Ethan’s POV I called Lowell over the phone the first time but there was no response.The same was the case the second and third time so I just quit and decided to go over to his house. I believed every word Ariah said and I felt like a cunt for acting like I had done to her, now I had to rectify all that and make it up to her. Layla was everything bad one could think of, but of all that, being a murderer was the worst. The walk to Lowell’s house took longer than usual and I was completely lost in my thoughts. I wasn’t sure I would be able to look Layla in the face without spitting on the floor. I had to be more protective of Ariah for the time being, Layla was like a snake that could get to her any fucking time. I didn’t bother to knock on Lowell’s front door, I just walked in. The maids were nowhere to be seen and I wasn’t surprised when I already started hearing loud moans the moment I started walking up the stairs. I opened his bedroom door and only glanced at the shocked loo

Ethan’s POV But this time, it was very different.I was the one who was going to do the talking, so if there was anyone in the room who ought to be intimidated, it was him. "I got your invite." He said in his usual pompous manner. "Must say you're lucky I showed up on such short notice." I scoffed as I sat down, "You'd have still shown up even if it was two hours ago I sent that notice." I said flatly. "Regardless, I'm glad that you came." He frowned as he took a seat without me offering one. "What is this about?" He asked impiously. "Drink? I have a bottle of Billionaire Vodka and two glasses ready. Do you smoke? Of course, you do." I offered as politely as I could, but somehow I still sounded rude. "Cut it with the soft soap, Ethan." He said with an impatient hand gesture."Alright then." I sat up and lit a cigarette, not bothering to offer him one. "You know why I called this meeting. We're both very mature men but one thing we also have in common is that we are both unsu

Ariah’s POVI was so surprised to see him that I didn't know when I lost grip of the towel around my body. I gasped and was about to pick up the towel when his eyes stopped me. The way he looked at me set my body on fire and I wasn't sure if I wanted to cover up my nakedness anymore. His eyes traced over my body, taking their time on each of my features until they finally looked into my eyes again. That was when I snapped out of it and quickly picked up the towel and covered myself. My cheeks blotched red with embarrassment, but there was a little tickle of delight in my tummy. He blinked severally and looked away. "Uhm…try something called knocking next time?" I said mockingly as I walked to the wardrobe. "You should handle your towel better, you can't keep dropping things." He replied, his voice teasing me rather than scolding me.I hid a smile as I dressed up, although I didn't look at him, I knew his eyes were glued to me the whole time. When I slipped on a sky-blue gown that

Layla’s POV "You blew it."That was all my father said when we got back to our pack. The look of disappointment and visible exhaustion on his face genuinely made me feel bad for him. "You're my only daughter, Layla." He said as we walked into the living room.I trailed behind him recently, hoping he wouldn't turn to look at me as he glared up but he eventually did and I had nowhere else to turn but to look straight at him. "You had everything you needed right from when you were young. So what the hell went wrong, Layla? What? How did you turn into this?" He asked so many questions at once that I wasn't sure he wanted me to reply. "Father-” I called but he cut me off harshly. "Not a fucking word, Layla!" He roared, stunning me to silence immediately. "Why do you have that look on your face? Why do you have that look in your eyes? Where's the bloody remorse? Don't you feel bad for the people who died along the way just for you to fulfill your goals?" I swallowed my words, but I

Ariah's POV I was really tense by the time the next morning came. The previous night, before Lowell's interruption, I was pretty sure that Ethan and I were going to have sex. The moment was there, everything was perfect, but then, things weren't just the same anymore. I became restless after that letter, I started to see real danger for Ethan. Even though he was a Lycan and Lycans were much more dangerous than werewolves, I was still very anxious. James was cunning, I wanted him to pay for all he did to me, but I didn't want anything to happen to Ethan in the process. I heard a noise outside the window and with a thumping heart, I quickly rushed to it and peered out into the dark. My eyes took some time to adapt, but finally, I started to see and make out the figures below. I gasped.I couldn't even count them! All of a sudden, I felt an overpowering presence behind me. One that gave me comfort, one that made me feel safe. I didn't have to turn to see who it was, Ethan towered b