Pale face, trembling lips, and trying to avert his gaze while gasping, Zev knew Lucian was hiding something from him. And whatever that was, he’d make him spill it out. Zev took a deep breath and glanced at the guy’s chest. “Are you hiding something?” He grinned. “Of course you do. You’re breathing unevenly… you’re not lying to me, but you ain’t telling everything.”
Lucian sucked in his breath before exhaling the air he just inhaled. “Your Majesty, I…” he stuttered, still contemplating whether to reveal his secret or not. “I… I have a twin brother,” Lucian continued.
Zev frowned. ‘Twin brother?’ He shrugged. “Oh? What does it have to do with your investigation?” He had an idea, but he preferred to hear it from the guy. “Don’t make me ask you every time. I don’t have enough time to keep you company tonight. Just tell me what you know,” Zev lifted his crossed his legs, and waited for the guard wolf to talk.
“Your Majesty, I have a twi
It was the familiar breathy sound that woke up Layla. Before she could open her eyes, she expected to see his master’s broad chest. She was sure satisfied looking at it in the morning after waking up. She let out a soft chuckle when proving her thoughts to be correct. Right, she woke up again with him by her side. Layla checked everything there seemed nothing ‘unusual’. She was wearing nothing but a towel draped around her and Zev was half-naked. It was rare for Layla to see the man wearing trousers in his sleep, but she was glad he did. Otherwise, she had to burn the image of his ‘pet’ in her mind again. The young lady lifted her head to see his face. He was sleeping soundly like an innocent kid, and if she didn’t know he was a demon in human-like form, she might have fallen for his deceptive look and that… his meaty flesh which seemed to be inviting.There shouldn’t be any problem for Layla to see anyone’s
Zev felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He didn’t have to check what’s causing it. There was no doubt, it was the mark Layla gave her. Good thing, Layla was there to ease the pain. Just like his Alpha’s mark, the mark she left on him seemed to have the same purpose; to bind the alpha and his mate. It was a visible vow between the two fated Weres. A mark that could strengthen the bond between them. Zev had always wondered how could someone like Layla existed without other Were clans knowing. He should have remembered her around when he was still not cursed, yet he heard nothing about a female white Were, and she’s even a Werewolf just like him.He stared at her green eyes and spoke, “Aren’t you afraid to get burnt by the flame you lit? If you wish to continue, you have to be well-prepared.” Zev waited for the young lady’s reply, but he was disappointed. Layla gave him a cold look before turning her back on him. She was about to get off him when he tugged her on the ar
Layla tried her hardest to avoid the man after such an awkward situation they were in. She would either stay in the kitchen to roast boar’s meat for her meal or sharpened her daggers before training. Zev on the other hand also kept his distance which made her feel relieved as she didn’t know how to face him again if ever he asked her to talk to him. Even Lucian seemed more aloof towards her. Well, the guy had always been like that anyway, so Layla wasn’t really bothered.She spent a whole day in the jungle, hunting for a particular boar as part of her daily exercises to get stronger. She would eat her lunch under the tree and would take a nap in the afternoon after going back to her training. Layla was more comfortable doing whatever she wanted in the forest instead of staying in the mansion with her moody master. Little did she know, Zev was also there, watching her from afar.“Ah! Why can’t I find it?” She said while stomping her feet in frustrati
Zev frowned when Layla kissed him. He had a hard time holding in his breath underwater and was thinking of taking some air and share it with the lady until they reached the end of the river, although it meant heading to the sea. But she pulled him instead to kiss. At first, he thought she knew how to share air, but it turned out that she was trying to mimic something she had no idea how exactly should be done. He wanted to laugh at her if only he wasn’t in a hurry to breathe. Zev held Layla’s waist and popped their heads out of the water. The river was not so deep, but the water pressure was strong like always.“Hah!” They both gasped. Zev looked around like still snaking his arm around the lady’s waist. He could smell the ‘stink’ of a vampire, and he knew the intruder should be just around the corner. He glanced at Layla’s flushed face before gesturing her to take another deep breath. Zev was thinking to settle the score with the vampire when they reached an open a
Layla quietly listened to the men as they conversed. Her mind was occupied with thoughts as to why Zev had to escape after that dangerous attack in the forest that almost hit her. As she observed the pale-looking man in front, she felt something pricking in her chest. It was a familiar sensation she hadn’t felt for a while. Maybe it was a few years back when she couldn't get out of the dungeon… she knew she felt the pain before. Surprisingly, she wasn’t certain why she did. It was just that when she looked at the man in a black coat, her guts were telling her he was someone she knew yet couldn’t remember.‘Perhaps he had something to do with the dungeon. Did he come to get me?’ Layla clenched her fists as she moved behind Zev who was sneering at the stranger. She had a wild guess that the man was the culprit of the attack earlier and based on what Zev told her, the man came for her, yet he tried to kill her. Chills were running through her bones and she was certain
Fear crept through her veins and she couldn’t stop shaking. Layla found herself crawling backward not minding her injury from the fall when her butt hit a rock. She was trembling as she moved away from the monstrous creature. Her eyes were never leaving the hideous sight in front. On the other hand, the man in black coat seemed not to falter over Zev’s appearance. Layla breathed deeply. She still couldn’t believe it was her master.‘So what happened to his pretty face?’ She thought mindlessly as she had a hard time processing everything at that moment. Layla shook her head furiously as she held tightly on the dagger. Her instinct was telling her to be on guard if she didn’t want to die yet. And she need not be asked if she wanted to since she would always refuse to die.“I’m flattered, Wesley,” the pale-skinned man said. He took a peek at her behind the monster and smiled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you get hurt. Not even by this thing,” he contin
Zev swore he just saw himself like facing a mirror and his ultimate form was reflected. His heartbeat went wild as he stared at Layla who was slowly shifting her form. He had to guess it's the lady’s first time. The bloodlust in her eyes could tell that she wasn’t capable of controlling herself yet.“Layla, take it easy,” he said, gesturing his hand down gently while trying to coax the lady who was getting out of control. “You can’t shift like this,” he added and attempted to approach the other to stop her shifting. Layla was inexperienced and the ‘meal’ she had out of the vampire’s body the other night must be her first. She didn’t give off the same scent as they do base on what Lucian said. And most of all, Zev witnessed the moment she turned into a beast at midnight after basking in the moonlight. Weres didn’t need to be blessed by the moon to shift. They already went beyond the horizon where they used to rely on the moonlight’s power.In Layla’s
Zev Wesley shivered when he felt a not-so-familiar sensation creeping inside him. He knew what it was called, yet he refused to believe he felt it. It wasn’t fear, but his body couldn’t stop trembling. It wasn’t excitement, but he strongly desired to achieve something. He shook his head briefly and stared at the lady’s green eyes.“What did you say?” He asked, stammering. Zev felt a pang of pain irking inside his chest and later, the uncomfortable sensation spread through his nerves in his entire body. “You want what?” He asked again when Layla didn’t reply.Layla’s tail was as thick as her hair reaching the ground in shinning silvery-white. Her clothes weren’t ripped as her body didn’t grow larger, it became a little smaller than before. Her face was an embodiment of that of a fierce yet mystical wolf with unparalleled esoteric beauty. The pair of wolf ears popping out as they moved on the side of her head gave an adorable sense to her overall imag