Ariah’s POV I didn’t know where I was. There was a terrible ache ravaging through my head and it felt like I had a whole musical band, playing thrash up in my head. I groaned slightly as I forced open my heavy eyelids that had been shut for fuck knows how long. What was going on and where the hell was I? I wondered as I looked around the luxurious room. Some scenes flashed in my head, I remembered killing a man, and then I remembered killing another man, this one more vicious. The next scene that flashed saw me running through a thick forest, panting heavily as I rested on a tree. The next flash, I saw blood, my hands were covered with blood and my clothes were soaked in it too. Then, I remembered my vision becoming blurry and the forest getting darker by the second until it was completely a black abyss. I gasped and tried to sit up from the comfortable bed when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I let out a sharp cry as a biting pain shot up my body when I tried to move ag

Layla’s POV It was all a mess now. Everything I’ve worked for, everything I tried to achieve, it was all going down the drain. It had all been in vain, even the people that died and I had to step on their dead bodies just to get here, it had all been in vain! I sighed as I sat in the back of the Rolls Royce heading back to my pack, I was feeling devastated, angry, and betrayed by everyone and everything. Nature had never been on my side, despite all the efforts I had put in. Who cared if those efforts were good or evil? As long as they got me where I wanted to be right? “You fucking idiot!” I berated myself. It was all my fault. I thought everything would fall into place once I became Ethan’s queen, I thought the feelings would just spring up along the way. Even when Ariah was there and he had kept anything concerning feelings out of our union, I still had hope he would fall for me someday. I scoffed. It was all futile now, I had murdered a man that loved me for one that did

Ethan’s POV I slammed the door as I walked into my study.You didn’t say the right things…You’ve ruined the night already… Ariah’s words reverberated in my head as I sat on my chair with my fists clenched. How didn’t I think of that? Why did the right things to say elude my mind at that point? Fuck! Her words were stuck in my head and there was a particular thing she said that recurred more than once or twice. …to be sure that I didn’t just go through hell to escape for a man… Where the hell had she been all this while and why did she refer to it as hell? Could it be the forest? Or had she been trapped somewhere? I sat upright and my eyes widened, who was the one that inflicted that injury on her? Or rather what? The cut had been too deep and too large to be that of any normal wild animal, it had to be a Lycan or a werewolf. I was so confused and trying to ponder on who could have been after her life, I couldn’t think of anyone that would try to harm her so badly…except Layla. T

Ariah's POV Seeing Ethan and Layla together was the last sight I wanted my eyes to behold.She didn’t even see me while she was busy crying like a child, quite awkward to say but it was a very satisfying sight.Just the same way she loved seeing me in pain and tears, I loved it when it happened to her too, but what could have made such a person cry in the first place? I didn’t care though, all I knew was that I was pissed at Ethan and that infuriated me more. I found it difficult to sleep, but I eventually did after I played the encounter with Ethan in the garden over and over again.As usual, the maids came in, set a bath for me, and served breakfast. Watching the maids made me remember that particular maid at the Blue Moon pack, I owed her a lot. The morning was chilly, the sky was a plain stretch of blue, and the sun was nowhere to be found. The moment the door closed behind the maids, I heard a shuffling of feet outside the door and it opened the next second. I expected to se

Ethan’s POV“Oh my fucking goodness, what do we do now?” Lowell asked immediately as I walked into my study later that morning.My face had turned pale, my confrontation with Layla had turned things around in my head. When Lowell had broken the news to me earlier, I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t want to. Of course, I couldn’t! It was absurd, it sounded absurd! It had to be false! Those were all the thoughts I had slept struggling with late at night. Layla was certainly not someone I would say couldn’t hurt a fly, but going as far as murder was blood-chilling! I sighed as I took a seat behind my desk, I felt suffocated and quickly undid the first two buttons of my shirt. I pointed to the air conditioner and said to Lowell, “Full blast, turn it up.” He did just that, then walked briskly to the small bar at a corner and took out a big bottle of scotch. He poured a glass and walked back to me, then handed the liquor to me. I downed the whole content of the glass in one gulp and a littl