Landon's pov
Layla's peaceful face was the first thing I woke up to, making a smile instantly form on my lips. I shifted slightly, moving my hand to her cheek to sweep away her dark hair from her face. Letting my finger linger on her cheek, then to her lips tracing over them. My touch trailed down her neck and over her mark. Her body shivered from the touch.
Fuck, there absolutely couldn't be a moment where I wouldn't admire her. She was too damn beautiful, in every way. From her eyes to her lips to her gorgeous body that she allowed me to see. I was so awestruck when I seen her, it made me want to kiss every inch of her body. The scars I seen, they didn't make her any less perfect in my eyes.
They were just something that made her, her. And I know it wasn't easy for her to show me even that much of her. So I'm really grateful she did. Because, I love her and goddess did it feel so good to say that and to have her know. Plus to know that she loves me back.
"Landon?" she mumbled, her eyes barely being able to open.
"Yes?" I asked, rubbing her arm soothingly.
"I'm cold." she mumbled, yet again with sleepiness in her tone, it was absolutely adorable.
I pulled her in closer to me, wrapping the blankets around her more securely. Her arm went around my torso, moving closer to me. As she placed her head into my neck I stroked her hair through my fingers. My free arm rubbing her back, to provide warmth. I kissed the side of her head, twirling the black locks in my fingers.
"Better, baby?" I asked her in a voice that's specifically reserved for her.
She hummed in response a chuckle escaping me, I really love her.
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It's been three hours since I've been awake and Layla still hasn't woken up other than that one time. In her defense it was really early when I woke up.
"Alpha, I'm sorry to disturb you but, I need to talk to you." Zach's mind link suddenly filled my head.
"What is it?" I questioned.
"Brad wants to talk with you." he stated, which made me growl.
I didn't want to see him nor did I want to talk to him or the others. The sight of them made me sick and downright livid. But, I needed to push past that and actually deal with them, sometime.
"Tell him, I'll talk to him when I'm ready, got it?"
"Yes alpha."
The link was cut off just as Layla began to stir in my arms. I breathed in her scent to calm me down but, it could only help so much. When she lifted her sleepy head to look at me, she smiled.
But, then it faded, "What's wrong?" she asked, reaching out to touch my jaw, I closed my eyes at the contact.
I didn't want her to know because, I didn't want to upset her when she barely even woke up. But, I also didn't want to lie.
Reopening my eyes I was met with her concerned gaze, "Nothing." In that moment when she looked at me.
I couldn't lie to her, "Are you sure?" she asked sincerely.
Instead of answering her I kissed her forehead and started to get out of bed. She sat up as I did, rubbing her eyes with her fists, making my eyes soften from how adorable she looked.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast."
With that I left the room before she could ask me anything more. As I made my way down the stairs, I started to think about whether or not I would go see Brad today. Just the thought had my blood boiling, but, for now I brushed it off to make breakfast. Or at least try to as best as I could. But, I stopped in my tracks at the entry of the kitchen when I seen my mother already cooking.
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The Runt & The Alpha
Werewolf~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meet Layla Anderson runt of the pack. In most packs runts are taken care of, protected. Although in Layla's case this wasn't it. Everyone in her pack despised her, even going as far as beating her, she had more scars than she would l...