(Layla)I spun around at the sharp impact on my back, my heart leaping into my throat. Annie sat in her wheelchair wearing the most horrifying rubber mask I’d ever seen.Bulbous red eyes bulged from sickly green skin while jagged yellow teeth protruded at twisted angles. Ridged black horns curved up from its grotesque forehead, making her look like a demon spawned from the darkest corners of hell.“Gotcha!” Annie yanked off the mask, doubling over in her wheelchair. Her laughter peeled through the room. “Your face! Oh my god, your face when you turned around!”I pressed my hand against the wall, willing my racing pulse to slow down. The polished wood felt cool under my palm, grounding me as I fought to regain my composure. Sweat beaded at my temples from the sudden spike of adrenaline.“That wasn’t funny, Annie,” I said, keeping my voice neutral despite the way my hands still shook.“Yes it was!” Annie clutched her sides, tears streaming down her cheeks as she howled with laughter. “Yo
(Layla)The moment Samuel’s arms released me, Annie’s desperate cry split the air.“Daddy!” Her anguished yell rang across the lawn.Samuel darted toward her. I ran after him, my shoes sliding on the grass still wet from yesterday’s rain. Each step kicked up tiny droplets that soaked the hem of my dress.“Wait!” I called out breathlessly. “It wasn’t what you think! Your daughter—she wanted to switch places!”My words seemed to dissolve in the space between us as Samuel reached Annie first. He scooped her small body into his arms, soft but protective. She immediately buried her face against his neck, her shoulders heaving with dramatic sobs.“Princess,” Samuel murmured, his hand smoothing over her dark hair. “Tell me what happened.”Annie’s fingers clutched his shirt. “She—she—” A hiccup interrupted her words. “She wouldn’t make me any food all day! And then she made me push her in the wheelchair!”“That’s completely false!” I stepped closer, gesturing frantically. “Annie, tell him the
(Layla)I spun around violently at the sudden embrace, my heart beating dangerously fast. Mason’s arms locked around me like iron bands, crushing me against his chest so hard I could barely breathe.His scent—pine needles and damp air—filled my nose, making my stomach turn.“Let go of me!” I thrashed against his grip, pushing at his chest hard enough to bruise my palms. My feet scrabbled for purchase on the gravel driveway. “Mason, I swear to the goddess—”My struggles only made him squeeze tighter, one arm banding around my waist while the other pressed between my shoulder blades.Mason buried his face in the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. His nose skimmed along my skin where Samuel’s mark had been that night at the bar. His breath came hot and fast against my throat.“Samuel drove you back again? How much did he pay you for one night, huh? Tell me—I’ll double it! Triple it!”Mason’s grip was unrelenting, his arms trapping me against him. My pulse throbbed wildly, not just from fe
(Layla)“What exactly do you mean I can’t leave?” I demanded in a high voice, stepping closer to the guard. “Since when does a pack guard have authority over a Beta?”The guard—Tim, I remembered now—shifted his weight nervously. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool morning. “Alpha Mason ordered me to confiscate your phone as well, Beta Layla.”I checked my purse, and indeed, the phone wasn’t there. I swallowed back the panic rising in my throat, forcing myself to remain calm. Mason was playing games again, I knew.I should have expected this.But he wouldn’t keep me here.I took a careful step back, feigning nonchalance.“What are you afraid of, Tim?” I asked, tilting my head. “That I might tell Samuel what Mason is doing? That your Alpha’s so scared of losing control, he’s resorting to holding me hostage?”Tim flinched. Just slightly, but I caught it.“Mason said—”“I don’t give a damn what Mason said.” My voice hardened. “I am the Beta of this pack. That still means somethi
(Layla)After arguing with the guard for twenty minutes, I finally reclaimed my phone from his reluctant grip. The screen lit up immediately—twenty-seven missed calls and fifteen messages from Samuel.My heart sank as I trudged toward the territory boundary, taking one dreadful step after another.Samuel’s sleek black car idled just beyond the line. I slid into the passenger seat, the coolness of the leather making me shiver.“What took you so long?” Samuel asked lowly, his eyes fixed on his phone screen.His fingers moved rapidly across the surface, typing what looked like important business messages.“Something came up,” I muttered, reaching for the seatbelt. The metal clasp felt ice-cold. “Pack business. Couldn’t be helped.”Samuel’s head snapped up suddenly, his golden eyes zeroing in on my neck. His expression hardened instantly, jaw clenching tight enough to crack stone.Confused by his reaction, I glanced in the rearview mirror. My stomach plummeted.An angry red mark marred my
(Layla)“Me?” The word came out shaky as I stared at Samuel across his massive oak desk. Homeschooling Annie?The mere thought made my stomach clench. That child already exhausted me with her constant pranks and mind games. Teaching her actual subjects felt impossibly daunting.Through the window behind Samuel, I watched pack members training in the courtyard. Seeing them running around reminded me of my own school days—top of the class, everyone had said.But teaching was completely different from learning.“I wouldn’t know where to start,” I admitted, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. “The curriculum, the lesson plans…”“Double pay,” Samuel interrupted. That shut me up immediately. My fingers stopped fidgeting.Double pay.The phrase echoed in my head, drowning out all my doubts and hesitations.Mom’s medical bills piled higher every day, the numbers growing more impossible by the hour. With double my current salary…“When would I start?” I asked, trying to keep the desperate e
(Layla)Samuel’s sharp nod directed me toward Annie’s bed. The pink comforter bunched around her small form as she sobbed into her pillow. I could see the pool of tears on her pillow.“What’s wrong?” I perched carefully on the edge of her mattress, keeping my distance.Annie’s crying intensified, her shoulders shaking harder under the blankets. The sound pierced through me despite all her manipulations. Even demon children could hurt, I supposed.I glanced at Samuel, who lounged on the plush armchair by the window. His mindlink hit me suddenly:“Why are you looking at me? I’m paying you to handle this, don’t expect me to.”Right. This was my job now. I shifted closer to Annie, reaching out to pat her back through the layers of blankets.“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk right now,” I said softly. “But when you’re ready to share, I’ll listen.”The room fell silent except for Annie’s quieting sniffles. I leaned over her bundled form, using my sleeve to gently wipe the tears from her
(Layla)I looked up sharply. “What?”“You already have a suite in the east wing, but going back to Mason was your prerogative. Not anymore, since it affects your work. Mrs. Hayes will show you to your room.”“So you know everything now?” I asked Samuel as I caught up to him in the dimly lit hallway.Samuel’s footsteps slowed. “I’m Alpha Samuel. What can’t I find out?” His golden eyes fixed on me in the darkness. “Though I admit, some things still puzzle me.”“Like what?” I asked before I could stop myself.“Like why Mason abandoned you for another woman, only to desperately chase after you now.” Samuel paused at an ornate door. “His behavior seems…inconsistent. Perhaps there are other motives at play.”The implications in his tone made me shiver. Before I could respond, he pushed open the door, revealing a spacious bedroom decorated in shades of cream and gold.“The previous nanny stayed here,” Samuel explained. “It needs tidying up. I had it cleaned, but since you haven’t been using i
Layla’s POVI woke up slowly, my body feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar curtains, momentarily confusing me until I remembered—I was in Samuel’s house, in the guest room.Images from the previous night flooded back: Barbara’s betrayal, the wolfsbane poison, Samuel’s burned hands.Pushing myself to a sitting position took more effort than it should have. The lingering effects of the poison made every muscle ache.As my vision cleared fully, I noticed I wasn’t alone in the room.Annie sat quietly in her wheelchair beside my bed, her small hands folded in her lap. Her big, round eyes never left my face, watching with an intensity that surprised me.“Annie?” I croaked, my voice still rough.Her face lit up instantly. She wheeled closer, then practically launched herself from the chair onto the bed beside me. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck as she buried her face against my shoulder, her body shaking with sobs.“I thought you were gonna die!
Samuel’s POVI burst through the mansion doors, Moonvine clutched in my bloody hands. Dr. Mercer jumped up from beside Layla’s bed when I entered her room, his eyes widening at my appearance.“You actually got it,” he said disbelievingly, taking the plants from my grasp.I didn’t waste time responding, moving instead to Layla’s side. Her condition had deteriorated—her breathing now came in short, irregular gasps, and the black blood had spread to stain her pillow.Dr. Mercer worked quickly, crushing the Moonvine into a small mortar. The purple leaves released a thick, luminescent juice that he collected in a small glass vial. He added several drops from other bottles, swirling the mixture until it turned a bright silver color.“Hold her head up,” he instructed.I slid my arm beneath Layla’s neck, gently lifting her. Dr. Mercer carefully parted her lips and let the silver liquid drip into her mouth. For several seconds, nothing happened.Then her body stiffened violently. Her back arche
Samuel’s POVMy car skidded to a halt at the edge of the forest clearing. I jumped out, not bothering to close the door behind me. The Moonlight Well stood in the center of the clearing, moonlight reflecting off its ancient stone rim.No fence surrounded it—no wolf would willingly approach the silver-lined depths.The forest around me remained eerily silent, as if holding its breath. I approached the well, my footsteps crunching on fallen leaves. Looking down, I saw nothing but darkness. The depths seemed to go on endlessly, swallowing even my enhanced vision.A thick rope hung from a rusted metal hook—left by humans who occasionally came to make wishes or drop coins. I tested it, yanking hard. It held firm.Taking a deep breath, I removed my shirt and shoes, keeping only my pants. The fewer clothes to restrict movement, the better. I wrapped my hands in thin strips torn from my shirt—pathetic protection against silver, but better than nothing.I grabbed the rope and swung my legs over
Samuel’s POVI ran toward Layla’s room, my lungs burning from exertion. The hallway seemed endless as my feet pounded against the marble floor. When I reached her door, I didn’t bother knocking—I pushed it open with enough force to make it crash against the wall.“Layla!” I called out, rushing to her bedside.The sight froze my blood. Layla lay motionless on the bed, her skin ghostly white against the dark sheets. Thin trails of blackened blood leaked from the corners of her mouth, unmistakable signs of wolfsbane poisoning. Her chest barely moved with shallow breaths.“Jack!” I roared, my voice shaking the walls. “Get in here now!”My Beta appeared at the doorway seconds later, his eyes widening at the scene before him.“Barbara poisoned her,” I snarled, checking Layla’s pulse. It fluttered weakly beneath my fingers. “She’s escaping as we speak. Find her. Bring her back.”Jack’s face hardened. “Yes, Alpha.”“And send for Dr. Mercer,” I ordered sharply. “Tell him it’s wolfsbane poisonin
Samuel’s POV“Dad?” Annie asked after a moment of silence. “I’m thirsty.”I nodded, grateful for the simple request after our heavy conversation. “I’ll get you some water.”“Thanks,” she mumbled, already looking sleepy again.I stood up from beside her bed and walked toward the kitchen, my mind still processing Annie’s surprising maturity about her mother’s absence. The hallway stretched dark and silent before me, the mansion quiet at this late hour.The kitchen was empty when I entered it. I flipped on a small light over the sink, keeping it dim to avoid disturbing anyone nearby. As I reached for a glass from the cabinet, something unusual in the trash can beside the counter caught my eye.Dark, strange-looking food remains drew my attention immediately.I filled Annie’s water glass first, placing it on a small tray, then looked closer at the trash. What appeared to be leftover soup—Annie’s dinner from earlier—had oddly blackened edges around the bowl that didn’t look like normal food
Samuel’s POVI carefully pushed open Layla’s door with my foot, entering the darkened room. I gently laid Layla down on the bed, taking care not to wake her as I removed her shoes and pulled a light blanket over her sleeping form.She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible before settling deeper into the pillows. I stood watching her for a moment longer than necessary, struck by a strange reluctance to leave.With effort, I turned away, closing her door silently behind me. Annie waited in the hallway, making no attempt to hide her presence now.“You carried her,” she stated simply.“She fell asleep watching over you,” I explained, keeping my voice neutral. “She needed proper rest.”Annie’s expression remained skeptical. “You could have woken her up.”“She was exhausted.”“Mmhmm,” Annie hummed, clearly unconvinced by my practical explanation.I crouched down, bringing myself to her eye level.“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I whispered.Annie shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. M
Samuel’s POVI watched Layla refuse to leave Annie’s side despite Barbara’s vicious accusations. The determined set of her jaw told me everything about her character. Even with Barbara claiming her therapy had caused this mysterious pain, Layla insisted on staying to help.“I’ll monitor her through the night,” Layla told me quietly. “If anything changes, I’ll wake you immediately.”Barbara scoffed loudly. “Haven’t you done enough damage? The girl needs family, not more amateur meddling.”“Barbara,” I said sharply, “enough.”She opened her mouth to argue, but something in my expression made her reconsider. With a final dirty look at Layla, she stormed out of the room, her angry footsteps echoing down the hallway.Annie’s pain seemed to subside gradually after Barbara’s “remedy,” though I remained skeptical of its actual effectiveness. More likely the pain was simply running its natural course.“You should get some rest,” Layla urged me around midnight. “I’ll stay with her.”I hesitated,
Barbara’s POVI slipped through the shadows of the hallway, the small glass vial cold against my palm. My heart raced as I paused outside the kitchen, listening for any movement inside. Silence.Perfect.The kitchen lay dark and empty when I entered, moonlight spilling through the windows to illuminate the neat counters. Chef Marco had prepared Annie’s dinner earlier—a special vegetable soup she loved. I located the covered pot easily, still warm on the stove for her evening meal.I uncorked the vial, the bitter smell of Witherbone Powder making my nose wrinkle. Ancient werewolf poison—not enough to kill, just enough to cause temporary pain and muscle spasms. Untraceable in food unless specifically tested for.The powder dissolved instantly in the hot soup, leaving no visible trace. I stirred it thoroughly, making sure no telltale residue remained along the edges of the pot.“What are you doing?”I nearly dropped the empty vial as I whirled around. Mrs. Hayes stood in the doorway, her
Layla’s POVI couldn’t believe my eyes. Annie stood there, wobbling but definitely upright, her small hands gripping the edge of her bed frame. Her legs trembled with effort, but they held her weight. My heart soared at this miraculous sight—all our hard work was finally paying off.Before I could speak, strong arms suddenly wrapped around me, yanking me backward. Samuel pulled me against his chest so forcefully that air rushed from my lungs. His arms crushed me tight, my back pressed firmly against his front. The cologne he wore filled my senses—cedar and something spicy I couldn’t name. His heart pounded against my shoulder blade, rapid and powerful.For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Not because he squeezed me too tight—though he definitely did—but because the physical contact shocked me. Samuel never touched anyone casually. This sudden embrace felt like being caught in a storm—unexpected, powerful, overwhelming.Just as abruptly, Samuel released me and stepped back. I gasped, f