?” she whispered. “If you leave, where will you go? You know they will be looking for you.” “I know Sarah. That’s why I have to leave. If I don’t, you will g
Ayla’s POV My eyes flew open, my sight blurry as a throbbing headache hit on every part of my head. I shut my eyes again, trying to breathe but I couldn’t draw air. My lungs felt stiff, like it was clogged, but I forced it, sucking in air sharply as my vision suddenly began to clear. I groane
Ayla’s POV The moment the words left my mouth, it felt like I was split in two halves with a sword. My body trembled, my chest tightening so hard that it was difficult to breathe. I coughed up blood again, my body weak as I slumped to the ground. Julian was obviously still in pain, but he was a







