‘King?’ Layla’s curiosity surged up when she heard what the stranger referred her master. ‘Is he like the king of the kingdom? A demon like him?’ She moved her gaze between both men while trying to comprehend their conversation. She was forced to look away and laugh when she spotted their naked lower body which made her feel embarrassed for them. Truly, when her eyes were covered before, she never thought about genitals and genders but when she met Zev who couldn’t avoid getting himself naked whenever he shifted, she began to realize what the word ‘consciousness’ meant.“Fovre? I don’t recall hearing that name before. What is that? A clan of lowly guard wolves abandoned by the weres?” Zev raised a brow at Lucian. He was clearly looking down at him despite him showing respect. Layla thought her master was born narcissistic, and she couldn’t help him with that. No, when she had no idea how other people were supposed to act and live their lives. She had already too muc

The sound of crickets and owls from the surrounding forest at night was as loud as the frogs croaking during rainy days. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, slowly blown by the wind. It was almost midnight, three hours since Zev put Layla to bed. It had been that long for him to endure the soft whimpers coming from her. She would yap and yip some time then suddenly grunt. Like an adorable young pup she was, Zev tolerated her. But his patience had its limit. When Layla started nibbling on his bare chest, he was forced to push her away while kneading his brows.“Layla, stop what you’re doing.” His voice was calm and calculated but with a hint of agitation. Zev was in deep thought about the possible purpose why the blood tribe wanted his person when the said lady disrupted him. “I’ll throw you outside if you won’t stop,” he murmured when Layla reached out for his hair and pulled them softly. ‘It turns out she’s now recovered. Hah, she might think she’s desperate and

The smooth texture of the white, cotton shirt tucked inside the khaki, wool pants was a breath of refreshment for Layla who used to wear rags. She tied her long, dark brown hair in a ponytail and checked herself once more in front of the mirror before leaving the room. A bright smile appeared on her face as she walked down the staircase headed to the huge, empty living room. “Oh,” she quietly exclaimed when she saw her master conversing with another man. The men looked in her direction, and she gave them a forced smile with a timid greeting saying ‘hi’. “Come over here, little Layla.” Zev gestured his hand, calling her to sit beside him. Layla nodded her head and walked to sit on his side. She held her head and was surprised to be welcomed by the sharp look in her master’s eyes. “Did… did I make you wait that long?” she asked with weary written all over her fac

Layla didn’t know what went wrong with her escape plan. She disregarded the distance she walked towards the south just to run away from the strangers she met. She thought everything went according to her strategy, but she was more than surprised to see her pursuers waiting for her ahead. Her mind was not only confused but was also running out of ideas about why she was still followed.The flood brought her to another part of the forest. The water receded like its only purpose was to distribute a little amount on every part of the woods. Layla found herself lying on the ground with her back. And when she opened her eyes, the last people she wanted to see were there, staring at her while waiting until she could finally grasp her situation.“Hoho~ we met again, little girl,” the red-haired man muttered while smiling at her. His smile wasn’t kind at all, and she had to reason to return it, so she gave him a scowl- the kind she always saw painted on her

Wet hair and soaked clothes didn’t hinder Zev when facing the men sent by the blood clan. He carried the unconscious lady under the nearby tree as he waited for the enemy’s spies to attack. He thought it wouldn’t be a big deal at all since he believed he was always the strongest, and he would remain to be until the end of his existence. His mind was set to boost his pride and ego, and he spent years alone reflecting and appreciating his might and well-being. Zev Wesley was a narcissist molded by loneliness in his lifetime solitude. But Layla came and her feisty mouth seemed to break the invisible walls separating him from the rest of the world. Her presence was unique, like a precious gem that was yet to be discovered.‘Those blood-sucking demons need a beating. Hah, what do they call themselves again? Vampire?’ Zev wondered. He turned around to check the surroundings. He knew they were being watched.“Watch over her, Lucian,” Zev ordered while gent