“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
Reno too, with the added detail that she never made eye contact. It felt like the mere fact of my survival was an offence too big for them to get over, but I was resigned to dig my heels in and look out for myself without begging for scraps of their attention as I had done for my whole life. Never
Layla’s POVThe hairs at the back of my neck rose at the sound of barely repressed rage Reno’s tone carried. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could successfully do so she delivered a sharp backhand, letting go of my hair as I went reeling to the ground. In the moments that followed, a hig