Novel & Cerita Kayla Nobles

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

RICARDO Kayla walked into the room munching on a bruschetta, her hair tied up in a messy pony-tail wearing a simple white tank-top some blue levi shorts and a pair of flip flops, despite how simple it all looked, you couldn’t help but notice the aura of elegance around her, “what? You are staring”. “Nothing kayla”.

And yet, somehow, we’ve never met Kayla in the flesh. We’ve FaceTimed, sure. Talked plenty. But every time we were scheduled to meet—something happened. Her job would pull her away, or we’d get called into something here. Every damn time. Kayla’s a respected architect, both in the werewolf and human worlds. She consults globally—city planning, infrastructure, bridges especially. Add our duties as Alpha and Beta, and somehow, two decades slipped by without that introduction. We’ve joked for years that the Goddess was keeping us apart on purpose.

Kayla glared at her assistant who immediately stood up bowing her head. “I’m joining them not because I don’t have choices but because I have a devil who is bent on making me suffer. Tell them to give the highest-paid commercial, I want to be seen on the billboards and TV this upcoming week. If there’s a model on it, they should take her out” she said sipping from her juice. “Yes ma’am,” her assistant said and left. The mansion butler walked towards Kayla who was sipping from her juice. “A lady name Katherine is at the waiting area, she said you asked her to come see you today” the butler said for Kayla to nod.

I don't have much friends but Kyle has been there for me through thick and thin. During the call, the door opens and in walks a pair of fair fine legs. Damn, they were hot! I am a sucker for ladies with long legs. I quickly hang up the call, only to come face to face with the most exasperating sparkly hazel eyes known to me! It's her... Well, well, well, if it ain't the talk of the devil... Let's see how this goes. "Good afternoon sir. My name is Kayla, Kayla Highlander and I am here for the interview for the position of your PA" she says.

She added. "Why do you call me Kayla? Rashka also calls me the same. Should I be worried?" Reyana asked after a brief silence. "That is your true identity. You are Kayla. Kayla Nolan. Daughter of the late Alpha Nolan of the Black Moon pack." "What are you saying?" Reyana whispered, cupping her sister's face in both palms, "Has he gotten to you this much?" Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at her sister sadly.

Her dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and she wore a simple grey dress that somehow made her look like she belonged in the room as the pack’s luna. The flutters in Nick resumed just by looking at her ethereal figure and the way her caramel eyes soaked him in, she was the center of his world. He was quickly pulled out of the daze as a similar scent filled his nostrils. Behind Kira, Kayla walked in. Where Kira commanded attention with her aura, Kayla absorbed it. Her features were nearly identical to Kira’s except for her red hair. Kayla did not look at the council members, her eyes immediately searching for Nick.

“What do you mean?” Kayla smiled coldly. “We'll create an even bigger scandal. I'll contact my contacts in the world of business and politics. They must have a way to bring Nayla down more effectively.” Wasting no time, Kayla started calling her contacts. She spoke to some influential businessmen who had the power to manipulate public opinion. Kayla also contacted some politicians who could help spread negative rumors about Nayla among the elite.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.