Layla woke up to the gnashing sound of claws against a steel-like object. She opened her eyes and the sight of monstrous creatures fighting each other stunned her. She brought her hand to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. After all, she was a lady who could get scared too. And seeing a pale guy with tattered clothes and blood all over him getting pummeled by the sharp and glistening claws of a white monster she never encountered in the past was enough for her to wet her pants in fear. What Layla feared was not exactly the horrendous faces of men battling in front of her but the fact that she was unaware of such existence. Other than her master, Zev, Layla thought no one could be so powerful.
“Master? Where is he?” she blurted out when she remembered getting saved by her moody benefactor from drowning in the river. She hurriedly got up to look for the man when Lucian held her in place with his usual bored expression on the face. “Lucian, where’s my master?
It was that moment when Layla thought she was in a dire situation. She was always prepared to do whatever Zev would ask her but not to the extent of killing someone. It wasn’t because she was hesitating, not at all. She had killed wolves and even foxes before to survive, Layla sure would kill anyone who tried to get on her way. And it's all because of Zev’s given task. Her concern was, how could she kill a person who was obviously stronger than her?“What’s with that face? Aren’t you willing to do it?” Layla sighed at what Zev said. She faced him with a blank face as she thought of a way to finish the bloody guy who was laying down on the ground just a few meters away. Layla turned in Zev’s direction who was already sitting on the log prepared by his loyal dog.“No, Master. It’s not about being willing or not. I have no choice but to do it to curry favor from you. But I don’t know how to do it, Master,” Layla admitted. She smirked when she saw her d
Zev deepened his voice than usual as he coldly stared at Layla who was dumbfounded by his question. He didn’t even know exactly why, but he couldn’t be wrong. When he looked at her eyes and studied her facial expression at that moment, his guts were telling him something about her running away. And Zev would never want that to happen. ‘She’s mine,’ was what he thought when the idea of giving up Layla to the vampires popped into his mind.“I… Master, I would not dare!” Her voice was firm yet filled with conviction. Zev knew she was lying but what could he do with her? Punishing Layla wouldn’t make her trust him. All he wanted was to get closer to her, if possible, getting closer into her heart would be the ideal way for him to have her stay by his side and do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like he believed in a superficial thing called love… what he wished for… Zev thought Layla could help him realize it.“Oh. You weren’t?” He stepped closer to her an
*THUMP!*Zev wasted no second and threw Layla on the bed after muttering someone else’s name in her sleep. He knew he should have had nothing against it but the mere thought of the lady thinking about another man while he was cleaning after her mess agitated him to the maximum level.‘Victor?’ The name was familiar, and he thought he heard it from someone somewhere although he couldn’t completely recall.He stared at Layla who was still wearing her soaked shirt. Her short legs and thigh were exposed, and it was a good thing she was wearing underwear. Zev would love to know what happened to her why she ended up half-naked yet the lady was in deep sleep that she couldn’t ask her. “Why do I have to take care of you when you’re supposed to serve me instead?” He sighed when Layla didn’t wake up to give him an answer but snored loudly instead.“Right. How do you take care of someone with a fever?” Zev mumbled. He never ca
The room would have been quiet if not for the heavy breathing and groans coming from Zev’s guests. It was only a few minutes since Lucian left and Zev had started a sweet and spicy conversation with the vampires but the latter seemed opposed to how the host treated them. Zev talked sweetly as if he was harmless--- someone who couldn’t flick even a fly. Besides, his intention was as spicy as chili despite the sugary phrases he spoke. Zev’s words pricked through his guests' flesh.“Tell me, what’s your intention in barging in my territory?” Zev asked for the nth time when the white-haired vampire remained silent. He gave him a few seconds and when he refused to answer, he pummeled him with a rod with Wisteria wood on its tip. His victim moaned in pain. Zev had created holes in his body and he said nothing yet.As impatient as he was, Zev threw the rod and pinched the guy’s cheek. His fingernails pierced through the other’s face when he asked the same
The sound of the wooden heels of boots knocking on the concrete floor resounded through the walls. Lucian was quietly treading the way to the master’s bedroom where he assumed where Layla was. He didn’t know why his majesty would take in such a woman despite knowing nothing about her at all. The guard wolf pondered how he could get rid of the lady in case she would try to harm his king. Zev Wesley was Lucian’s only hope to prevent the blood clan’s ultimate plan; to rule over the kingdom and later, the continent. The Weres believed that if there would be someone ruling the world, it should be from their race as they were no doubt superior when it comes to power. And Zev was always been the best candidate.Lucian stopped in front of the door as he sucked in his breath. He intended to persuade the Alpha to lead the remaining Weres from different clans, he shouldn’t be bothered by anything else and Layla was one of those ‘extras’ he shouldn’t be minding. He pushed the d
The sound of the water dripping from the holes on the pipe was like a lullaby to Layla’s ears. She had been curling her body on the corner of her cell as she endured the pain all around her body. She knew it wouldn’t take long until she completely felt the numbness she had expected after getting beaten for the day.“Ugh…” she groaned when she tried to move her head when a droplet of water fell on her face. Layla was trying to sleep to recuperate, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to unless she moved farther from where the water kept dripping.Layla was left with no choice but to drag her limping body to find a spot where was not broken pipe. She vividly remembered the first time she arrived at the place deep down on the ground where other children her age were imprisoned. The iron bars in her cell and the cold, moldy ground underneath became her ‘home’ though it wasn’t a sweet one.
The following days became tolerable for Layla with the new kid joining her in the cell. She had him whenever she needed to talk which she loved doing the most. The boy’s presence reminded her of the days when there were more kids with her, sharing the cold and hard ground where they stuck with each other.“Layla, where did you come from?” the boy asked her once, and she had no idea what to answer. She knew nothing about herself at all except that she recalled being called ‘Layla’ by someone she couldn’t remember. “How did you end up in this place?”Those questions made her yearn for knowledge in order to give the boy a response. But fate had already decided for her and the thought of going against it was too much for a girl who was ignorant of how the world works its wonders.“Forget it. If you can’t remember anything then don’t mind my questions,” he told her while patting her head. Layla loved it when he was petting her. She felt
Layla choked as she struggled from the tight grip on her neck. She moved was kicking in the air when she realized she had been lifted. Her hands were trying to grab something to hold on to as she refused to die yet. Getting strangled by the nobleman who managed the dungeon was one of the daily doses of ‘punishment’ she’d get after becoming completely useless since her eye was severed and her face was scarred. After all, her young mind made her realized that the place just above the cold and dark cell was no paradise but a dining hall for people hungry for sin. And Sir Gary happened to provide what they needed--- immorality.“Ah, what a waste. You had a pretty face before, and I was expecting you to bring me a fortune,” Sir Gary said regretfully. “Now that you’re ugly, you deserve to get more scars. You have to give back at least after I provide you shelter and food all these years!” He slapped her face with his thick and heavy, rough palms, one after another u