In Hotel Parador de Cangas de Onís in Spain
After reading the report brought to him by his assistant, Lucas's expression turns extremely somber.
"You can't even find one woman! Tell me, what's the point of keeping you?"
He throws the papers back at the shivering assistant and slams his hand on the table in frustration.
"Th-this is all I was given."
"For the past five years that I've asked you to look for her, you say she's not in the country. So tell me what damn country she's in."
"I don't care what you do. Just find her for me." He waves his hand and the assistant scurries off as if he had been given great amnesty.
While dashing out of the presidential suite, he can't help but curse his luck. He isn't the one in charge of information. He's just the messenger. As Lucas's assistant, his job is to report things to him and give feedback. Why was he the one receiving all the abuse and pressure?
Lucas is also cursing his luck and feeling depressed. In all his life, he had never felt so defeated. With his almost infinite resources, he can find anyone and anything. Even the darkest deeds of a country's president or secrets of the vampire royalty aren't a secret to him. Why then? Why couldn't he find one woman?
Unless she was hiding from him.
She wouldn't do that, would she?
Does she hate him that much?
At the door of Lucas's room, a woman wearing a black pantsuit flashes a triumphant smile when she sees the assistant running out. Her eyes sparkle and she takes a deep breath of relief.
She smiles in contentment before she frowns upon remembering something.
Her hand caresses her cheek and a flash of pain and anger flickers through her eyes.
A huge scar stretches from below her left eye down to the tip of her chin. It mars her otherwise delicate features. It was covered with makeup but could not be concealed completely.
'This is the only thing that hinders her from showing her love to him.' She clenches her fists in anger before managing to calm herself down.
After a while, she walks into Lucas's office and is immediately met with his icy glare.
"What do you want?"
Although his tone was harsh, she didn't mind because she knew he was in a foul mood. He always gets like this after he receives a report about 'her' whereabouts still being unknown.
"The outfits for tomorrow's event have arrived."
"Drop them and leave."
He turns around and stares at the window in deep thought, ignoring her presence.
Staring at his turned back, her expression turns tender.
She had grown up between humans since she was a rogue. She did not have a pack but still, she was surrounded by friends. She was really happy. But this all ended when she turned eighteen.
On her way home from a party with her family, they were surrounded by some rogues and her father and pregnant mother died while fighting them just to save her.
But that was not the worst part, the worst part was her father ripped apart one of the rogues who was also her mate before she could explain it to him. Also, her face was slashed and left permanently disfigured when one of the rogues attacked her with a knife which had also killed her mother.
Although she wasn't a world-class beauty, her face had been clean and fresh. Like any woman, she took pride in her looks, and now they were gone.
So in less than 1 hour, she had lost both her family and her mate. At that time something inside her snapped.
After seeing their cold bodies she could not wait there for more rogues to kill her so she ran.
She thought her life was over when she got hit by a car. When she had fallen her face was
She would die just like her parents. Yet to her surprise, she woke up in a hospital. Towering over her was twenty-year-old Lucas Hendrix.
He had been driving home from a meeting when he hit a fleeing figure that came out of nowhere.
Layla was in a trance. Ever since her face got scarred men would look at her like she was dirt, but he didn't.
There was no expression on his face, just indifference. At that moment she fell in love.
After she recovered she begged to stay in his pack. She was a eighteen years old orphan who had just lost everything.
She told him her parents and mate died and she had no place to go.
After doing a check on her and confirming that she was not lying, he accepted her, and she began working as an assistant in his company while also after training hard she has become one of the best warriors of the pack.
Seven years later, she is now a twenty-five-year-old success. His parents adore her and he trusts her. Life is as it should be.
She is the only woman other than his sister that he allows to be around him. Five years ago, she had managed to get rid of that seductress who defiled him. Ever since she has been destroying all traces of the vixen who bewitched his heart so that he can't find her. Even she has no idea where the woman is or what she was up to.
Lucas will be hers. He can only belong to her.
"Layla, you're still here?" Lucas has his back to her but she can still sense the anger in his voice.
She shakes her head before smiling and walking away.
'It's only a matter of time.'