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
Layla’s POVAfter the brief interruption, the Procession continued as planned and I tried to concentrate on everything going on around me rather than the heat I could feel radiating off Hector’s skin as we swayed gently, carried in the sedan chair. He didn’t say anything else after slipping his clo
She gave a low respectful bow before speaking. “It’s my fault Alpha,” she said with a dipped chin. “I’m in charge of watching the Holy Fire. I shouldn’t have neglected it, and now the Moon Goddess is refusing the offering.”The rustle of fabric alerted me to the sudden movement of her assistant The
A pit opened up in my stomach as soon as the meaning of their actions caught up with me, and I clapped a hand on my mouth, watching in horror at the heavy nod Hector gave Theresa to proceed.The assistant took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and I watched her pull the hand with the branch back slow
Layla’s POVI had been tricked. The realisation shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me as I watched Delphine smile at me with my mouth wide open, but somehow it did. She had messed with the fire before I arrived, made it go out so she would swoop in to save the day while everyone cried out for my
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