LOGINAyla Dyer has always felt different. Abandoned as a child and starved of real belonging, she has learned to survive on scraps of love, clinging to a toxic boyfriend because even pain feels safer than being alone. But when her reckless best friend starts digging into rumours of brutal attacks and men who seem just a little too inhuman, Ayla is dragged toward a secret world hidden beneath the modern city. Lucas Blackthorn is the last man she should want. Dark, dominant, and fiercely loyal to his pack, he belongs to a brutal species that has lived beside humanity for centuries, concealed behind blood, instinct, and violence. He should not be drawn to Ayla. Yet from the moment he meets her, nothing about her makes sense. Her scent is wrong. Her presence is intoxicating. And the deeper he is pulled toward her, the more dangerous she becomes. As enemies close in and a savage rival pack rises from the shadows, Ayla finds herself hunted by forces she does not understand. Because she is not just an ordinary girl caught between monsters. She may be the key to an ancient bloodline, a buried war, and a destiny powerful enough to reshape their world. Thrown into a dark world of obsession, betrayal, captivity, and predatory desire, Ayla and Lucas must decide whether to fight the pull between them or surrender to it. But in a world ruled by instinct and blood, love is never gentle, and being claimed by the wrong man could cost Ayla everything. Content warning: This novel contains material that some readers may find distressing, including sexually explicit scenes, detailed graphic violence, bloodshed, captivity, coercive sexual threat, drug use, and emotionally abusive relationships.
View More"H-hon... I-I'm sorry.." Dave said, kneeling in front of me and asking for my forgiveness.
"How could you?" I asked, looking at the window with my emotionless face.
"H-hon—"
"You said you love me. You said it's okay. You said we'll be okay.*
"But hon—"
"But what is this Dave? What the fvck is this?!" I look at him with my teary eye. "I believed you Dave, I believed in your words. But look what I get in return, look what happened after believing in your godd*mn words!" I shouted.
He held my hand, trying to calm me down. "It was a mistake hon, I was blinded by the thought that..." he stopped and looked at me with pity in his eyes.
"That what? That Joan can give you a child that I can't give tama ba?" I calmly said, holding my tears.
He just looked down and slowly nodded "That's bvllsht!" I forcedly push him away and leave the room.
I absent mindedly went to our bar area, opened the bottle which I just grabbed and drink it, bottoms up.
"Hon stop it" Dave said, he's about to get the bottle away from me but I evaded it.
"Leave."
"No—"
"I said leave."
"Hon—"
"I said you fvcking leave."I faced him with my sharp eyes and point a finger toward him "Alam mo kung paano ako magalit Dave, leave bago pa tayo magkasakitan dito." He's persistent to stay but he frustratedly stormed off when I gave him a murderous look while gripping the bottle of wine tightly until it made a cracking sound.
Pagod akong umupo sa stool at muling tinungga ang bote na hawak ko. My heart beats fast causing me hard to breathe, it's heavy as if someone intentionally dropped a hallow blocks in it.
I grab my phone and connect it on our speaker, put it in a high volume and clicked a play button without looking what song will be played.
I guzzle again on the wine I'm holding and cursed hard when I heard the intro of the song.
"Godd*mn it!" I hissed when the song starts, it's lyrics is hitting me hard.
(Kakayanin Kaya By Maymay Entrata now playing)
"Natulala nang makita kang may kasamang iba at sa aking puso ay may kaba" the heck.
"Nagtataka kung saan nga ba nagkamali o nagkulang ba? Ano nga ba'ng meron siya?" I chuckled, malamang walang problema sa matres no'n, magkaka-anak na nga sila e.
"Hindi ko na malaman pa ang gagawin" that thought brought tears to my eyes and it continually flowing
"Kakayanin kayang ika'y mawala at sa kanya'y ipaubaya" kaya ko ba? Ipinatong ko ang noo sa aking braso na nakatuon sa table.
"At hayaang sumaya ka sa piling niya?" he'll be happy kase matutupad na 'yong pangarap n' ya na masayang pamilya.
"Kakayanin kayang ika'y may iba at ang mahal mo'y kaming dalawa" Masaya naman kami ah? Iyon nga lang, wala kaming anak.
"Akin na lang bang tatanggapin? Kakayanin kaya?" hayaan ko na lang kaya s'yang sumaya sa piling ng mag-ina n'ya?
"Nag-iisip kung magkukunwari na lang ba ako at itatago ang sakit?"
"Do you take Dave Orteza to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do"
"Pipilitin bang tanggapin na ika'y may iba bukod sa'kin"
"Today I say, "I do" but to me that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. I dedicate myself to your happiness, success, and smile. I will love you forever."
"Kakayanin kayang ika'y mawala at sa kanya'y ipaubaya" para saan pa ang kasal, kung maghihiwalay lang din naman ang dalawang tao na pinagbuklod ng maykapal.
"At hayaang sumaya ka sa piling niya? Kakayanin kayang ika'y may iba" aanhin pa ang wedding vows, kung isang pagkakamali lang sira na lahat ng pangakong binitawan sa harap ng altar.
"At ang mahal mo'y kaming dalawa, akin na lang bang tatanggapin?" kaya pala required na may bridesmaid sa kasal, para may katulong sa pag-aalaga sa asawa hanggang sa maagaw na nila.
"Kakayanin kaya? Na hayaan ka na lang" I get up and walk to the pool.
"O ipaglalaban ba ang pag-ibig ko, O wag na lang? " tumayo ako sa gilid, lumuluhang tinitingala ang kalahating buwan kasama ang mga kumikinang na bituin sa kalangitan habang hawak pa rin ang alak na aking iniinom.
"Hindi ko alam kung…" I kneeled on the tiles still looking up to the sky. "AHHHHHH!" I cried hard.
"Kakayanin kayang ika'y mawala, at sa kanya'y ipaubaya" I sat on the ground, laughed while still crying "bakit sa best friend ko pa"
"At hayaang sumaya ka sa piling niya? Kakayanin kayang ika'y may iba" aanhin pa ang tagal ng relasyon n'yong dalawa kung isang pagkakamali lang ito‘y sirang-sira na.
"At ang mahal mo'y kaming dalawa, akin na lang bang tatanggapin?" pinatong ko ang aking mga braso sa aking tuhod, doon tumungo at iniiyak lahat ng sakit.
Tatanggapin ko ba?
"O akin na lang bang palalayain?" kaya ko ba?
"Kakayanin kaya?" aanhin mo ba ang pagmamahal mo sa isang tao kung hindi mo naman maibigay ang kan'yang gusto?
I let the music seize the silence of this house, nanatili akong nakatungo habang umiiyak hanggang sa gumaan ang aking pakiramdam.
DAVE'S POV
I went to our house early in the morning to check on my wife. I was worried sick na baka may gawin s'ya sa sarili niya.
"Hon?" tawag ko sa kanya pagpasok na pagpasok ko sa loob ng bahay.
"Fatima?" ulit ko nang walang sumagot sa akin.
"Hello? Honey where are you?" binuksan ko na lahat ng pinto na nandito sa ground floor ngunit wala akong nakita na kahit sino.
I went to the pool side, I saw a familiar empty bottle. Heto 'yong iniinom niya kahapon.
Tumakbo ako pataas at dumiretso sa master's bedroom ngunit wala rin s'ya doon.
"Fatima where the h*ll are you" I opened the closet, natigilan ako nang mga damit ko na lamang ang nakita ko sa loob nito, wala na ang mga damit niya.
"The fvck!" I was about to leave the room when a piece of paper on the vanity table caught my attention.
Kinuha ko ito at dali-daling inalis sa pagkakatupi.
"To Dave" basa ko sa unang line na nakita ko. I sat on the edge of the bed and started to read it's content.
"Una sa lahat, I wanna say sorry. I'm sorry kase I can't bear a child, I'm sorry kase I can't give you the whole family you want. I'm sorry kase all I can do is to love you, and loving you means nothing kase I can't be the wife you wanted to be. I've decided to leave and let you be with your child and its mother. I'm happy for the both of you, hindi ko masasabi na okay lang iyon, hindi ko maitatanggi 'yong sakit, hindi ko masasabi na tanggap ko' yong ginawa n'yo. I'm hurt Dave, umasa ako, akala ko ikaw na hanggang dulo, akala ko kapag kasal na tayo magiging stable na 'yong buhay at relationship natin, but it was wrecked by you and my own bestfriend, how could you? haha. Ang sabi mo okay lang e, after five years of being together, akala ko tanggap mo talaga but it turned out na hindi pa rin pala, na mas pipiliin mo palang sirain ang relasyon natin para maisakatuparan iyong pamilya na pinapangarap mo, unfortunately hindi ako belong sa pangarap na iyon kaya ako na lamang ang lalayo, pinapalaya na kita.
I've decided to let you go because you're now having the family you dreamed about. Congratulationss, don't worry, kapag naging okay na ako, I'll file an annulment para tuluyan ka nang palayain at hayaang maging masaya sa pinili mo'ng pamilya. Be happy, take care of your family, love them more than you loved me, kase kung mamahalin mo sila katulad ng pagmamahal mo sa akin, baka maulit lamang ito, maghanap ka ulit ng iba haha. Be alright, goodluck to the both of you, goodbye.
Sincerely yours,
Fatima
The chamber had once belonged to kings.That was plain even in ruin.Its ceiling rose in blackened vaults above them, the stone soot-stained and cracked where fire had licked upward in the last violence of the war. The carved pillars that ringed the room had been hacked at in places, gouged and bloodied, as though the wolves who had stormed it had wanted not merely to kill what lived there, but to humble the house itself. Ash still lay in the joins between the flagstones. Melted bronze had hardened in ugly trails down one wall. The air smelled faintly of old smoke, wet stone, and the dark metallic ghost of blood too ancient now to belong to any living body.They had gathered in the half-light beneath a single iron brazier.There were only six of them.Once, they would not have been made to wait in any hall. Once, they had stood at the edges of the high seat, had poured wine and counsel into the ears of princes, had watched lesser blood bend itself into obedience beneath the weight of
AylaI lay there on my back, chest still rising and falling in heavy waves, every muscle loose and trembling from the force of the orgasm he had torn out of me. The echo of it still moved through my body in slow, liquid ripples, making my inner walls flutter and clench around nothing. My thighs were slick, my skin flushed hot and damp, and between my legs I felt swollen and sensitive and impossibly empty now that his mouth had left me. Each tiny aftershock sent a fresh spark of pleasure racing up my spine, pulling soft, helpless sounds from my throat that I couldn’t hold back.Lucas stayed exactly where he was, kneeling between my spread thighs, his shoulders still supporting the weight of my legs. His mouth rested against me, pressing the gentlest kisses to my swollen labia, to the oversensitive bud at the top that twitched every time his breath ghosted over it. He was tasting me slowly, lazily, as if he could not bear to stop drinking the evidence of what he had done to me. The wet,
LucasBy the time we slipped away from the heat and laughter of the yard, no one much cared where we were going, only that we were going together. The pack was loud behind us now, properly loud, the sharpness of danger dissolved at last into something warmer, looser, almost drunken in its relief. Laughter rolled after us first, then the smell of smoke and meat and homemade liquor, then the last ragged scraps of chanting, already breaking apart into teasing calls and crude blessings flung after our backs. It all followed us for a while as we crossed the darker stretch beyond the main yard, then began, little by little, to thin behind us until it became only the distant living pulse of Blackthorn carrying on without us. The night felt cooler away from the fires. Or perhaps I only noticed the cold more now that the heat of the crowd had gone. Every step still pulled somewhere. My side first, a deep mean ache under the healing stitches. Then the shoulder, still not right, still quick to c
Selene It was the right sentence.That was the first thing I knew with any real certainty after the gate slammed and Finn disappeared from view. The yard still held the scent of him for a few seconds, as though the pack had not yet quite finished turning its back, but the sentence itself had been right. Hard, clean, and cruel in precisely the way a true Alpha’s judgement ought to be. Death would have been simpler. More immediate. More satisfying to the uglier hungers in the yard. A knife across the throat. Teeth. Blood on concrete. A body cooling under the same sky that had watched him lie and steal and betray. But Lucas had chosen something colder than that. Something that would go on and on long after the satisfaction of violence had burnt itself out.Packlessness.Namelessness.To be cut loose from Blackthorn and thrown into the world with no claim left on anything that had once made him somebody. No home. No yard. No brothers at his back. No name to steady his spine when the nigh
AylaThe further we drove from the garage, the more the night seemed to go bad around us.At first it was only a shift at the edges of things, some subtle wrongness in the air that sat uneasily on the skin and would not quite let itself be named. But as the miles slipped by and the streets grew mea
Lucas By the time I left the garage, the smoke from Garrick’s pyre had already settled into my clothes so deeply that it no longer smelled separate from me. Ash. Wet earth. blood. The old timber we had broken up for him because he had built half the place with his own hands and none of us could st
JenniferThe ropes still held my wrists high above my head, fastened to that heavy iron ring bolted into the warehouse wall, and every small shift of my body made them bite deeper into my skin. My shoulders burned. My back ached from the awkward stretch. The low yellow bulbs overhead hummed like dy
Garrick The whisky burns more than it used to.That feels like the sort of insult age specialises in. Not the grand humiliations. Those come later, if you are unlucky enough to live that long. No, age prefers the smaller mockeries. The shoulder that tightens in the cold. The knee that reminds you






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