It was a painful but quick shift, and I found myself handing over the reins of control to Lea, who was all too happy to take them from me as I became an observer in her body. In front of us, Alex’s russet colored wolf, Liam, bared his teeth at us, growling to get us to submit, but Lea wasn’t having
Layla’s POVFor the first time in forever I woke up with a smile on my face, and as I got up out of bed there was an overall feeling of weightlessness in my limbs that I couldn’t remember feeling before.Today was the day of the Triumph Procession, and even as I’d dreaded it yesterday, my antics fro
For good measure she slammed my door hard enough while leaving that its frame rattled dangerously, and once more I was left with my own thoughts for company.A few hours later, the make-up artist arrived. Her name was Diane, and she was an Omega who had lived among humans for the last couple of deca
Outside, six Deltas surrounded the sedan chair. It would be used to carry me through the procession. It had an elegant open frame, with gold-red tassels designing it. The sedan chair had a roof, and beyond that there was a cushion on the board that I would have to sit on. It was open on all sides, s
Hector’s POVFor two years now I had kept it to myself, the knowledge that Layla was my mate. When I found out my reputation was already set in stone, and anyone who knew of me would’ve said I was cold, powerful and uncompromising. These were qualities they all chalked up to the fact that I had gon
She was mine, but she couldn’t be because she was too young. My Luna would have to be capable and experienced enough to handle pack affairs, not some innocent young girl who had only just come-of-age. And she was disabled too.That was one version of what I told myself.The other was that I’d never
Layla’s POVIt happened so quickly, and as I fell the only thought ringing through my mind was that I had doomed not just myself, but my entire Pack too, as well as the procession. Nothing to see here, just my shitty luck coming into play as usual.My body hit the ground, and the force of impact was
“We’ll proceed with the Procession,” he announced, and the silence that followed this declaration was deafening. This was the first time something like this was happening during a Procession so no one could tell what was to happen next, but it seemed natural that the entire affair should stop if we
Dear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre
For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h
Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the
This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar
Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden
“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros
Hector’s POV The Sanguis Pack conference hall was more packed than I had ever seen it. It teemed with visiting werewolves from all over the globe, all seated, and as the sounds they made traveled to me (chairs creaking, the steady drone of air conditioning, and people with heads close together sp
My whole body felt as taut as a string, and tears stung my eyes as I watched her let her emotions settle. “Sorry about that,” my mother apologized after some time, swallowing. I noticed her hands in her laps, trembling. “I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.” She paused to gather her thoughts b
Layla’s POV With a tucked-in T shirt, denim jeans, and hair cropped just below her chin, Elaine Holloway looked much better than she had when I last saw her… which wasn’t that high of a bar when I actually thought about it. I mean, she had been standing next to the man who kept her captive for al