Mag-log inRejected by her fated mate for a political alliance, Layla sleeps with his uncle, Alpha Samuel. When her ex begs for reconciliation, Layla coolly replies, "Sorry, I’ve lost interest in you." Though Alpha Samuel claims their one-night stand was a mistake, his actions suggest otherwise. Their chemistry continues to ignite, and the tension between them is far from over...
view moreLayla’s POVThree months later, I stood in the nursery of our new home, one hand resting on my rounded belly as I watched Annie arrange toys in the crib.“The baby’s going to love this bear,” Annie said seriously, positioning a stuffed animal just so. “It’s the softest one in the whole store.”I smiled at her concentration. The months after our wedding had gone very fast. We’d moved into the Chairman’s residence, and I was adjusting to my new status as Princess and Luna, but watching Annie embrace her future as a big sister had been one of the greatest joys of it all.“I think you’re right,” I agreed, settling into the rocking chair by the window. “The baby is very lucky to have such a thoughtful big sister.”Annie beamed at the praise. She’d grown taller over the summer, and the trauma of losing Charlotte had given her a maturity beyond her years, but her smile was still bright, still genuine.“When will the baby come?” she asked, moving her wheelchair beside my chair.“Another six mo
Layla’s POVThe Alpha Council hall was packed beyond capacity. Pack leaders from every territory had traveled here for Samuel’s inauguration ceremony, filling the tiered seating that rose toward the vaulted ceiling. The formal dress requirements meant everyone looked their absolute best.Some wore traditional ceremonial robes in their pack colors—deep forest greens, rich burgundies, and royal blues. Others had chosen military dress uniforms with polished brass buttons and medals earned in border conflicts.The older Alphas sat in the front rows, their faces serious as they waited for the proceedings to begin. Younger pack leaders occupied the middle sections, some fidgeting with nervousness while others maintained the stoic composure expected of their rank.I sat in the front row, wearing the blue silk gown my father had insisted on—something befitting my newly recognized royal status. Samuel stood at the podium, looking powerful in his dark ceremonial robes. The golden Chairman’s pin
Layla’s POVAbigail burst through the cemetery gates, her hospital gown flowing behind her like a white banner. Her face was twisted with rage and desperation, her blonde hair wild and uncombed. She clutched something in her right hand—something that flashed silver.“You lying bitch!” she screamed, charging toward us across the grass. “You’re trying to steal my life!”I saw the knife then, a long surgical blade she must have taken from the hospital. Her grip was wrong, awkward, but the desperation in her eyes made her dangerous.“Abigail, stop!” Nathaniel shouted, stepping forward. “Put the knife down!”“She’s not your daughter!” Abigail shrieked, raising the blade high above her head. “I am! I’m the one you raised! I’m the one who loves you!”She ran straight at me, the knife aimed at my chest. Time slowed as I saw my death approaching, saw the gleaming metal arcing toward my heart.Claire moved faster than I thought possible. She threw herself between us, her arms spreading wide to s
Layla’s POVThe cemetery stood before us in neat rows of white marble and granite. Ancient oak trees provided shade over the winding paths, their branches heavy with summer leaves. Nathaniel walked beside me, his steps slower than usual, as if the weight of memory made each movement difficult.“This way,” he said quietly, leading me toward a section of newer graves near the back of the cemetery.“Samuel told me to face everything,” I said, breaking the silence between us. “He said hiding from the truth only makes it hurt more.”Nathaniel glanced at me, something unreadable in his expression. “Samuel is a wise man. Perhaps wiser than I’ve been.”We stopped before a beautiful marble headstone carved with roses and inscribed with elegant script. Luna Elizabeth, Beloved Wife and Mother. She brought joy to all who knew her.“My wife,” Nathaniel said simply. “Your mother. She died ten years ago today.”I stared at the grave, trying to process the strange coincidence. Here I was, standing wit
Layla’s POVThe guards lifted Jolene’s lifeless body from the floor. Blood pooled where her head had hit the hardwood, dark and spreading slowly across the polished boards. Annie sat frozen beside the coffee table, her small frame shaking as tears poured down her cheeks.“Mommy’s really gone,” Annie
Samuel’s POVI watched the guard freeze in place behind the woman, his hands mere inches from her shoulders. She sensed something and glanced back nervously, her eyes widening as she realized how close he’d come to grabbing her.“Let her talk first,” I ordered, my voice calm despite the rage buildin
Layla’s POVI watched Charlotte’s face as Annie continued chattering about the party decorations. Something shifted behind her eyes, a tightness around her mouth that she tried to hide. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides before she forced them to relax.“Why don’t we get the cake ready?” Charl
Samuel’s POVThe seconds ticked by like hours as I stared at the knife pressed against both women’s throats. My mind raced through possible strategies, but every scenario ended with at least one of them dying. The guard’s hand trembled slightly, making the blade waver dangerously close to vital arte






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