Marked By The Alpha Layla Novels & Stories

I said, trying to hide the fears in my "You're scared "Aria said and I cracked a small laugh. "Why would I be? Alphas don't get scared" I waved my hand in the air. "Yes they do but they don't show it" She flaunts her hair backward and the crescent moon came to view again and I swallowed hard. She isn't aware of her mark yet. I'm sure of that. Her smell of wild jasmine mixed with the night wind cloud my head and the hair my neck stood abruptly.

Cross noted, "it was because one mate was proven unworthy of the other." His meaning hung in the air, Damian was unworthy of me, not the other way around. The reversal of how everyone had always seen things. "This is ridiculous," Linda snapped. "My son is the Alpha's heir..." "I am the Alpha's heir," Cross cut in, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made everyone tense. He touched the mark on his wrist. "By birth and by blood right. Your son is second, as he has always been." "Cross speaks truth," Alpha Gregory said firmly, looking directly at Linda. "Let there be no confusion on this matter. Cross is my firstborn and my heir. He bears the mark that proves it."

said Rosalie as she chuckled as if finding this entire situation humorous " Its your lie , you know it best " " Oh really ? Do you think he won't like me because he is savouring his flavour of the week ? Then you are damn wrong . He will definitely come rushing up to me , you know why ?" said Layla ignoring the infuriated look of Rosalie " Because I'm an Alpha , little bitch . A dominant one , not a recessive like you . You are no better than a submissive and a recessive doesn't suit an Alpha , who is both an Alpha in both title and pheromones "

the seamstress sheepishly approached her with a swatch of a deep forest green velvet. "Thank you," Layla said as she took the swatch of fabric from the shaking hands of the seamstress. "Look at me, you f*cking wh*re!" Through the mirror Layla could see Alistar drunkenly swaying back and forth. She could also smell him from where she was standing. There was no doubt in her mind that he was drunk. She questioned if he would even remember this interaction later. She rolled her eyes. The poor seamstress was beside herself. Layla turned to her and demised her with a wave of her hand. The seamstress bowed and as she left said, "my Luna, my Alpha."

The forest was thick and dark, the shadows deepening as they led Layla to a secluded clearing. When they finally stopped, Layla’s heart raced, a mixture of anger and fear flashing in her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice muffled by the gag but her spirit unbroken. One of Zara’s allies sneered at her, tightening her bindings as he whispered, “You thought you could steal the Alpha’s attention, and we’d all just accept it? Luna Zara deserves better.” Layla’s eyes widened as she realized the truth, and she struggled against her bindings, her heart pounding with fear and fury. But the men only laughed, watching her efforts with cold satisf

She told her and she scoffed. “Surely you cant think the mare title of alpha is more important than having a mate, can you? How about you stop leading your packs on your own and choose a mate to lead by your side? I mean you can even take that dog at your feet am sure it will jump at the opportunity.” Layla said and Marco stood on all fours and growled at Layla making her jump a little. Marco was a beta and his power was radiating right now.

“Oh, Mark, forgive me—I must have missed the part where you were appointed as the authority on what women can or can’t do. Or was it just the last brain cell rattling around in that thick skull of yours that decided it was a good idea to threaten me?” I stepped closer, my tone as sweet as venom. “And here I thought your Alpha trained you to be a little smarter than to provoke someone who can tear you down with a single sentence. Shall we test that theory? Or would you like to see my wolf?” My alpha aura spilled out to the level that Mark couldn’t stand it. His surprise was apparent in his eyes as he inclined his neck in submission. “You forget,” I lashed at him. “I am an Alpha, and you are n

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.