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
Every eye in the room swivelled to look at me as I lifted a finger that I gently ran over my bottom lip. It came away red with blood. I hadn’t realised it until now, but when Reno backhanded me she had been wearing a ring that cut through my flesh when her blow landed and now I was bleeding.I clean
Layla’s POVDad’s message was clear. If I hoped to come out of this entire situation with any of my freedom intact, I would have to keep my head down and stop asking to go along with them for training. Even though it was Hector who ordered me to start in the first place.Hector. He was an area I sh
Carlos proved this by his next question.“Why haven’t you been on the training fields for the past couple of weeks, then?” For a brief moment, I entertained the thought of slamming the door shut in his face without replying and going about my day as usual. But that wasn’t even an option, because ev
Layla’s POVJust what was his endgame?The thought weighed heavily on my mind as I silently trailed after Carlos who, save the occasional glance over his shoulder to check if I was still following, uttered not a single word.The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable though. In fact, it was actuall
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