Warren/layla Novels & Stories

She craters into a fountain of thick, sticky blood. I rush to Kadeem’s side. He’s gasping, hardly mentally present, but he feels me and nuzzles me. Around us, wolves are overtaking the vampires. Among the new arrivals, I recognize Kadeem’s gammas, but many of them I don’t recognize at all. “Heard you needed some help, Brother.” Layla is standing over us with a smirk. “You owe me,” she sniffs, before transforming into her wolf to join the fight.

The next day, Zara stood by Aiden’s side during the evening gathering, her expression soft and devoted, every word and movement calculated to project the image of a perfect Luna to be. She cast a sidelong glance at Layla, who was standing alone near the far wall, watching them with an unreadable expression. Zara's eyes glinted with satisfaction as she saw the pain flicker in Layla’s gaze. To everyone else, Zara looked like the epitome of loyalty and grace, but beneath the facade, her mind was meticulously plotting.

Unlike the other mean and rude ones back in our pack, Layla was energetic and bold, always calling herself “The Lurking Wolf.” “You seem captivated by the sight,” Warren’s deep voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I turned my gaze from the pups and focused on the road ahead. “Yes, it reminds me of my childhood,” I said, glancing at him. His eyes glittered with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. The way he looked at me made me feel oddly comfortable, yet warm. “I never knew a lone wolf could have a decent childhood,” he muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm as his focus returned to the road.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

Someone I was revealing myself to because revelation was the tactical move, because shock and truth used together could create an opening, because sometimes the most effective weapon was letting someone see exactly what they were dealing with. This was not that version. This was harder. “My name is Isabella Hale,” I said. “Born Isabella Varro. Luna of Evergreen Pack. Daughter of Commander Aldric Varro and Marina Varro.” I kept my voice even. “I was trained as a warrior from the age of six. My parents arranged my mating to Edmund when I was ten. I accepted it because I loved him and because I believed in what the alliance meant for Evergreen.” I paused. “I trained in secret for years after be

I can always distinguish her voice from among a thousand and know which one belongs to her… the one and only, Layla Jackson. I turned to see Layla, standing behind me in Cream white sandals, putting on a black flared above knee-length high waist skirt and a cream white off shoulder crop top. Her slender arms were adorned in a chain and leather bracelets. Her now milk coffee hair were tired in two pig tails with scanty bangs that fell on her face and she constantly twirl the front strands of her hair. Honestly, Layla is a very beautiful woman, an epitome of beauty just as Rein is the definition of handsomeness standards. I bet they took it from their mom who is a goddess of beauty.

, the woman said through gritted teeth and slammed the door. "Woah! That was intense." "Mira, isn't that Daphne Ryders? The owner of LxWear fashion?" Layla asked, looking pale like she had just seen a ghost. "She is," Mira replied. "Oh my! This is a real high-class show! I'm not qualified to be here!" "What, I brought you here so that means you are. You can't run off when I get busy later, else you will pay" Mira warned menacingly.

I said. The elders glanced at themselves, not pleased with my words, but they knew they had to go along with it. We moved over to other topics and soon they left. Only I and my brothers remained in the room. “That was careless, Cassien,” Riven scolded. “Are you planning on accepting her?” Ashton asked. “I only informed them. There is no reason to panic,” I said. “There is. I can't be with some weak woman. We need a strong Luna. The pack is still unstable due to the war. We can't have just anyone to take on the position of Luna,” Ashton argued.

“I’ll tell you. But promise not to contact them about it. She’ll take him away from me.” “Who?” She chewed her fingernails nervously. “Uhm... uhm... her name is Layla. She’s from the Diamond Pack in Brighton City,” she finally divulged. My suspicions were right. If Joseph was Layla’s son, whom she gave birth to five years ago, then who was Leo? I leapt to my feet and started walking away, but Linda quickly grabbed my hand. “Alpha...” she called desperately. “Send your account details to me. The money will be sent before the end of today.” I freed my arm and continued on my way.

She flicked her long hair over her shoulder and her blue eyes burned. “What do you want, Layla?” I said, completely exasperated. Layla was annoying. She was one of the female wolf shifters that was constantly hanging on Rune’s arm. They dated on and off throughout middle and high school and she was a mean cheerleader through and through. Rune has always been interested in me and Layla hated that. She was jealous of me and Rune even though there was nothing between us and there never would be. She didn’t seem to understand that. She scowled. “I want you to fucking go back to New York. I want you to stay the fuck away from Rune and Owen. You don’t belong here.”