Novel & Cerita Ayla Exclusive

Without doubt, someone was killed and a part of that person is inside. “Give me that, uncle!” Allaya demands and her tone is sending chills on my back, a thing that never happened in my entire existence. Her pitch-black eyes are currently purple with flecks of red, and her voice did not sound like herself. It was probably Pandora the one that spoke. And Allaya is not yet aware what can happen if she cannot control Pandora. “Give that to me, now!” She orders and I find myself obeying, my body moving on my own.

“I work a lot, Ayla , and I won’t explain myself to you. As a woman, your only job is to raise my children.” Anger flared in her eyes, but she turned and left. I wasn’t in the mood to consider her teenage antics. She’d better get rid of them soon. When I emerged fully dressed in another dark three-piece suit fifteen minutes later, I found Ayla on the sofa in the living room of our suite, typing on her phone. She was smiling softly. I stalked over to her. “Who are you talking to?” Her head shot up, her brows drawing together. “Excuse me?” “Who are you talking to?”

A maid named Elena met her, guiding her through corridors with somber expressions and hushed instructions. At the entrance to her suite, Elena paused. “If you need anything, ring the bell. You’ll be… visited tonight.” Aliyah turned sharply. “Visited?” Elena hesitated. “He will come. It’s part of the contract. Please, try not to anger him.” Aliyah entered the room alone. It was lavish, beautiful—everything her home wasn’t. But she felt no awe. Only dread. The dress clung to her skin like a shroud. Her hands moved unconsciously to her belly, even though nothing was there yet. Not yet.

I say, my voice dropping to a desperate tone. Her expression remains unreadable, her steady gaze locked onto mine. Kayla isn’t one to show emotions easily. But I’ve seen her with Ally—she’s always been more open, more free-spirited when it comes to her. Now, though, she stands firm, unreadable. "No," she finally says, shaking her head. "Ally doesn’t have a child. Not that I’m aware of." She glances between me and Liam as if searching for something neither of us understands.

SIXTEEN YEARS AGO Ariana, the Luna of the blood moon pack had just put to bed when the shocking news came that their pack was under attack, there was chaos everywhere, the attackers knew just when to strike, their pack has been formidable for years and there was peace after they had removed the pack's last leader and her husband, Alpha Dylan has taken over the leadership, with a witch as his Luna, no one dares them, so, she must commend their attacker, they knew just when to strike and they hit unexpectedly, her husband Dylan rushed into the room where she had just pushed out their baby, his face etched o worry but softened when he beheld their baby boy, "my boy, his name will be called Aida

RIP his balls. I fiercely pull his hair back and hiss furiously, “I am straighter than the pole your mother dances on, Jax. And I am not gay, I am very much into vaginas. Send your mate to my room, I can prove you with the live telecast. But this mate thing was a big mistake done by the moon goddess. So tell me, how can I contact her?” If I could I would have sued Moon goddess by now. A low, sustained growl echoes through his chest, but soon it fades away. Jax doesn't reply, but a smile appears on his face. It widens so far that I could see his missing teeth. "So tell me, Alpha Ryan! How will you have your pups?"

He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

He gave the phone to Ashley, "Take it, someone wants to speak to you." Ashley, whose hands had been tied together at this point, accepted the phone and took it to her ear. She opened her eyes in shock when she heard Mira say, "Ashley, in your next life, never mess with me again."

She was tugging at my heartstrings a little harder. “Okay, well, I’m going to sort this out, my love. You don’t need to cry; I’ll fix it all,” I reassured her and kissed her forehead. “I need to talk to Alune; she has taken control of Ayla’s body. It all went a bit wrong when Ayla retrieved her mate from the spirit plane, a fallen Exalted Hurt our Ayla, and now she is bound to the Exalted completely unless we can find a way to release her. The only way Alune can heal Ayla is to get a sample of the Fallen’s venom so she can make an antidote” I let all the information spill from my lips; it was like I had no choice; I had to tell her everything, my heart seemed to want me to.

There were days I wondered whether Lance’s discipline was loyalty or a private form of mockery too subtle to punish. Ayla stood at the far end of the laboratory, surrounded by glass tubes, metal instruments, preserved samples and several suspended screens showing blood patterns I did not recognize. Her pale hair was tied back, sleeves rolled to her elbows and gloves stained faintly with something silver. She did not look up when I approached. “What is it?” I asked. She finally lifted her eyes. “Congratulations.” I frowned immediately. “What are you planning?” Ayla sighed. “Why does everyone assume I am planning something?”