Rayla X Callum Novels & Stories

SILVERMOON PACK** " What's the idiot talking about? What suite?" Xander said lowly, still staring at Cole's contact on the call log. " Callum's here, my Lord." Tyron said and the Beta slightly nodded his head. Callum walked in with a huge smile displaying on his lips, a smile which the Beta didn't return. " You still haven't told me how you magically got healed." Xander said, marking somethings on a white sheet but still, Tyron knew he still had almost all of his attention on Callum.

Carl hands me the keys to the house and takes my hand to lead me in. "It's just you and me, angel" * So I think this marks the end of Carl and Kayla. Any requests, kindly let me know.

Isaac claps him on the back roughly, nearly making him stumble, before he catches himself. “Glad you had fun. You never pull when we go to clubs together, bruv. We were getting ready to stage an intervention,” Isaac jokes. Callum rolls his eyes before he finishes dressing for the day. He does one final sweep of the room, ensures he’s got everything, and the pair head down to grab a quick bite to eat before they hop on the coach that’ll take them back to Alexandria. The sooner Callum can get to the relative sanctuary of his house, the better…

Ryan The body was Callum's. I stood over him in the hallway and made myself look. You don't get to look away when you're the Alpha. That's not a privilege you keep. Callum was twenty-three and he beeat every wolf his age in sparring last month and wouldn't shut up about it for two weeks after. His laugh used to bounce off the walls of this house like it owned the place. Now he was on the floor with his throat torn out. Same as Mira.

I smiled bitterly, seeing that all the attention was on her but she grabbed my arm and drew me closer, sending off a subtle message that I was with her and the girls frowned, seeing this and made some lame excuse before leaving. “It's good to be back at school, isn't it?” I asked her, rhetorically. “C'mon Callie, we just resumed a new semester, cheer up!” Xyla advised me as we walked towards our classroom. We have the same classes this semester so we're going to be basically inseparable. “If it isn't my fairy princess.” We looked up to see Tyler, a teenager around our age, jet black hair, slick kicks, a decent outfit and a face to die for approach us. He wrapped his hands around Xyla’s waist

The ride is agonizingly slow as we all sit in silence. My phone buzzes in my lap; the sound shrill in the quiet vehicle. I turn the screen from my thighs to find Audrey’s name blinking with a text. Sparing a side glance toward Dan, I find his eyes dutifully on the road, but I angle the phone away anyway, so he can't see. Audrey: So? What did you decide? Kat: You gave me tequila, I'm not sure I could not if I wanted to.

“I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” Callum stepped closer, hesitating before gently placing his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “Hey, champ,” he said softly. “You’re tough, aren’t you? You’re going to be okay.” Ryan looked up at him, his tired eyes brightening just a bit. “You’re here too,” he mumbled. Callum swallowed hard, his own eyes suspiciously bright. “Of course I am.” In that moment, I saw something in Callum’s expression I hadn’t seen in a long time—vulnerability. Regret. Maybe even love.

Getting the address where Layla is currently living was easy, Scarlett wouldn't give it to us because she claims not to know it but Xenastra had no trouble telling it to me, or rather moaning it for me. Xena is very easy to manipulate, she's a smart girl but she'd do anything for her friends which is why I indulge Emelia's casting of blame on Scarlett. Caelum is agitated, continuously glancing at his phone and shoving it back into his pocket. He's been a mess lately, he doesn't see anything beyond rage and defeat. The reality of why Aurora disappeared on him has defeated him and he's questioning everything he believes in now, he's angry at her for not confiding in him and he's angry at himse

"They are going to ruin me, Xavier. If I stay with them, I lose everything. I have nowhere else to go." ​Xavier leaned in a fraction closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. The scent of his expensive cologne filled my lungs, making my head spin. He was searching for a lie, testing to see if I would flinch. ​"So you want to use me instead," he murmured. "You think you can just run to my arms because you're having a fight with Dylan? I don't play games, Raya. And I don't let people—" ​Before he could finish his sentence, his private cell phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.

“It’s me Rayla, please listen to me, there’s a misunderstanding—“ she cuts me off before I could further explain. “If you want me to listen to you then come back home, Rayla! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how sick with worry you’ve made me, Ma and Jenna? And what is this rumors going around about Damien being a part of a gang of rogues? Do you have any idea how much you’ve endangered your life?” She demanded on the verge of tears. I removed the phone from my ear to stare at it, having no idea how to respond to her question. I didn’t want to fight and it felt good to hear her voice. More importantly, how could I provide her answers to questions I don’t know myself?