Laila Lockhart Now Novels & Stories

My weakened arms gave way under my heavyweight, and laughter erupted behind me. I was determined to not let these wicked people win. I am Laila, daughter of Alpha Derek, mate of Alpha Grayson. The two most powerful packs in the world are loyal to me, and I won't let these bastards have the satisfaction of watching me struggle. I will find my way out of here, and I will win. Using all the strength I could find in myself, I heaved my body up in time to meet the cold eyes of Kirk, the rogue.

Elliot gave her a quick wink. “Yes please”She eagerly agrees before holding onto his arms as they both walk out of the hall. “Who is that bitch with Elliot?”Laila scoffs in disbelief.She watched how the two of them were talking and laughing while leaving the hall. “Maybe his girlfriend,”Nina concluded, sipping from her glass of wine. “His girlfriend!”Laila yelled.Some people turned to look at her wondering if she was insane. Laila bowed down nervously while laughing,Signalling that everything was okay.She pulled Nina to her,Nina Yelp by Laila suddenly pulled as she tried not to spill her drink.

Mia bowed her head and walked out. Layla sighed tiredly. She dropped her jaw and fell into the chair. She bent her back, placing her elbows on her lap as she massaged her forehead. Tons of mystery thoughts stretched out in her head, but her priority now was Lily’s whereabouts, and she couldn’t wait to complete the assignment to see her sister back. She released an in-depth breath and put her phone down on the table. She relaxed her head on the chair headrest and closed her eyes. “This is an entirely new life I have to adapt to.”

“But enlighten me, dear brother. Who else is privy to this secret? Who else in this godforsaken village knows she’s not a bona fide member of the Bonnet bloodline?” He hesitated, then spoke in a trembling voice. “No one but us, I assure you. It’s a secret we guard with our lives.” I leaned in closer, my grin broadening. “And Lisa? Does she know she’s actually Kiara?” I inquired. He shook his head with a vigor that contradicted his typically calm demeanor. “She’s been kept in the dark and fed a constant diet of lies since the day she was discovered,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble of conviction. “It’s not as though she could suddenly recover her forgotten memories.”

But she just wants to release the hatred within her, even though the more she does, the more she looks like a puppet with a broken string desperately holding onto her thread of fate. The most unbearable thing is the waiting. The echoing footsteps of two people break the silence in the dark. Layla immediately stops her foolish actions. She can't give those people the opportunity to humiliate her even more. In anticipation, the figures of a man and a woman gradually appear. It's Leon and Anna.

Yet even his defiance couldn’t hide the flash of fear in his eyes—the realisation that this battle wasn't his to win. And then, as if heeding an unspoken summons, another presence manifested amidst the fray. The shadows shifted again, altered by a new force—one familiar yet profoundly different. Luna. She floated ethereal and haunting, her eyes obsidian pools reflecting a world devoid of light. There was an elegance to her form, an unyielding majesty that sent shivers racing down my spine. But her presence was marred by darkness, a sinister force that cloaked her like a second skin.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “We’re… managing. The ceremony has kept me so busy. And you know not many people know about my return yet, so I still had to hide till the unveiling this evening. But then I still had my duties as Luna, they will not wait. Hah, it has been a riot.” I was rambling, trying to keep the anxiety from my voice and hoping that Calista wouldn't pick up on it. “I can imagine,” she said. “But do take it easy Lyra. Everything will be fine.”

Alexander had wasted precious time reprimanding me and missed the golden hour. I was suffocating so badly by the time he hung up the call that I could not utter a single word. I toppled to the ground, convulsing as I gasped for air. Felix jumped at the sight of me struggling to breathe. He looked to Caleb and the other man on the couch, seeking help. "Caleb, she's… She'll be fine, right?" Before Caleb could answer, Liam Carter spoke up beside him, sounding nonchalant. "Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close.

“You’ll need strength before the elders start circling.” Lyric’s gaze tracked every exchange. “Ignore them,” she said, spoon clinking against the rim of her cup. “Half the Pack doubted Lila when she first wore the pendant. The other half lived long enough to thank her.” The doors opened again. Lila entered, the sound of her footsteps quiet against the stone. Every voice at the table faded. She wore gray silk, hair braided high, a crescent pendant glinting at her throat. She kissed my cheek and nodded to Lyric before taking the seat beside Gavin.

Laila said. "Sorry?" "Come on, don't you think you should drop your act at least in front of me? I know very well that you are pretending to have forgotten her memories of being a replica of Victoria. Otherwise, you wouldn't have talked about stabbing when you met me today. I know that you are actually Victoria only. Victoria with different hairs and vibes." Laila said, testing the waters. "I don't understand what you are saying-"