Layla’s POVI swallowed down the acidic vomit that rose from the back of my throat as the metals embedded in the whip dug into my flesh, and fought back a wretched scream as I wrenched them out, almost blacking out from the pain.The words of the note sprang to mind again. This was my last chance t
Layla’s POVThe words flowed out of me, echoing throughout the clearing, and I repeated them several times in the same order before falling silent.My breaths misted in the cold morning air, and with each slight movement I made, the wounds on my back ached viciously in retaliation. I felt drained as
“Careful,” she warned gently, helping me back in the bed. “You’ll pull your bandages out.”I heard the sound of footsteps approaching moments before my door swung open, and the Pack doctor entered, gliding over smoothly to stand at my other side.His expression was thoughtful as he considered me. I
Layla’s POVThe sharp rap of my knuckles on wood echoed through the empty corridor I was standing in, and as I let my hand fall by my side I heard his voice through the doors.“Come in.”I tried to ignore the shiver I felt go down my spine at the sound of that gruff baritone, squaring my shoulders,
I frowned, slowly coming out of my thoughts to find that Hector was staring intently at me, like he was trying to read my thoughts. “Why?” I asked finally, and he arched his brow.It was clear that he hadn’t seen this coming as my first reaction to the revelation. A small part of me felt pleased at
Hector’s POV“… Because you want to fuck me.”Layla’s words were like a mini bomb going off. As her words sank in I stiffened in my chair, and inside me my wolf bristled. His lips curled in the beginnings of a growl.“Excuse me?” I gritted as my claws dug into the armrest of my chair, almost punctu
I lifted my hand, returning it to her shoulder and ignoring Hal’s annoyed bark at the sight of her neck, where a red handprint had formed.“Why did you save me?” she rasped, rubbing at the spot, which I knew would no doubt be sore.My eyes followed the movements of her hands, and it struck me that t
Layla’s POVIn the days after my discharge, it quickly became clear to me that despite having proven the Moon Goddess’s ‘forgiveness’, I would never quite fit in or be accepted among their ranks.Eyes trailed me wherever I went, and on more than one occasion conversations had immediately stopped as