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Chapter 32
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
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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
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