Warren/layla Novels & Stories

Layla said not wanting to hear a no anymore. “I know they are in danger but I can’t let you go there” Liam said persistently while still holding his composure. “You think I will take a decision based on your opinion?” Layla asked as her Luna aura was about to show itself. “Only the most trained female warriors with rank first in battle are coming with us, Layla. Try to understand” Liam said pleading with her to understand. “Are you looking down on me and trying to say I am not capable enough to protect my own people because I am a late bloomer?” Layla asked in complete disbelief.

I should really give him a piece of my mind some other time! "Perhaps, you should read the content of the letter first." He pushes on before I caught hint of the sheet of paper slipping through the gap of the floor and the door. "I know I'm not in the place to say this but the contract renewal between the Lycans and Wolves will be held tomorrow and her ladyship's presence is highly requested." "Attending such event is out of my bounds." "I heard everything back there, Luna." He adds. "I'm always behind you, that's my duty as your personal possession in this domain."

Vanessa asked. “Layla... have I heard this name before,” he asked still thinking out loud. “if you haven't then your informant isn't doing enough, Layla is the woman that is going out with the Winston,” she said. “Layla... you mean that is the name of the woman?” he asked. “Yes, that is her name,” she replied. “This woman called Layla, how much do you know about her?” he asked. “I don’t know much but from the information I have gathered so far, she is human, and she was almost raped by a guy but Darius stopped that from happening, and not only that he placed a heavy sum of amount on anyone that can locate this guy,” she said.

The size difference between them is significant, not to mention that Selene is not a warrior and is only 20 years old; her lycanth powers have yet to manifest, while Maya seems to be a well-trained and strong woman. “I don’t know what kind of Luna you’ll be for Redwood Wolves, but definitely not one capable of defending us. I don’t even think you’re capable of defending yourself. You’re a heavy burden for Alpha Connor.” Maya’s smirk erases the last of Selene’s patience. Saya manifests with a growl, and her glowing eyes make Maya take a step back.

They never did. The crowd shifted as we were led to the training grounds, torches blazing along the perimeter. I heard the gasps before I saw her. “Your opponent,” Garran said, voice smug. “Is Amy,our strongest female warrior.” I froze. Amy stepped into the ring, dressed in black leathers, her hair braided tight, her eyes cold as frost. Damon’s former mistress. The one the pack whispered would be Luna before I arrived. Before fate intervened. “You’re joking,” someone in the crowd muttered.

"I, Layla Harris, accept the title of Luna over the New Moon Rising pack. I pledge myself and all that am to my pack and each of its members. From this day, forth I will defend and protect my pack in all ways with my body and life. Until my service has ended." Cayden, Dylan, Brandy, and Rebecca take their oaths to me and to the pack as well. As they say, the crowd goes wild. We faced each other and wrapped our arms around one another's waist. The line begins to form for the members to sip from the goblet. "I have a surprise for you, Alpha." Layla says softly to me. "What is that mate?" I asked her. She has already taken my breath away. I can't imagine what else she has in store.

Annabelle said thoughtfully. She looked sideways at Layla. "Do you have any names in mind?" "No," Layla answered. "Come on, tell me something," Annabelle pleaded. "I don't... think of something, Layla." "Well, there's no Luna yet, so..." "Tell me the name," Annabelle insisted. "Luna's Creed," Layla said hesitantly. "I know it doesn't sound right; forget I said anything." Annabelle smiled. "That's a wonderful idea. I'll run it by the Alpha and get his approval. Well done, Layla."

She shuffled down the bed with her bottom and eyed Mia for a few seconds before she walked into the bathroom. PERFICIENT INVESTMENT COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY Till Layla took her bath, dressed, and left the house, her mind wasn’t at rest. She kept asking questions, thinking she had done something wrong. Layla sighed. She took out her phone from the bag and logged into the new I*******m account ‘Layla Theodore’ created for her, and her bio was CEO of HighEnd Investment. She tapped the home page, and the first post she saw was her pictures from last night when she presented the pendant to Avery.

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

For instance, one of mine is right here and now inside this packhouse, and she is finally glaring at me from where she is standing frozen with anger in the midst of the two girls perched on each of her sides. “What the hell is that rogue bitch doing here!?” The rabid shewolf finally unfreezes herself, flaring out in anger as she begins marching towards us. Towards me. Oh oh. “Her name is Layla, Kira. And good morning to you too.” Zuby snaps back at her before casually throwing a blueberry from her plate into her mouth. “I wasn't talking to you, nosy flea.” “And no one invited you here, crazy slut.” Zuby fires back.