Layla’s POVI wasn’t surprised to find that Delphine had made a quick exit from the dungeon while I was with Hector. She had probably done it with the hope that I would get into some sort of trouble, but as I walked home, I found I didn’t really care about her or her motives. In fact, all of it see
The thought put a bitter taste in my mouth, and while nursing my rage I promised that if I ever found myself in that kind of situation again, I wouldn’t run away. No.I would rip my tormentors to shreds with my teeth, my bare hands, and it wouldn’t matter if it was one or twenty.My resolve only har
Layla’s POVI arrived at the spot where my training took place and immediately started on the moves Hector had taught me, punching, kicking and clawing at invisible opponents ferociously. My limbs felt stiff from weeks of disuse, and I didn’t immediately find my rhythm.Just when I was starting to
I started to protest, but he cut me with a warning look, and even though I wanted to keep at it I knew my own limits. “The doctor told me that he recommended therapy?”I nodded stiffly at this, shaking my head when he asked if that was something I wanted. It may have been unhealthy, but the last t
Fighting soon became a dance as I mastered its rhythms, and my taste for it only grew when Hector started to fight against me. These mock matches ended pretty quickly, and almost always with me on my back facing the sky, but I didn’t hold that against myself because he was a beast of a man.I knew I
Layla’s POVLea’s hackles rose inside me, and almost immediately my instincts took over. I slipped into a fighting stance, turning to face the speaker smoothly as my claws grew out.As soon as the girl saw this she immediately threw her hands up in a show of surrender.“Whoa there,” she exclaimed wi
In front of a witness she would never show her true emotions to me and so her demeanour remained serene and smooth. But there was a noticeable change in the atmosphere. Her dislike was palpable.“Layla.” She angled her body slightly in my direction, but her eyes remained firmly locked on Anya as sh
Layla’s POVAnya may not have been the best fighter in our Pack, but what she lacked in strength she more than made up for in speed, and she was never one to let an advantage slide. Somehow though, I managed to keep up with her (though barely), and the only reason for this was probably because of 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