Layla’s POVLea’s reaction stunned me, and it wasn’t only because of the fact that she had been quiet throughout our exchange.Up until now, I would’ve sworn that my wolf was indifferent to Xavier’s presence, and to a degree this was true.She’d respected him for coming to our defence on the evening
I could tell that he felt everything he was saying down to his marrows, and I sensed a flush creeping up my cheeks as the room fell silent when he trailed off.It was the first time I had heard anyone speak of me like this, and it left me with a giddy, light-headed feeling to think that someone as o
Layla’s POVYes. Yes, I could.That was the answer I came up with, and as soon as the words slipped into my consciousness it was like I couldn’t take them back anymore.All of a sudden, I became wholly aware of the fact that very little actually held me back here. So, without a doubt I could leave.
So, I was in a bit of a pickle.On one hand, I wanted to leave and see what life would be like for me outside this Pack, even if just for a week. But on the other, I wanted Hector (if not right now then soon—no thanks to the goddess) and I couldn’t bring myself to choose.But… What if I didn’t have
Layla’s POVXavier's reaction to my revelation was delayed.First, he blinked at me, not immediately registering what I had said. It was like I could see the wheels in his mind turning over my statement. When what I said finally dawned on him, it was like watching a light bulb go on. Or in this ca
The silence in the room was almost deafening to my ears as I stared at him, waiting for a response, and some time passed before he finally let out a low whistle.“Remind me to never get on your bad side, Spitfire,” he said.There was a note of admiration in his tone, and I felt my shoulders relax by
Layla’s POVHector’s shoulders tensed as soon as he opened the door to find me staring at him wide-eyed. At that moment, I probably looked more like a deer caught in headlights than I had ever managed to in my life. But that was hardly my fault.As the fact that he was in the same space as me regis
There was only one problem though: Watching Hector suffer made me feel sick to my stomach. Apparently, Lea felt the same way.‘Why are you doing this to us?’ my wolf cried out inside me.I ignored the question, but she pressed on.‘This is bigger than you, Layla,’ she cautioned sagely. ‘This is abo
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