LOGINAyla’s POVLucian wants me to come explain in detail at his office? Why does he use every slight opportunity to make me suffer. What exactly have I done wrong to this monster?“Miss Reed?” the dean’s voice successfully snaps me out of my thoughts. I lift my head and look at him, he stares at me with a mixed expression on his face. What’s that look for?“I understand, Mr Parker,” I manage in a small whisper. The severe headache throbbing through my head makes it totally impossible to think straight. I don’t know what is happening to me. Why can I suddenly hear what others are thinking? How is this even possible.The door suddenly flies open and Rector Rossi enters with heavy steps. His gaze lands on me and he immediately lights up with a big smile. “Miss Reed. I heard what happened. Are you okay?” he asks.I look at him, behind all that smile lies absolute mischief. “I am okay.” I whisper, barely finding my voice.“I can discuss it with Mr Vane. Maybe you can have some psychiatric ses
Ayla’s POVI feel a spike of rage as the last words echo in my mind. My eyes rakes through the hall and lands on a guy in the center row, a smirk plasters on his face as he stares directly at me. I am very sure he made that disgusting statement. My lips curve into a smirk as a bitter laugh escapes my throat. The sheer disregard triggers something feral inside me. Between the trauma that is still lingering from Lucian’s brutality yesterday and the pressure weighing heavily on me, I snap.Bam!I slam both hands down on my desk, the loud sound echoing through the lecture hall. I stand up so fast my chair screeches against the floor.The entire hall falls silent. The professor stops writing on the white board and turns around with a frown playing on his face. Dozens of pair of eyes are locked onto me, but I don’t care. My gaze is just fully pinned on the nitwit.“Keep your disgusting hands to yourself, you piece of shit!” I hiss, my voice trembling with adrenaline and rage. “If you ever
Ayla’s POVI wake up to a deafening ringing in my ear and a headache so severe it feels like a physical blade. Peeling my eyes slightly open, I try to force my limbs to move, but every muscle in my body protests. The horrors of yesterday replayed vividly in my mind. I can’t shake off the feeling of Lucian’s brutality — the horrible, cold-blooded way he tore the wolves apart. It was so terrifying it makes my stomach churn with fresh nausea. I struggle to a sitting position on the mattress, cradling my throbbing head with both hands and trying to endure the intense headache.The heavy, bedroom door suddenly cracks open. My gaze snaps up instantly, my breath catching in my dry throat. Every muscle freezes as I waited for whoever is on the other side to step in. The door swings wider and a familiar maid walks in, holding a fresh set of linens. I let out a deep, shaky sigh of relief, my shoulders sagging.Lucian had left me alone in the ancient pool last night after summoning Vera. By
Ayla’s POVThe words hit me like a physical blow as I take several steps backward. My breath hitches, air leaves my lungs. The mist from the water swirls around my ankles, warm and heavy, but my skin feels like ice. I backed off until my hands pressed the cold, damp walls. I press my lips into a thin line to reduce the quivering.“No…. I… I can’t,” I whisper, my voice trembles so violently it is barely audible.Lucian remains still at the edge of the obsidian pool, the flickering light from braziers dancing across the sharp angles of his face. The dark blood from the feral wolves still clings to his jawline and hands.“I never asked if you could , little bird,” he murmurs, his icy dark blue eyes darkening until they are almost pitch black again. “I gave an order.”“Please,” I beg, a hot year slipping down my cheek. “Don’t do this.”Lucian let’s out a low, dangerous hum — the same ancient, demonic sound that had commanded the trees in the forest. He reaches up and tugs at the buttons o
Ayla’s POVThe threat hangs in the air, more suffocating than the scent of copper and the broken earth. Lucian’s eyes bores into mine for a few minutes, then he stands up and turns his back to my trembling form as I am nothing more than an afterthought.“Erase this,” he commands, his voice returning to that dangerous, chilling baritone. “And bring her along.”“Yes, Master,” the guard bows in understanding.I stay collapsed on the damp ground, my breath hitching in shallow gasps. The wet streak of blood on my cheek begins to cool, tightening against my skin like a brand. A cruel warning. I press my trembling hands into the dirt, trying to push my body up, but my legs feel like jelly.A strong grip on my arm yanks me off the cold ground, hauling me up roughly. A wince escapes my lips but I don’t dare complain. Not after the terror I just witnessed. I take one’s last glance at the broken bodies of the massive wolves, the blood soaking into the roots of the trees and my blood turns to liq
Ayla’s POVThe guard’s stone-like hands lock around my shoulders, pinning me in place. I stir, trying to pull away but his grip only tightens.“Stay still, girl,” he rumbles near my ear, his voice completely void of pity. “The Master gave an order. Watch. Closely.”Left with no choice, my wide, terrified eyes stays glued to Lucian as he marches forward to meet the feral beasts alone. The wolves charge toward him, the ground shaking beneath their heavy paws. An Alpha would have shifted into his wolf form to defend himself, but Lucian doesn’t even shift, he doesn’t even pull out the silver dagger from his boot. He just stands there, his hands at his side, his pitch black eyes fixed on the oncoming beasts. The wolf leading the others, snapping its jaws wide enough to crush Lucian’s torso in a single bite. Then, Lucian moves.Not in a normal werewolf speed — it’s way faster. A total blur. Before the grey wolf can land, Lucian sidesteps the attack, catches the massive beast by its throat
Ayla’s POVThe words rang repeatedly in my ear. Personal slave? Sharing a bed with him? What exactly did that mean?“A… a personal slave? What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice trembling.His expression darkened instantly. His grip on my chin tightened, “I mean exactly what you think, Ayla—or sho
Lucian’s POVI had just shifted to my human form when a very familiar scent hit my nostrils. Then the faint rustle of a footstep came from behind me.Not hesitating for a second, I snapped my fingers and used my powers to drag whoever it was forward. A girl landed hard on the ground in front of me.
Ayla’s POVI stood rooted to the spot, trying to process what I’d just heard.“Why are you still standing there?” she snapped again. I quickly stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut and followed closely behind her. The wind was harsh against my bare skin, I had no chance to cover up prope
Ayla’s POVMy eyes flew open, my chest heavy with fear. I scrambled off the floor and looked around. This was not my room in the maid’s quarters but a totally different place.I looked down at my body and I was fully dressed, in a totally different kind of clothing from my world.Looking ahead, I s







