Layla  
An Elf’s Tale: 
 
Hi my name is Layla and I am an Elf living in the human world, my life has not always been easy. But with the love and support of my loving Granny and best friends being an outcast among my own kind was at the very least survivable.  
That is until the day I met Alex Night, that day my life changed and for the first time in a very long time I was happy. 
But like most things my happiness didn’t last. 
Now I am a prisoner of the Prince of darkness a.k.a the soon to be king of the Dark Elves. In a very short time, the world I thought I knew is turned upside down and I find myself in the midst of an evil scheme. With the burning question why me? 
Will I find my happily ever after or will I sub come to the wicked scheme of my capture?

Layla,  an Elf's tale

I sat on the bed for hours I didn’t know what time it was but I knew hours must have passed. I was still not any closer to a plan of escape or stopping this forced wedding from taking place. 


I was still sitting and wondering if Alex got my massage and praying to the powers that be that he did and he and my friends and family were on their way to come to my aid when the door burst open and framed in the door was Loki, a woman dressed in blood red and to my horror, I saw Loki dragging Wendy along with him as he entered the room but she was limp and looked like a beaten up ragdoll. Her perfect skin was covered in the worst bruises I have ever seen. Loki stood a few feet away from me and threw Wendy towards me I scrambled off the bed as fast as I could and caught her just in time before she could hit her head on the stone floor. She was as cold as ice and she was barely conscious. 


“I thought you might need some persuading.” 


“What the hell did you do to her!” 


Chapter 12