All Chapters of My Mother's Vampire, My Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

His palm lands hard on my ass. I try to squirm away from the sting but he’s holding me firmly in place. I should’ve known better than to sneak off. Lucien always finds out. He always has his eyes on me. But I needed to know what Elijah knows. “What the fuck did I say?” Lucien’s hard voice breaks into my thoughts as another slap lands. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. “What did I say, Layla?” he repeats. “Stay away from Elijah Wolfe.” I mutter and turn my head to look at Joncil in the driver’s seat. He keeps his eyes on the road. Smart man. “Why aren’t you?” Lucien whispers as he soothes the skin he just spanked with his hand. I don’t look at him. “I wanted to ask about my father.” The secrets surrounding my father’s disappearance always sit heavy between us. I don’t trust him and he certainly doesn’t trust me. I know there are things he and Vivian are keeping from me. Like why my father was in Manhattan to begin with. “What did he tell you?” Lucien asks. “N

I wake up the next morning feeling like a truck ran me over. I didn’t even have a single glass of wine yesterday. I was too tired from traveling and drinking seemed careless. Plus Lucien doesn’t strike me as someone who would even let a nineteen year old drink. Why am I even afraid of that guy? He’s not my father. I spent most of the night thinking about the lunch with Vivian and that blood sucker. He actually offered me an internship at his company. Or rather forced it on me. Right before asking a billion questions about my childhood, why I dropped out of college, he even had the audacity to ask about my love life. I didn’t tell him anything obviously, mainly because there was nothing to tell. Vivian on the other hand looked irritated throughout the whole lunch. I have to admit that tiny detail felt good. But something about how fast everything was happening was off. First, Vivian invites me into her home after eleven years of dead silence. Now they offer me a job. The bright

The ride back to the mansion is just as quiet. Vivian doesn’t even bother asking what the detective wanted to say. I haven’t even gotten a hug from her, or a good old ‘everything will be okay’. Mother of the year.I run to my bedroom the moment we arrive. My father’s smiling face stares back at me from my nightstand. I grab the picture frame and hug it tightly. Then I let the tears and the pain take over. I lay on my side clinging to the memory of him. Why did he have to come to Manhattan? I cry harder at the thought. What was so important that he had to leave me and come to the same city as Vivian. What does Elijah have to do with any of this? I have to find a way to get close to him. But all I know is that he and Lucien are enemies. Enemies who for some reason, want to go into business together. Maybe that breakfast meeting yesterday wasn’t in vain. The man did claim that I was his mate. I can use that to my advantage before he comes to his senses and remembers I’m just human

I watch the coffin go down. No one says anything. No one is even crying. Lila’s hand squeezes my finger. The little flesh is strangely comforting. She’s been holding my hand since we left the house. As if she’s afraid I might disappear. I don’t blame her. If it were possible, I would vanish. There’s only a handful of people at the cemetery. Not even a single outsider who knew Miles Carter except for Elijah. I saw him standing at the back with Ryan earlier. I haven’t had the chance to speak to either of them. Maybe Ryan knew my father too? Vivian is standing between Lucien and Asher. She has on these ridiculously big, dark sunglasses. I don’t know who she’s trying to fool with that shit show. Everyone who matters here knows that there’s no love lost between her and my father. I stare at the coffin until the last bit of it disappears.My father is finally somewhere I can’t reach him.“Layla?” Lila tugs on my hand.I look down at her.“Are we going home now?” She blinks those

I blink up at Vivian.Firstly because I have no idea what she’s talking about. Secondly because witches are extinct. Have been for the past century. The fact that she even mentioned them is insane. Nobody even says witch anymore.And what did she even mean by beacon?It strikes me then that although I don’t know Vivian, I might not know anything about myself either. “What do you mean? How is my blood a beacon?” I finally ask.Just then, the door opens and Lucien walks in like he didn’t just kill a man.“He is not dead,” he says, looking at me.Okay. I guess that certifies that he can clearly hear my thoughts.“How long have you been doing that?” I ask, folding my arms.“Doing what?” He raises his brow.“Reading my thoughts,” I throw back.A smirk slowly appears on his lips. “Since you walked out of your bedroom that first time.”I knew it. The moment I heard his voice in my head, I knew that he had been invading every secret thought. Was that why he spanked me after I w