บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Daughter: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Layla POVIt is so dark I don't know if it's day or night or how much time has elapsed since Sasha and Isaac left. Silent tears run down my face; I want the pain to stop. Drifting in and out of consciousness, I don't hear when my tormenters return. Sasha slaps my face, “Wake up, Layla.” Opening my eyes slowly, I mumble,“Kill me and get it over with, Sasha.” She steps back, her face filled with contempt, and snarls, “I am so disappointed in you, Layla; I thought you would put up more of a fight. But then you always were weak, weren't you?” My heart and mind are numb; I don't care anymore. Sasha picks up a bottle containing wolfsbane. Isaac holds my head tightly; Sasha lifts the bottle to my mouth, laughing as she pours the liquid down my throat. I don't fight them, choking and sputtering; I swallow the burning liquid. She snorts in disgust and screams. "Your fucking pathetic, Layla.” Then storms from the room; Isaac chases after her, “You can't just leave her there, babe.” Sh

Layla POV Stashing the syringes in my pocket, I picked up the wolfsbane bucket and waited patiently as they got closer; when Sasha and Isaac entered the room, I threw the contents in their faces. Their screams echoed through the cave as they fell to the ground, trying desperately to wipe the wolfsbane off their skin. I smile down at them; this is only a tiny amount of pain that they deserve; a chuckle escapes me as I watch them writhing in agony; Lea’s voice whispering in my mind jerks me out of my trance, “Get him first, Layla.” I take my time as I sink slowly onto Isaac’s chest; his eyes widen in fear as I smirk and push the syringe full of wolfsbane into his heart. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sasha as she stumbled to her feet; when her legs gave out, she started to crawl on her hands and knees, trying to escape. I stayed where I was, relishing in the feeling of power that rippled through me as the light left Isaac's eyes; he was dead. I rose to my feet, whispering t

Layla POV Watching Alec jump out of the SUV and run toward mom and Jackson was so hard. I will never have a child of my own; my undoing was the unconditional love in their eyes as they clung to each other. I walk back into the office, closing the door as I enter and sit at the desk; I can't stay here forever; I only need five minutes to compose myself before I go back out there. Mind linking Marian, I ask, “Can you come to the office, please?” Marian taps on the door before entering. I raise my eyebrows at her, “Really, Marian, you knocked?” She chuckles as she takes a seat, asking. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?.” “I need to send wolves back to Lucian's territory.” “Ok, so how do you wish to handle it.” “I am not going to force them to come here. The wolves will have a choice to accept me as their Alpha or stay where they are as rogues.” She raised her eyebrows questioningly when she asked, “You are not going to claim Lucian's territory?” I shake my head “no” the id

Amy POV I woke up in tears, my hair and body drenched in sweat. Layla was in the dark; I could feel her pain, and a knife pierced my stomach. My hand clutched my chest as severe pain ripped through me. Then I saw Layla walking out of a cave covered in blood; she was surrounded by wolves. Layla needs me, and nothing will stop me from going to her. I climb out of bed, rush to the shower, and get dressed. Drew stirs when I grab a bag out of the walk-in and hastily throw some clothes in it. He looks at me sleepily, trying to focus, then asks, “What are you doing, sunshine?” I fall in love with Drew a little more every time he calls me that. I stop what I am doing and sit beside him on the bed. The only people that know I have these dreams are Layla and Drew. “Layla’s in trouble, Drew.” He frowns as he asks, “What, how do you know that, Amy?” “I had another dream, Drew; this time, Layla was covered in blood; she was in so much pain. Then I saw her walking through Michael's territ

Layla POV I can't take my eyes off the beautiful twin girls on my bed; I promised their dying mother I would look after them, and I will until I die; they have filled the hole in my heart. Amy sits beside me on the bed and asks, “Did she tell you their names, Layla?” I shake my head. “NO,” the poor woman didn't get the chance. I already know what I want to name them. I look at Amy and say, “This little one's name is Elena, and the beauty beside her is Bethany.’ Amy's eyes glistened with tears as she asked, “You are naming her after my mother?” I chuckle, “No, Amy, your middle name is Bethany; I am naming her after you.” Tears slowly ran down her face as she asked, “Why, Layla.” I pull her into an embrace and whisper, “I wouldn't have made it all these years without you, Amy; besides, they are too little to have such long names; we can shorten their names to Ellie and Beth.” Amy stops crying and laughs, “You have thought of everything already, haven't you?” I sm