Layla Dan Alucard Novels & Stories

A somber note touched our small circle at the mention of those who'd conspired against us. Minister Krea, Minister Stavros, Minister Bennett, Lord Cassius, and the two Alphas – Benjamin Thorne and Michael Barker – had formed an alliance to prevent the strengthening of Lycan-werewolf relations. My kidnapping had been their desperate attempt to force a wedge between our species, using an ancient law that would have prevented Theo from mating me if another's mark had been forced upon me first.

“Get up please, you don’t have to do that.” She looked up at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, hands folded in front of her, watching my face like she was trying to figure something out. “Those people outside,” I said. “The man in the car and the one who came to meet us, who are they.” She hesitated and blinked. “Luna, are you feeling alright?” “Just answer me.” “The man in the car is the Lycan King,” she said carefully. “King Aurelius. And the man outside, the one who came out to greet him….” she paused “—that’s…that’s your husband. Alpha Luca.”

He sauntered over, brushing a stool with his hip before leaning against the counter like he’d done it a thousand times before. “Jack Floyd,” he said smoothly with a flirty smile on his face. “Alpha of the Wolfsbane wolves. Or what’s left of it. And these—” he gestured to the men in black, “—are my cubs. I hear they’ve already made an impression.” he said with a chuckle. I snorted and that was when he looked at me fully. And something in his gaze... paused. It wasn't leer. Not alpha dominance. Just… interest. Quiet. Heavy. Focused like a torchlight on a pathway.

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

“Yes. Without a doubt.” “I don’t understand,” he said. “I had other priests come and reach out. Others who are gifted at seeing the departed. Even Selene…” His tone turned bitter at the mention of Mrs. Humphrey’s name. “But no one could reach her.” His eyes met mine. “What is it about you that attracted her?” “Maybe it’s why the huntress considered her special,” Luca straightened. “Maybe she’s able to do some things the others can’t.” It looked like Mr. Ledger considered this. Then, “Have ritual tools prepared for the girl. Maybe with some extra help, she can bring Sally forth.”

She didn’t know where these names came from, but she wasn’t about to piss off the alpha by asking. “Daisy hasn’t arrived yet. I’m sure she’ll be in a good mood,” Layla said, referring to their boss. Daisy was one of the oldest female werewolves in the pack. She wasn’t the strongest because of her years, but she scared the shit out of Lilly.

Lightning Lion - Lance Fiery Tiger - Beatrice Lightning Dragon - Peter Earth Golem - Layla Space Spirit - Oscar "I guess we'll have to fight him." - Layla They began to see blood red particles coming from behind them. Layla looked back and saw her sister with a dark arrow in her chest while lying on the floor. "RHEA!" She ran towards her and kneel beside her. As she held her sister in her arms, she realized that she's already gone. Without a final word from Rhea, and as her body slowly disappears, Layla was filled with sadness and rage.

Like finding the moonleaf and the hidden witches Lucien mentioned. If Miles really found them before he died, then there was still hope for Layla. Only that hope is getting thinner and thinner. Soon, a lot more ancient vampires and other packs will start coming to Manhattan because of her blood. The last thing on her mind is probably being mated to a fucking werewolf. Not to mention that Lucien has a fucking leash on her by now. He is not very easy to deal with. I need a strategy, and to find that moonleaf for her.

She continued moving closer to him and he kept taking a step backward till his back touched Aria’s desk. She stopped walking and smiled devilishly with a part of her mouth. “Where are you running to now?” “I am not running from you, why will I?” He acted up, smiling. He stood straight on his feet and amended his clothes. He beamed, insincerely. “Who are you I will be afraid of?” Layla sighed and suddenly moved her head closer to him with an almost non-existence gap between them. She pointed her finger straight into his eyes. “I am not only a vampire but also a werewolf. You should be grateful today isn’t a full moon, I would have ripped you apart!”

With resolve, I walked into the hallway, my steps cautious as I attempted to pinpoint the exact source of the scent. Cringing, I halted abruptly when I reached the next door—tthe Alpha’s suite. I knocked on the door firmly, ensuring that anyone inside could hear me. Receiving no response, I knocked again, louder this time, just to be certain. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I grasped the handle and pushed the door open. Layla leaped within me, her voice ringing out, "Mate!" "What?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "Mason!!! My mate?? How?"