Layla’s POVIt was like letting go of a long held breath. As our lips met, Hector’s hand wrapped around the nape of my neck and he pulled me closer to him. I let myself melt into his body without resistance, and the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips against mine sent shivers down my spine.I r
She had proved herself trustworthy to me several times over, and perhaps after our sparring I would fill her in on everything except Hector.Anya rolled her shoulders, and the grin on her face grew as she trash talked me, but this didn’t take long and within moments we were engaged in a full fight.
Layla’s POVWithout looking into a mirror, I couldn’t be entirely sure, but I was almost one hundred percent certain that my face was as red as a tomato, as a hot flush of embarrassment coursed through me. Xavier was the last person I wanted to see, and yet he had just witnessed me getting the livi
“I’m usually very good at minding my own business, Spitfire,” he started. “But last night I didn’t, and now you won’t even look at me. That’s not very nice of you.”I whirled around before I could stop myself.“Can you stop calling me that?”A sly smirk settled over his lips, but he blinked innocent
Layla’s POVSparring around the field had started up once members of the Blue Moon Pack began to disperse. At Morgan’s announcement though, I felt a shockwave spread through the entire field and every single activity stopped. The entire place grew so silent that only the sound of the wind whipping
I bristled, and I was sure that my whole Pack did too, but even then I had to give it to the small woman: She had played her hand beautifully.A lot hinged on this fight symbolically, since it was the first between our Packs, and if I chickened out it would be an insult to my whole Pack. “Layla,” A
Layla’s POVMorgan shot forward even before Xavier had finished uttering the word. I tried to sidestep the attack, but it was much wider than I had anticipated and I ended up getting slashed by her claws.Hissing, I tried to put some distance between us, but she didn’t let up immediately, and I was
Morgan was good, but I was too. I hadn’t worked my ass off for all these months only to end up mediocre. It surprised me that I had just almost forgotten that.“You bitch!” the small woman spat venomously once she had regained her footing. I could feel a subtle shift of energy go through the atmos
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