Dear readers, the last couple of chapters have been more introspective out of necessity, to show Layla working through conflicting thoughts/emotions and coming to decisions that some of you may not agree with. But now? WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS, BABY! I can’t wait for you all to see what I have cooked up, so: Buckle up, stay alert, and remember your safe words lol. Don’t forget to leave your thoughtful comments, gems, and reviews to help others find this book! And, as always, thank you for reading. Mathieu.
Layla’s POVBy the time I felt myself grimacing it was already too late. I watched Lu reel away from the blow, stumbling back into her chair until it tipped over and she crumpled to the floor.Then there was silence.My sister scrambled quickly up to her feet, using one hand to hold onto the table f
His eyes flickered up to mine and he trailed off, probably due to the fact that even he could sense the bullshit in his apology from a mile off.I wasn’t even two years older than Lu, and even though this was the first time he’d ever apologised to me on her behalf, basing it on the almost non-existe
Layla’s POVDad didn’t immediately respond to me. Instead, he blinked before proceeding to stare blankly for a long moment, and in that space of time I entertained the faint possibility that my request had given him mental whiplash.I wouldn’t blame him. After all, we had just come from everything
… Even if it took a month, a year, or ten to find myself, he would be there; and while I didn’t quite believe this, I held onto the hope anyway since it made letting go easier.I had already packed earlier in the afternoon before I went out to the training fields. My duffle bag needed to look like I
I kept my pace casual and unhurried, continuing on the path to Anya’s so that later on any potential witnesses would say they had seen me on the way there, and as I walked the note folded in my breast pocket that I had addressed to Hector seemed to burn a hole there, even though several layers of fa
My voice shook a little, betraying my true feelings, but as I glanced up to see the Delta’s face crinkle in concern I realized that this was a good thing, so I continued.The best part was that I didn’t even have to lie: I told him of Lu’s outburst over dinner, my father’s reaction, and how I had le
Layla’s POVA shiver ran like a ghostly touch over my skin, and as an ominous feeling crawled slowly up my spine I felt my heart rate pick up in speed, beating so fast that it made me feel faint and breathless.Everything felt like a threat, including the shadows cast by the trees from the moonlight
Layla’s POV“Yes, it’s Wolfsbane,” Xavier explained. “Not a lot of it, but enough to mask our—“ He stopped abruptly, and his gaze flicked to mine in a show of panic I would only come to understand later.“It masks my scent,” he corrected.His throat worked as he grimaced, and from that expression a
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