[Layla’s POV]My eyes were red and swollen from all the tears I had shed over the last three weeks. My body was sore, I had a throbbing headache, a burning fever and I ached all over. I even felt nauseous, and I had a mild cramp in my stomach, but with all that, that wasn’t the reason I was in so much pain. My pain came solely from my heart, and there was no doubt that my tears could fill up a river.No matter how many times I requested to see him, sent letters to him and sent messages through the guards to him, he just didn’t want to see me. He didn’t believe me, and he didn’t want to hear my own side of the story. He was done with me, and my heart ached because of that fact.Had I been wrong in thinking that the bond would continue to exist even if he rejected me? I didn’t know what else to think, except that he probably didn’t feel any sort of love towards me again and I should just stop trying.As I laid on the floor of the prison cell while looking up to the ceiling, I heard a kn

[Xavier’s POV]I was drowning in my thoughts when Mr Harvey, the Pack’s doctor and Jeffrey’s father stepped into the dining room.“Greetings, Alpha Xavier,” he said as he walked towards where I sat.“Greetings. Please, have a seat,” I told him, and he sat down almost immediately.“What brings you here? I’m feeling a little bit tipsy, so if you are here to apologise again on behalf of your son, I would advise you against it. I can’t help Jeffrey out in his final trial which is coming up soon enough if he doesn’t admit that he is guilty and shows that he is indeed sorry and remorseful. I’ve said it before and I am saying it again. That’s the only way I can reduce his sentence,” I told him.He cleared his throat. “I totally understand you, Alpha Xavier. However, I am not here for the sake of my son today,” he said.I looked up, surprised. “If you’re not here for his sake, what then are you doing here?” I inquired.He heaved a deep sigh. “It is about Layla, the Omega,” he said.I adjusted

[Xavier’s POV]I flipped through the pages of the reports Layla had made on the cases I had assigned to her. She had left the book in her bedroom, and since she went back to prison where she rightfully belonged, nothing had been done to change the room whatsoever.I could sense that Roman was coming in, and I immediately closed the book and tossed it into the drawer, then stood up from the chair immediately. I didn’t want anyone to see the report book and find out that I was deliberately doing the opposite of Layla’s suggestions just to spite her.There was a knock on the door, and I opened it up almost immediately so that it appeared as though I was on my way out before he came in.“Hey, where have you been?” I asked, upon seeing Roman standing in the doorway.“I went to see you-know-who in prison. I was surprised when the guards informed me you were here,” Roman commented.I cleared my throat. “I was searching for something, and I felt that I had probably left it in here,” I said.“

[Layla’s POV]Two days had gone by, and I hadn’t heard any word from Jeffrey. I was sick to the bones, and my head kept on spinning and turning. I was half-dead, and the only reason I managed to keep my eyes open and stay strong was for my child’s sake.However, I was determined that I would reveal that Jeffrey was guilty once another day passed, since it would be five days since Xavier made his proclamation, and I couldn’t afford to go another day after tomorrow without food, water or medicine.Anyone could say that I was selfish and evil, but I didn’t care. Jeffrey was also being selfish, and I had tried long enough. Not only was I refused from eating or drinking, I also had to work like an elephant when I didn’t get even the tiniest thing that could feed an ant.Just that day, I had been made to wash tablecloths, sweep everyone else’s prison cells, draw water from the well, and presently, I was clearing out horse dung. My waist hurt, and it also felt as though a thousand hyenas wer

[Layla’s POV]I was burning up and had lost all my strength. It was the fifth day, and I had made the ultimate decision to tell everyone that Jeffrey was guilty of what he was being accused of. Sincerely, I hoped he forgave me as this was the only way my child and I could survive... that’s if I could live past today.“Water,” I muttered numbly.My throat felt itchy and my mouth was dry. I was still tied to the stake and my head ached terribly. I was tired, afraid and weak. I needed water at least. How could they be so mean to me? How?“Layla,” I heard a familiar voice whisper.It was already morning, but the sun wasn’t up in the sky yet. I craned my neck and blinked my eyes rapidly so that I could make out who was standing there as my vision was hazy.“Kyle?” I called.“Layla, are you okay?” he asked, running over to where I had been tied to a stake.My eyes became clouded with tears. “Do I look okay?” I asked in a calm voice.He tried to loose the ropes that had been used to hold me