DEL MORINO I didn't want to do this but I knew it was for the good of everyone, that way Drake and his madness won't get to her. But the argument over her going over my mothers pack wasn't the only thing that bothered me. My heart thumped more rapidly with each second. I had a second thought and was tortured in the room, giving instructions to the guards to tighten the security.This was something I had never been good at: love, relationships, anything that could expose me. However everything about Layla seemed to break down my barriers when I gazed at her. Although her beauty was indisputable it wasn't the only thing. It was the way she gave me the impression that perhaps—just possibly—I wasn't as isolated as I had assumed. She made Me believe in true love again.I sighed and stopped pacing and faced her. We had just been through an emotional storm and Layla was sitting on the sofa with teary eyes. The words had flowed
LAYLA Everything appeared the same but nothing felt normal—it was like entering a room immediately following a storm. Del’s guards formed a close circle.He had said this was the best way to find out what was happening, an interrogation but then they had found out something else. A guard in another pack, rumours had it that he was speaking to a man and that it might be Drake. Their faces were grim and their heads were bent. The quietness was excessively loud and dense. At first, I didn’t see Del. Then I heard it . A voice. Low. dangerous. “Loyalty is not a word I use carelessly.” Del stated. I backed off, gasping for air and hid just far enough behind the open door to be seen without being noticed. Del was standing in the middle, his eyes dark with rage, his shirt sleeves rolled up. One of the guards, Micah, I believe was on his knees trembling and covered in blood. He had been beaten by fellow guards to a pulp for what he did but he had k
LAYLA I had just gotten out of the shower and the warm soft steam was sticking to my skin like a second coat. The water had been so calming but as soon as I wrapped the towel around myself and headed for my bedroom the atmosphere changed. Normally reassuring, the packhouse's silence felt strange. I was alerted by my instincts that something—someone—was watching me. I stopped in my tracks.I swallowed hard and looked around me nervously and felt cold seeping into my skin. Then I caught sight of him. There was a man standing just inside the room, behind my wardrobe. He was too silent and motionless like a lurking shadow ready to attack. His calculating, cold and dark eyes met mine. His eyes were so cold, like they belonged to the angel of darkness. He grinned, showing yellow fangs.Despite my body feeling frozen, my instinct told me to run and get away. He didn't rush towards me and stabbed me with the knife glinting in hi
LAYLA The silence hung over me like a thick mist as I looked around the room. He had left very early in the morning.Because he disliked leaving anything undone, he must have left early to supervise pack matters. I felt a pang in my chest and guilt.He was doing too much already and needed rest so he doesn't break down but Del was stubborn.I secretly hoped that I could relieve him of some of his troubles even if only temporarily. With gentle footsteps on the floor, my maids entered as the door softly opened. They bowed and began arranging the table to set breakfast for me.After everything that had happened, the delicate arrangements, the fine china and the little luxuries that had once been so reassuring now seemed far away.“Good morning, Luna Layla,” one of the maids, Anna said , smiling gently. After setting the tray on the bed next to me, she took a step back and the other maid did the same. “Your meal has been prepar
LAYLA The packhouse was too still and too silent. It seemed as though the world outside was very different from the suffering I was experiencing within, even though I could hear the maids working below, the kitchen staff getting ready to serve breakfast to everyone. I couldn’t get rid of the sensation that something had changed. I had lost my baby and Adrian was gone and I couldn't stop blaming myself though. I didn't want to think about anything, but somehow I found myself going down memory lane, my head swirling with thoughts I should have avoided I squeezed the tears that had I had resisted from falling earlier out of my eyes and closed my eyes briefly.I had lost my baby, it was the only thing that had connected me and Drake but I had wished everyday to see my child. And now, I wondered if Drake knew that I was pregnant when I left? Or maybe he knew but was acting like he didn't? Or maybe, it might be one of the reasons why he wanted me back.
The thick silence of the mansion was broken by the low but piercing voices on the other side. Del's normally,calm voice had taken on a darker tone of anger, suspicion or something else I couldn’t quite describe. “Someone inside the pack helped Drake.” Del had said in a quiet but clear voice. I felt like I was frozen in place by the words which came like a thunderclap. I didn't think this was even possible at all and I was getting tired of the whole issue.He lowered his voice to a murmur. He spoke slowly like he was deep in thoughts like he was thinking about something. “We are up against an enemy and the worst part is we don't know who.”“Del, we have discussed this. We lack evidence. You can’t just—!”“ Finn, I don’t require proof. “I've been observing everything going on lately.” Del said, his tone growing icier and more piercing. “I saw how the guards behave around me, anxious looks, averting my gaze when I pose inquiries.