บททั้งหมดของ The Nymph’s Alpha : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Ayla POV My stomach felt heavy still, my nightmare had unsettled me. I finished my coffee, washed my cup and left it to dry and quickly tidied away the mess from last night before getting ready for another day of trying not to stare at Callan and do some work. The work distracted me. As I was leaving the flat, Callan, Micha and Eric were all walking down the stairs from their penthouse, laughing and talking to one another. “Good morning sunshine. Why don’t you come with us to save your petrol?” Micha beamed. He was always so cheerful and happy. I glanced at Callan who was watching me closely. I felt my cheeks heat up so I quickly looked at Micha, needing to get away from his gaze. “It’s OK.” “Nonsense, it’s silly we all live in the same building, and we’re all going to the same office. Come on, I’ll carry your bag.” He grabbed my bag and swung it over his shoulder and began to prance down the stairs dramatically, making me laugh. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You know Micha is a

Callan POV I can hear her giggles seeping through the floorboards, hearing her laughter fills me with a warmth I didn’t know existed, and knowing she is safe inside her flat fills me with relief, I would feel better if she was beside me, but that’s too soon. First I have to figure out a way of protecting her from Alister whilst figuring out how I take control of the pack. I look at my friends sitting opposite me waiting with anticipation at what I am about to tell them. “The other day when Minister Robert pulled me to one side and told me about Alister’s plans with Freya, he also told me it was time for me to take control of the pack. He has given me until the end of the month, and then he will take the pack from my dad. If I let him take the pack and give it to me, I would appear weak to other alphas and I can’t challenge him for it because he would fight to the death and I can’t lose my mum. What am I going to do?” “Well, when it rains it pours,” Eric said. “What about a pack

Ayla POV I can feel his fingers trailing up my body through the duvet, but I can’t move. My body is frozen. The tall dark figure stands above me looking down as I lay paralysed. He runs his fingers down my hair, brushing it away from my face as he leans in closer. “You are quite remarkable.” He whispers as he leans closer to my face. I can’t make out any features other than his yellow glowing eyes, but they aren’t like normal eyes, they are slanted, like the eyes of a cat, beautiful and elegant, his iris and pupils seemed oval in shape. I feel pressure on the bed as he places his hands on either side of me, trapping me between my mattress and duvet. He tries to press his lips against mine, but I manage to turn my head, as his lips touch my cheek and a bitter chill runs through my body. He grabs my face, squeezing it and leans in once again. “No please no!” I cry. He backs away slightly, his eyes boring into mine. “You don’t have to be afraid of my Ayla, at least not yet anyway

Callan POV The garage had a few cars still parked inside but Ayla’s red Mini Cooper had gone. Time seemed to slow down knowing she wasn’t here. I needed to get to the office, so I could see her with my own eyes. I needed to know she was safe. I could smell her sweet scent in the elevator as it reached the seventh floor and the heaviness on my chest lifted. But something Micha said screamed at me, and as much as it was going to kill me, I was going to have to avoid Ayla as much as possible. I didn’t trust all of the wolves in my pack, which was sad, and what was sadder was that I couldn’t trust the wolves I worked with. Now that he knew Ayla was mated to one of us, he would have upped his game watching us and if he got the slightest suspicion we had lied about who Ayla really was to me, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. I stepped off the elevator and gave Ayla a small nod of my head, but I walked right past her, shutting my office door and locking out her scent. She stood up from her

Ayla POV “Ladies, come on, let's go!” Jack shouted up the stairs. I was already feeling tipsy after we had drunk a full bottle of wine, but as I looked in Nicolas' mirror one last time, I had to admit I looked good. I was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that had a hole above each knee, a sheer lace black top with a dipped neckline, meaning I couldn’t wear a bra, with long lace sleeves, a pair of black high-heeled sandals and a black belt wrapped around my waist. Nicola had done my makeup dark and smoky and my hair was waved and hung down over my shoulder. “Wow!” Jack said as I made my way down the stairs. Thanks to the bottle of wine I had helped finish off, I was feeling brazen. “Thanks, Jack.” I smiled as I walked past him and climbed into the taxi waiting for us. We bounced around a few of the bars, but my cheeks were starting to hurt from all the laughing I had been doing. Jack seemed like a fun guy and I found myself flirting with him. I couldn’t remember the last time