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Lyla POV:Crap! Crap! Just my freaking luck!After the sneaky little time the twins and I had in the closet back in the academic building, I had fallen asleep from the utter bliss coursing through my body at the time. What was great at the time, but I was paying the consequences for it now. Cameron and Samuel had dropped me off in my room in my sleepy state, leaving a note telling me I should be in class and on time. Otherwise, they would have to punish me. And to add to the note, they added a damn winky face at the end, which totally meant the punishment they were looking at would not be deemed ethically appropriate by the code of conduct of Maxwell Academy. Not that I was complaining but damn those two. They had to know I would never get to class on time. They just needed an excuse to be touchy-feely.However, that wasn't why I was running as fast as a hyena with my tongue practically hanging out my mouth. Those two dimbwits didn't even bother setting the alarm or waking me. Hell, e

Four Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:A deafening silence hung in the air, so dense it felt like we were all drowning in it. The tension was a palpable entity, as real and as terrifying as a predator stalking its prey. My brothers' faces were masks of disbelief transitioning into fury, and Jax's eyes were a tempest of disappointment and a deeper sadness I couldn't quite place. Cameron and Samuel remained inscrutable, their royal poise not betraying a sliver of emotion. Yet, I sensed a simmering tension under their composed façades.It was Lars who broke the silence, his voice icy and tight."Would you mind explaining what the hell is going on here?"The weight of the world seemed to press down on my shoulders, heavy and unforgiving. How could I even begin to explain the unexplainable? The emotional chaos, the magnetic pull I felt toward two men who had just walked into my life, and the friction it was causing with the family I had loved all my life?"I was just taking a walk," I star

Three Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:I jolted awake, my chest heaving like I'd run a marathon. A thin layer of sweat clung to my forehead as I scanned the room, trying to remind myself where I was. My bedroom, my sanctuary, yet it felt so foreign for a moment. The aftertaste of the dream—no, the nightmare—lingered, making it hard to distinguish reality from the haunting images that had filled my mind.Alana, who was busy studying at her desk, glanced up at me, worry etched into her features."Lyla, you okay? You look as if you've been through the wringer."I opened my mouth to respond but hesitated. How could I even begin to describe what I'd just experienced?"You ever have a dream so...vivid that you could swear it was real?"Alana placed her pen on the notebook, clearly sensing the urgency in my voice."No, not like you're describing. What happened? You're clearly shaken."With a sigh, I realized I couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. The dream was too vivid, too real, and it

Three Days To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:The dress I'm wearing tonight drapes gracefully over my figure, subtle yet captivating. I fasten the clasp of my silver necklace with a wolf pendant, a contrast to the opulence surrounding me. A flicker of uncertainty crosses my eyes. Tonight feels like a shifting point, but in what direction, I'm not sure.I shake off the unsettled feeling, picking up my clutch purse from the vanity. It's laced with gold trim that matches the room's decor, a blend of tasteful pastels and rich fabrics.Alana, lying on her bed, looks up from her book as I pass by. The silk sheets fold around her, enhancing her royal demeanour even in casual moments."You look stunning, Lyla.""Thanks, Alana," I answer, thankful for her words but catching the keen observation in her eyes.She sets her book aside, a slight frown on her face."Is everything alright? You seem...distracted.""I'm okay, just thinking about tonight," I reply, evading her questioning gaze.Alana looks at

One Day To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:The dimly lit panic room was a heavy canvas of panic, anxiety, and raw emotion. Everywhere I looked, women, children, and the elderly were a blur of frightened faces and tearful eyes. While the room's walls were layered with ancient spells and state-of-the-art materials meant for protection, they felt oppressive, trapping us away from our loved ones outside.For a brief moment, hope ignited within me as I thought I glimpsed the familiar shapes of Lars and the triplets among the crowd. But as I approached, my heart sank; the resemblance was mere coincidence. My brothers were on the other side of those walls. A wave of helplessness washed over me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.The somber quietude of the panic room was a stark contrast to the chaos I imagined beyond its walls. That quiet was soon shattered by another deafening explosion. The room shook, lights flickered, and a cascade of dust poured from the ceiling. Panic spread like wildfire;