Layla knew how painful it would be when getting injuries from whipping and kicking she had when she was still a prisoner in the dungeon. She thought nothing could hurt even more than the beating she got. However, meeting Zev was a thing after another. He didn’t physically abuse her by himself instead, he kicked her to the abyss all over again, having her get used as she got through the darkness in the world. Layla thought she gained nothing but pain and nightmares from those events… It was only when Victor locked her up in a room that reminded her how long it took her to escape from that she finally recovered her senses.
Pain rushed throughout Layla’s body. The numbness that saved her for a while was gone, no trace of it left. To her dismay, she had to endure the throbbing in her ankles, probably because of getting her feet cut. She was a bit glad to know it was done cleanly, perhaps with a sharp blade. The cut was also even which she would probably appreciate if only it wThe sound of footsteps rushing to the room where Layla was still lying down alerted her. She had a hunch that her crazy howl might have reached Victor or anyone else, causing her another trouble to resolve. Just like what she assumed, the problems seemed to keep coming to her. After solving one, another one or more would show up.‘All right! So what if I turned into a beast? This should be my plan anyway,’ Layla said to herself, convincing the cowardice residing within in. She knew she’d be in a little advantage if she’s in her beast form but never did she expected that it’s mind-blowing to do it while she’s aware. If she hadn’t seen her chopped off feet on the floor and not connected on legs which turned into a wolf’s hind legs anyway, Layla would have believed that she was healed and recovered. Well, she still believed she was, especially when she didn’t turn out with just two legs when wolves were supposed to have four. Therefore, she concluded that her legs might grow
The look on Darius’ face was more hilarious than how Layla imagined. His brows were raised high on top of his forehead, eyes sunken on the sides of his nose bridge, his nostrils were like caves opening- everything inside seemed visible through its holes, and his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape with his teeth showing. Layla would have not ever thought such expression existed if she didn’t see it with her eyes and she had no idea how he managed to do it. She was preparing herself for a burst of laughter when she noticed a few changes on the guy’s face.“Hey, Darius. What are you looking so intently with my feet? Yes, you heard it right. That’s mine,” Layla said, wiggling her tail to let the guy know she’s still waiting and was really impatient at the moment. “Stop staring at it. Get moving now and let’s start discussing your deal,” she added in a hurry.As much as Layla wanted to make fun of the guy, she couldn’t unless she’d secure her escape. Besides, Victor mig
The torch started to run out of oil. It wouldn’t be able to provide light any minute. But that’s not what made Layla worried, instead, the sinister smile on Darius’ face was making her skin crawl. She felt a sudden familiarity from the guy as if she had met him before aside from their encounter the day before in front of the candy stall. Unfortunately, Layla couldn’t put a finger on it. She could only ask him for his true identity and hope to get an answer.“Didn’t you just call me ‘Darius’? That should be my name, right?”Layla should have already been convinced and wouldn’t bother doubting his words if he said it earlier. After observing the guy, she noticed his change of attitude compared to when she met him the other day. And even after considering that it was because of his ‘faking skill’, Layla still couldn’t relax. She knew there was something Darius was hiding from her.“All right, Darius. So, what did you do to Victor? You were so sure about hi
“Antidote?” Darius asked, surprised.“Yeah. Since you’re the one who made the poison, you should also know how to make the antidote,” Layla said. The story she heard from Darius changed her mind. She made up her mind to stop Victor from his fantasies. Firstly, she’s not a human. A fact that she only realized later when she met Zev. Secondly, she’s been marked by the alpha. There’s no way she could be with another man other than Zev. Not that she wanted to stay by Victor’s side, but because she had no choice, rather her heart couldn’t make up a lie to part with her master.“If you want me to help you with your plan, you should help me get the antidote first and foremost, Darius. That’s basic,” she continued. “How do you expect me to help you if my body remains to be contaminated by this poison you made, huh?”The guy shook his head. “But it’s not a poison. It’s simply a potion and there’s no antidote,” Darius insisted. “The effects should only make one h
‘A person could never choose his roots but would always have a chance to decide on a way of living and the fruits they bear should be the one to look at, not the origin of the seed which could merely just survived out of luck…or perhaps its fate as what most considered,’ Layla told herself as she looked at Darius who was obediently nodding his head while listening to what she said.The guy could be just like her, never wished to be born as a vampire who needed to suck the other’s blood to survive… Just as how much she wished she wasn’t born a werewolf, whose body and face turned into an animal that could devour a life of a person without feeling bad during the process. And it made her wonder whether Zev and the other Weres glad about being who they were…and Victor, who was consumed by his emotion- thanks to his father who neglected him for being weak, Layla was eager to know about how they exactly feel.One thing was for sure, Layla was not satisfied at all. But
It had only been three days since Boris arrived in the capital, and it had also been three long days of dealing with Layla’s absence. Lucian, who stayed with him in the mansion kept pacing back and forth in front of him as he blamed himself for letting the vampire clan took the young lady. Boris couldn’t blame him, even he felt the same for leaving Layla alone in her room at that particular moment. If only one of them had stayed, the young lady wouldn’t be taken away.“Take a seat, will you? My head couldn’t stop spinning if you continue doing that in front of me,” Boris said, waving a hand at Lucian who stopped and glared at him. “Don’t give me that look. We’re both dead if we can’t take her along when we go back,” he added, sighing.“You know that we’ll die if we can’t get her back, but you’re sitting your ass comfortably like it wasn’t a big deal at all!” Lucian said in a loud voice, lashing out his anger on Boris who chose to calm down and think of a solution
“Uhm…” Layla whimpered to the touch she felt all over her body. There was something heavy on top of her, and she hadn’t had the slightest idea what it was. Her mind was in a blank state that she couldn’t think straight. She didn’t know what to think about in the first place. Layla was exhausted, both her mind and body refused to work for a certain moment. And that was the very first time she wished she was dead.“Layla~” It was the same voice calling her for the past few days. She didn’t know who it was nor that she tried to know anyway. One thing for sure, Layla didn’t care about whose voice it was. She didn’t care about anything at all. She just wanted to feel peace…even if it meant staying in the dark place where she could see and hear nothing.“Urgh…” Her voice came out rather subtle. She recognized her voice but was not a bit interested as to why she was making such a sound. Moans and groans came out of her mouth repeatedly like its all the sound it could ma
*cough* *cough*Layla couldn’t stop coughing blood. Her will was strong and yet her body needed recuperation. She’s almost at her limit, if not for Darius giving her a recovery potion, she must have already kicked the bucket. The thing was, even if she’s still alive, her body remained so weak after getting amputated. The scars that were left by whips and sticks weren’t fading at all, making Layla look nothing less than how she did when she was first sent as the ‘offering’ to the demon of the west.As part of the plan, Layla had to wear the white satin dress she wore before. It was well crafted for someone who’s going to die, either by the severe injuries she contained or getting eaten. Knowing what could happen to her when Zev found her on the altar wearing the same dress which his previous preys wore, Layla couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that she could replace someone. She didn’t expect Zev to hold back h