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43. You Can Have A Taste.

作者: LORA ASHLEY
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-16 23:38:04

~RAELIN~

The instant she enters, my mind fucking shuts down. I grip my pen tightly until I feel the bite of it digging into my palm.

Fuck.

Still keeping my eyes on her, she enters fully and closes the door with a soft click, balancing a filled tray in one hand. That is when I even realize that she is carrying the fruits and juice I had requested Aunt Gaia to bring earlier.

Aunt Gaia was supposed to do that, but instead, my rogue darling is the one with the tray and is now heading towards me while looking so innocent yet so utterly sinful that I have to clench my jaw to keep from growling. I swear the goddess really answered my prayers by mating me with Layla Kavros because hell, I suddenly feel like the air in this office is almost too foggy for me to breathe. Layla’s presence has always been enough to draw all my fucking attention, but what she is wearing now makes my jaw drop with my eyes totally fixed on her regardless of the documents I was working on before she entered.

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  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    43. You Can Have A Taste.

    ~RAELIN~The instant she enters, my mind fucking shuts down. I grip my pen tightly until I feel the bite of it digging into my palm.Fuck.Still keeping my eyes on her, she enters fully and closes the door with a soft click, balancing a filled tray in one hand. That is when I even realize that she is carrying the fruits and juice I had requested Aunt Gaia to bring earlier.Aunt Gaia was supposed to do that, but instead, my rogue darling is the one with the tray and is now heading towards me while looking so innocent yet so utterly sinful that I have to clench my jaw to keep from growling. I swear the goddess really answered my prayers by mating me with Layla Kavros because hell, I suddenly feel like the air in this office is almost too foggy for me to breathe. Layla’s presence has always been enough to draw all my fucking attention, but what she is wearing now makes my jaw drop with my eyes totally fixed on her regardless of the documents I was working on before she entered.A red sat

  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    42. Logical Course Of Action.

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  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    41. Friends.

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  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    39. Want Some Sugar?

    ~LAYLA~ On the journey home, my mind replays the events of the trial like a broken record: Markin's and Kira's loud accusations, Raelin's defense, Kira threatening me after the trial, the way Markin had stared at us, particularly at Raelin back there in his car. I am thinking too much, and I have this deep exhaustion that has settled into my bones. Leaning against the warm leather of the backseat, my fingers trace over the locket pendant of my necklace absentmindedly. Caleb is sitting in the front passenger seat and nonchalantly munching on vanilla waffles like he didn't accompany me to a battlefield that had wanted to claim my head. Derek is behind the wheel. His focus is on the road as he drives us home. Home.... Do I belong here? Or am I just an unwanted presence causing more problems than I’m worth? My thoughts are everywhere. Doubt. Hope. I should feel completely relieved. I should feel safe after what Raelin did for me today. However, fear is such a sick, stubborn, clingy t

  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    38. Tantrums.

    ~LAYLA~ The trial is over. The verdict of my Alpha has been passed. I am free. The heads of the pack families rise first from their seats and shuffle towards the exits. From where I am still enclosed in the stand, I can hear their voices and murmurs: "How could this happen?" "An outsider? His fated mate?" "She should have been executed.” “Maybe our Alpha has a point…” Without a doubt, I know that the war of my acceptance in this pack is far from over. But I believe I am making progress. Drawing in a breath, I manage to succeed in drowning out their voices from my head. Stepping out from the stand, my attention falls to the second stand where Raelin had stood and defended me. His words still ring in my ears: Would you have me reject and kill my own mate? Right fucking now? The memory sends an instant shiver down my spine. I know he said it for effect, to drive his point home, but the brutal conviction in his voice as he said it still unsettles me a bit. He could have done it if

  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    37. Verdict.

    ~ LAYLA~ My Alpha has had enough. The entire hall is still deathly silent while my heart is hammering against my ribs as every eye in the room turns towards Raelin. He hasn’t moved an inch from the spot where he is seated. However, his alpha aura is so heavily felt inside the hall. A power that is unquestionable, offers no escape, and simply cannot be disobeyed. “Are you all finished?” He rises from his chair, looking so sexy and commanding his authority over everyone. His eyes sweep across the entire crowd. "I have something to say in defense of the accused.” The murmurs stir again among everyone even among the Elders. "Alpha Raelin,” Elder Theron rises from his seat as he addresses Raelin, “As per protocol, if you wish to speak in defense of the accused, you must take the second stand." He gestures to the raised wooden platform facing mine. “I fucking know that but thank you, Elder Theron.” Raelin replies in a tone that sounds obviously annoyed. He quickly steps down from wh

  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    36. To Live A Normal Life.

    ~LAYLA~ “Let her trial begin.” The gravity of those words descend on me like a death sentence already dished out to my life. However, I allow myself to breathe and keep believing strongly that everything is going to be alright. On my way towards the stand already pointed out to me by Elder Theron who had announced the commencement of my trial, I recall Aunt Gaia's words now ringing inside my mind: 'Hold your head high. Don’t let them see your fear.' That is exactly what I will do. I will not break neither will I let myself be crushed here even though my guts are still twisting into hard knots. I keep chanting the mantra inside my head even when I am few steps away from the stand with everyone's eyes already stuck to me like I am carrying a heavy burden they all see. Reaching the stand, I pause, fear threatening to consume me, my breath catching in my throat. But then again, what do I have to lose except my precious head? Mustering up my courage once more, I move to take my pla

  • FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA    35. The Accused.

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