Lyla Garrity Novels & Stories

Alaric snarled instantly, but I kept my expression still. Garrick glared at the Gamma. “Her name is Lyra.” “Oh? We’re calling her by name now?” Elias said, leaning back in his seat, voice oozing mockery. “What next? Inviting her to training? Bathing her with roses and feeding her grapes while she fans your ego?” “Shut up, Elias,” Garrick growled. “Or what? You’ll duel me for your precious servant? Shall I remind you what she is? A filthy Moonstone rat whose mother probably sold herself to get a place inside the pack.”

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

Something was off, but it was like trying to catch a shadow with your hands—just out of reach. Linda glanced at her. “You okay?” “Yeah… Just tired.” Lya laughed softly in the backseat. “Seriously,” Linda said, eyes flicking to the mirror, “what are you even looking at?” “PackGram,” Lya replied without looking up. “There’s a live video of the ceremony. Someone just posted a clip of Rhunar carrying Agatha. It’s already getting comments.” Agatha groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Great. That’s just what I need. My fainting moment going viral.”

Just survive the intermission. Beside me, a tiny, frail servant girl named Lira was down on her hands and knees, frantically scrubbing a patch of blood-slicked dirt off Lady Morrigan’s spare moon-steel shin-guards. She couldn't have been more than fourteen years old, a rankless orphan taken from the outer boundary camps, her small frame so gaunt her ribs showed through her thin grey wool dress. Her hands shook violently as she wiped the metal, her wide brown eyes darting toward the upper stands in absolute terror every time the crowd stomped their boots.

Different thoughts flooded her mind, she didn’t even realize that Lilly had left the room, up until the door flung open and a young girl, probably in her early twenties walked in. “You decided to die in this fortress of yours and that’s if Ryan doesn’t kill you first” The girl said with a smile as she walked over. Lara stared at her strangely with a plastic smile on her face as she could not yet decide who she was to Liam, it could probably be one of his many girlfriends who have come to have a piece of him. The thought of that made her stomach churn as she didn’t want to go all Horny in a guys body, that’s so weird, she thought.

I sighed, I needed to make a decision, but that wasn’t one I was planning to make immediately. Fortunately, the leader of the Sierra team (inventively named because they were my stealth specialists) answered within a couple of rings. “Ophelia, good evening.” Lyla was only young for a wolf, at just 117. Despite that, she was easily the best stealth operative I’d ever met. “I realise you’re in the middle of an investigation, Lyla, but I need all of your team at HQ as quickly as you can all get here.” “The whole team, alpha?”

It nearly broke me when I walked past the nursery they had set up in light gray's and yellows that I had to close the door. I've also thought a lot about what Lyla told me that dreadful day at the hospital. She shook with nerves while telling me and I can only imagine how she thought I was going to react. I kept in all my anger at the fact that this douchebag is now in Adrianna's life. At first, I was angry that Lyla would take a child away from their father, but after hearing her confess that her ex, this Rory asshole, wasn't a good guy, I've been antsy to get some information on him.

If he had Calla’s money, he’d have paid to have a special model created just for him. “Don’t bore her with cars. Not everyone is as obsessed with cars as your brother,” Maya scolded the kid. Unfortunately, even her son was car-obsessed. The hall finally quieted as Lylah walked up on stage, dressed in a flowery blue gown. She greeted everyone and sat on a stool before the mic, her voice soft and low as she spoke about the concept of life called “the final meeting.”

“I… I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “No,” Aria cut in. “You can fool everyone else, but not me. Never me.” For a long moment, the room was silent except for Lyla’s shaky breathing. Then… she laughed. It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t humor. It was twisted, bitter, and laced with fury. “Yes,” Lyla said finally, her eyes wild. “Yes, I’m not pregnant. Are you happy now?” Aria blinked. Her breath caught in her throat.

*Tring* Before it could ring again, I pick up the telephone. "Ethan! This is Rita. Come down, I am dropping you home. I will not hear any excuses, I know you are hur-" I keep the phone immediately disliking the female’s tone the way she was trying to flirt with Ethan. Snap that bitch’s head! I stand up, not liking the closeness between me and Ethan. Dakota pulls my nerves to again gawk at our mate's enchanting eyes and swift him off his feet and carry him in a bridal style to the cabin and have him right now.