Jayla"No!" I scream, my voice coming out weaker than usual as I try to hit him on his chest to hurt him, but my arms are too weak. But I don't give up. I still try. I try to kick his shin to make him lose his balance.But soon my body starts giving away and blackness starts to come into my eyes. I blink through the blurriness, trying to get my vision back but nothing helps, and the last thing I remember before passing out is the evil, cunning grin on his face.***My eyes open and a long breath leaves my throat as I hear the door slam open. Shifting my gaze toward the entrance, I notice the outline of a familiar body making its way toward me. I blink several times, trying to focus but it isn't possible. Eveything is just making my eyes hazy.I feel a sudden pressure on my neck and a sharp scream leaves my throat as I am pulled up by my collar, and onto my feet. I sway on my feet, barely managing to stand straight when my back is slammed into a wall with a very brutal force."This fu
JaylaHe smirks evilly before he continues. "But now, nothing can stop me. Not even your wolf," he says as he grabs my arm and pulls me up. I scream in pain because my wrists are still not healed from the previous burns.He clicks his tongue and is about to say something, but his eyes fog over suddenly, indicating that he is mind linking the members of his pack.He remains like that for a few minutes, his expression flashing between anger and frustration and finally, he growls loudly at the end of it.His cold gaze turns to me and he pulls me toward the opposite wall of the cellar, binding me to the silver chains, like he always does when he wants to interrogate me."What do you want now?" I growl, pulling on the silver shackles because they are already burning and bruising the skin underneath them.But I don't even flinch. Pain has nothing on me right now. I am already accustomed to it. It is a part of me now. It is a part of my new life. A new part of Jayla Parker."You know what I
Tyler"Shane!" I say into the phone, replying him in a shocked voice.I never thought that I would be happy to hear from this same person ever in my life. The truth is that I have always disliked him from the bottom of my heart. And it is not only because my mate seemed to have always liked him a bit more than me, but also because he is always more calm and composed than I am. The only time I remember him losing his temper was when it came to his mate, but other than that, he has always been the wise one. The calm one. The gentle one.But at this moment, to hear from him is like a heavy rain falling after a long period of drought. Because he seems like the only person who would be there for Jayla no matter what. Even if no one agrees to fight, at least I will have him with me to fight and I won't be alone. That is a relieving thought."You were able to hear me, right?" he asks in a somewhat cold tone. "I just asked you if Jayla is alright. I am very close to the borders of the pack n
JaylaI have never really liked being out in the sun for too long. However, being stuck in this little room with little or no light, makes me appreciate sunlight in a way I never have before.The sun signifies so much to so many people, but for me, the sun is what separates the cold climates from the hot climates, and it is also the difference between light and darkness.Looking at the small window at the the top of my room, I let out a sigh a I lean back against the wall. I don't know for how long I lay there, just looking out and wondering about many things.I don't want to think though, because thinking drives me crazy. I want to do something. I want to keep myself busy. I want to run arournd, be happy, be carefree, have friends, laugh and smile like l used to before. Sometimes I wonder what changed. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get back the life I had before my eighteenth birthday. I wonder if I will ever be that happy again. I hate my birthday now. That day changed everyth
TylerAs the voice comes to us and we all turn in unison to see who it is, we are surprised by the person standing by the doorway because that is the last person we expect to see here."Alpha Gavin," Jessica whispers, her eyes showing her surprise as we all look at the middle aged man who walks into the room.The Alpha speaks as he progresses further into the room. "I got a call from the Alpha who witnessed the fight between you and Jasper and he told me everything," he says to me. He shakes his head in disappointment and purses his lips before continuing to speak. "I don't even need to mention how disappointed l am in my son. I have always known that he is a rebellious one. But his mother ... she trusts him too much." He sighs. "But anyway, I feel like l owe you an apology, Tyler." He looks at me." For my son, I apologize to you for having put your mate in such a dangerous situation as that..." He trails off, as if unsure of what to say next.I keep quiet because I don't really know
TylerMy head starts hurting and whenever I close my eyes, I can hear screams in my head. The sound is not very clear, but it is there. It doesn't take me too much time to recognize the voice.-Chase, what is happening? I ask, and even my voice in my head is shaky and I fall on my knees, my entire body burning from the impact and there is just so much pain in my abdomen and my heart that I feel like I will throw up.I check if he is even there, and he is, but he looks and feels so paralyzed, as if he is in shock.-Chase? I whisper, and if possible, it hurts me even more to see him like that. His eyes are blank and he looks like he has seen a ghost. He looks like his hopes have been dashed and as if he can never be okay again.-What... what is happening? I ask again, and even though I know that it is her who I just heard in my head, I am in a kind of denial. I am hoping that he will tell me that she is okay and that I am just imagining things.But the way he is behaving... it scares th
JaylaWhen I was a kid, whenever I saw my father giving someone an injection, or whenever I got an injection, I used to cry so much. My parents always laughed it off and said that it was funny that I hated injections and blood despite my own father being a doctor. It made no sense to me really, but it did to them.I like science. I like the chemical aspect of it. But when it comes to blood and a syringe or any other sharp object, I usually run away.Never had I ever had a thought as a child that a day would come when I would be standing with that very syringe I had hated as a child in my hand, ready to kill someone to save my own life.My guess is that life works in quite unpredictable ways. Things we never think will happen to us, and things we never prepared for will happen. And we have to survive them. We have to weather the storm and come out at the end of it. That is how it is.When we are kids, we are so oblivious to the evil things which happens in the real world. It is as if
Jayla "Did you miss me?" he asks as he walks forward and further into the room, with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips, and a smug grin on his ugly face. Oh, how I would love to wipe it off. And I will. Soon. Very soon. I grit my teeth, my heart filling with immense hatred and disgust for the excuse of a man but I manage not to let what I am feeling show on my face. I can't let him know my true intent. I keep a blank face while I speak because that is how I want to play this out. "No, I didn't and I wish you never even showed up," I say.I want my words to anger him. Because I know that when he is angry, he takes rash decisions and lets his guard down a bit. I am capitalizing on that piece of information to further my plan.But my words don't anger him as much as I want, and my plan fails as he starts to laugh quite bitterly, the sound jarring my ears to the extent that I want to scream out loud in frustration. "Oh my God, you are so funny," he says, pretending to chuckle