Novel & Cerita Little Dove Layla Frost

“You’re delusional.” She laughed again. “Am I? Because I found your little secret café without even trying. If I can find this, imagine what else I could find if I put in real effort.” I swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?” Her smile vanished, replaced with a deep frown. “Because you don’t belong with him.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” She sat back, her voice lowering, calm as poison. “He’s too young for you, Layla. Too naive. You’re… well, you’ve lived your life already. He still has his ahead of him. You’re not equals. And everyone knows it.”

Layla looked at the staff and bowed her head once again, smiling, before she walked into Asher's office. “Who is she?” James asked immediately as Layla walked into the corner. “You missed the engagement party last night, and I bet you haven’t logged in to your social media account,” Aria said, shaking her head in pity. “She is the daughter of Mr. Theodre and the successor of HighEnd Investment.” “Wow!” James opened his mouth in awe. “Had it been that I heard it from someone else, not you, I wouldn't believe it. Her life is so simple compared to some billionaire heiress.”

Delaney father told me that her was mor interested in having a good life along with his grand daughter and mate, and I wished luck in all that they is. Presently I was sitting in the comfortable armchair next to my crib, staring down at my Xavier as he peacefully slept. His tiny chest rose and fell with each breath, his pale skin glowing softly in the dimly lit room. I couldn't help but smile as I reached out and lightly touched his cut, sleepy face, my heart swelling with a love so strong it seemed to consume me. It wasn't long before the door creaked open, and Juliet strolled in with a sense of urgency. I made her my personal assistant shortly after I became Luna queen.

her mother joined in, supporting her father. It was only then that Dari realised that this was an ambush, Lily coming over to her with her favourite juice in hand was to gauge her mood or put her in a better mood if necessary to make her more accepting of whatever they had to say. Her parents had come over when they noticed it was safe to do so, probably after observing for a while, "well played" she thought to herself knowing she has been cornered and the was no avoiding the discussion. Dari knew she had to be careful not to add to her long list of offences.

It seemed she'd heard the rumours and was waiting. “Ah! Finally!” She sighed breathlessly as she walked swiftly towards us. She took my hand and squeezed it tightly, “Justice for my friend.” The woman looked tired like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. “So you were Luna Vivian’s friend?” I asked gently and the woman nodded. “Yes, yes, my name is Layla,” Layla spoke rapidly, almost shaking, “Ooh Luna Vivian hardly had any friends in this pack, especially with what our Alpha was doing to her.”

“Oh, don’t act so shocked. You’re going to be the talk of the town, Liv. Everything that happened today was in your favor, and you know how the media loves a good underdog story.” Layla nodded in agreement. “They’ll run with it, Olivia. Trust me.” I shook my head, trying to keep my humility intact despite their enthusiasm. “I’m just glad it’s over,” I said softly. A flicker of a smile crossed my lips as I thought about Alpha Ryan, but I quickly tucked the thought away. We chatted about lighter things for a while until Zara suddenly noticed the small booklet in Layla’s lap. She squinted at it, then let out a dramatic gasp.

Numbers were exchanged, Layla was glowing, head tipped back in laughter, eyes sparkling like she hadn’t a care in the world. “Oh my God, look at them,” she whispered, elbowing me. “I could make a full PowerPoint on how adorable they are.” I shook my head, smirking. “You really have zero chill.” Layla leaned back, twirling her straw. “Zero chill is my brand.” I laughed, watching her antics. After our cocoa and laughing at a couple of Layla’s ridiculous jokes about dating disasters, she stood up suddenly. “Alright, Rora, game time. Let’s race to that giant oak tree and take the epic fall-leaf selfie.”

Her voice came out raw, but steady. “I’m Baylee Vale,” she said, and gods, even hearing her own name steady in her mouth cracked something in her chest. “Daughter of Melissa Vale and Jimmy Vale. Mate of Collin Hale of Silverveil. Luna of Silverveil. I belong to myself. I stand with Silverveil. I choose Silverveil. Gunner does not speak for me.” Dead air. For a heartbeat, nobody breathed. Then sound hit Hollow Creek like a body slam. Frostfang howled — not loud, not full-lung, but a sharp, cutting sound of approval and amusement and oh, this is good.

Her big doe eyes were even more pronounced. She waved at her friends, excitement etched on her face. “Hi, Alessia. I’m so sorry for not reaching out. I lost contact as soon as I got to the U.S.,” her voice sounded regretful. Alessia sighed, unable to stay mad at her long-time friend. “It’s alright. We’re just happy you were able to get the heart surgery done successfully.” “Who was with you during the surgery?” “My brother.” Alessia and Sophia cast a knowing glance at each other. Layla was an orphan who had entered high society after an unknown figure adopted her at sixteen. They knew about the existence of this so-called “brother” but had never seen him.