LOGINDear reader, apologies for the short chapter! A couple of hours ago I came down with something—which I’ll hopefully sleep off—but have no fear: The next chapter will be up in a few hours time instead of this time tomorrow, so watch out for it. As always, I appreciate all of your support. Mathieu.
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
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.
“You’ve sunk your claws into him too, haven’t you?”Her tone was filled to the brim with bitter resignation, and if she hadn’t just made an attempt at my life I would’ve felt some pity for her. But I didn’t. In fact, now more than ever I was convinced that she had had a hand with the events at the
‘He doesn’t need us.’‘How do you know that?’ my wolf shot back.I rolled my eyes, letting out a huff of annoyance.‘J–Just because, okay?! I just know it.’Lea shook her head in disappointment, and it struck me as an oddly human gesture.‘That isn’t even an excuse.’It didn’t look like she was goin
Layla’s POVThe noise caught my attention, and at the same time we all turned to watch Xavier at his end of the room, taking a sip from his clear wine glass.He didn’t look the least bit unruffled by the fact that he had just interrupted a very tense situation, and to his credit none of his Pack mat







