I was tempted. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t. Getting invited to a sleepover was something I had longed for for years, especially since I’d had to watch Lu head out a lot when we were kids while I stayed behind.At the same time though, the thought of going put a measure of anxiety inside me. If
“You’ve been training and because of that you think you’re better than me?!”I noticed that even in her show of anger she wasn’t making any moves to physically attack me, and if I was being honest a part of me hoped that she would.I could already feel the adrenaline pumping through me despite my ca
Layla’s POVI obeyed, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as soon as I stepped over the threshold into Anya’s house. I stopped to take in the small hallway that led to the rest of the space for a moment, but I was soon interrupted.“C’mon,” Anya urged with a wave, pulling me out of my thoughts.I
He was a cousin of theirs.I was met with warmth from all of them that surprised me. Aidan even took things a step further by pulling me in for a brief, awkward hug, even though I was still all sweaty from training. This made Tyler ask if he could get a hug, then Olive too. By the end of the intro
We pretended to watch the scene playing out in front of us, but I could feel a budding curiosity inside me that her words had stirred. Maybe it was because of how suddenly vulnerable she sounded in the darkness, instead of being her usual cocky self. Maybe not.Eventually though, I broke the silenc
Layla’s POV“What?!” I cried, sitting up and almost upending the bowl between Anya and me in the process.Luckily her reflexes were as sharp as ever, and before the popcorn could successfully tip over she grabbed it, sending me a dirty look as she set it on the table gently.“Way to go dork,” she mu
I was swallowing when she said this, and as soon as the words registered I started to choke as a kernel went down the wrong pipe.For the next minute Anya hit my back as I hawked up what felt like my entire oesophagus, and it was so intense that Monica’s voice came drifting up from upstairs asking i
Layla’s POVWith this thought firmly in place I drifted off to sleep. When we woke up the next morning, Anya talked me into using my face as a test subject for a YouTube makeup tutorial she’d just discovered.I tried to stop myself from grimacing as she pulled out a huge suitcase that she opened wit
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