Layla's Destined Lover

g age, she was raised to be a strong warrior. Therefore,

reover, Layla possesses a beautifully crafted face, with glossy black hair tied neatly

such a noble wolf, like an angel from

s now crudely cut and sticky with blood. The lush red lips that once invited kisses are no

ng emits a fou

e they kept

In this dark and damp pl

s blankly a

ess. She feels the lack of her sharp teeth, and she tries to open her mout

y broke her fangs and claws

a ha

es the

w like a broken doll, lacking

her head to violently pull it, causing the arm with the ring to move. It's pulled up, then thrown down. Layla repeats this action, as if trying to vent her hatr

the hatred within her, even though the more she does, the more she looks li

ting. The echoing footsteps of two p

tions. She can't give those people the

of a man and a woman graduall

scivious she-wolf holds Leon's hand, her voice, sweet as if devoid of any backbone, sends shivers throug

question asked is something she has sus

. He laughs brightly, his doting face responding to the words o

left outside the edge of the forest. She and her father brought him home, took him to Phelan's house for treatme

ntment, "A perpetrator seizing what do

r with mature thoughts. She made it clear to him that as long as Leon didn't want it, she was willing to cut off her own gland, an organ that wolves use t

ne forcing him t

e this garbage relationship

ah. Ah,

at them. However, the sound that

no longer

uth, her sarcastic tone fueling Layla's growing resentment

hing Layla's chin. Her detestable voice becomes low, "A hybrid

nd Anna's neck, then uses all her remaining strength to

rength, it's not the turn for a pampered

th and reflexes have diminished. So, before she could strike the garb

endure additional injuries, spit

the angry shouts to the point w

ow dare you

he beauty for the sake of love. Layla smirks, contem

has shed all semblance of calmness, the former ten

rful blows to her head, her b

yla fee

she

laughs. Layla's laughter blends with Leon's furious curses. All

spair is the ec

.

e frequency of Layla's beatings and tortures incr

endure, waiting for

HI

ep her alert. Layla doesn't hope to wait for an opportunity and then find herself unable to open her eyes. Ho

y foo

e again urges Layla to heighten her

a man gradually appears, accompani

she can resist the cruel whip strikes in time, so it can't harm her

he's about to throw a powerful punch, she is caught off guard as Leon slowly sits

the man in front of her, every mus

ther strong, rugged hand quickly seize

's no longer a deadly weakness in combat. Sudd

illed with the intention to kill

to her ear, his voice full of dis

chance to avoid this suddenly insane man. Before she co

re more injuries, and once again,

s hand, his face gleefully watching every expression on her face

stick by his side, thrusting

through her body, every sense in her freezing. She can feel her

oks at her murderer, who is going mad with

bne