LOGINHi there, Mathieu here. I just want to say that I am absolutely humbled by the support you all have shown MBTA so far. We’re almost at the unbelievable milestone of 10K reads (!) and this story wouldn’t have made it this far without you, dear reader. Now, time for the big challenge. HECTOR AND LAYLA ARE IN URGENT NEED OF YOUR HELP! Please leave this book a review if you’ve made it this far and you enjoyed it. Your gems would also go a long way in making sure this story gets to other lovely readers like yourself. Taking time out to leave comments is also much appreciated. I’m interested in seeing what theories you all come up with. Writing is such a lonely journey, and all of these would mean so much to me. With that said, I eagerly await your thoughts! :)
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 POVIt was an interesting proposition, of course. But more importantly: I called bullshit. “I had the same reaction,” was Michael’s response as his enigmatic smile made a brief comeback. “Elaine was no pushover, but she wasn’t a gifted fighter, either. I raised the same concerns, and when
Slowly, I released a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding as Michael eased out of his chair, leaning forward onto his desk as his gaze turned firmly to me. Every bit of his face seemed cast in stark relief against the dim glow his fireplace gave as he croaked.“She told me that no matter how stro
Hector’s POVThe journey back to Greensborough was silent when Palmer finally gave up after the multiple failed attempts at trying to wheedle answers out of me on what I planned to do once we got in.Taking in the strange scene we presented now—the blonde sat at a spot in the limo that was farthest
Hector’s POVMichael’s statement—spoken in that matter-of-fact, no nonsense tone of his—struck right to the heart of things, stopping me short. I flinched without meaning to.It was more of a knee jerk reaction than shock, but as we considered ourselves in the growing silence of his office, the rea







