LOGINDear 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
Reno too, with the added detail that she never made eye contact. It felt like the mere fact of my survival was an offence too big for them to get over, but I was resigned to dig my heels in and look out for myself without begging for scraps of their attention as I had done for my whole life. Never
She had pretty much told me so herself, citing the fact that she heard Marcia Rockmountain (the same elderly matriarch of the Rockmountain clan who didn’t hesitate to condemn me to death) tell Reno to watch out for me, as I was ‘just like my whore mother.’The fact that she would even say that told
Layla’s POVI was at a loss for words as I struggled to make sense of Alex’s accusation. With his track record it shouldn’t have surprised me, but I found myself shocked at his audacity nevertheless. My Ex had been spoiled rotten by his family, and he was deluded enough to see himself as the victim
Layla’s POVThe hairs at the back of my neck rose at the sound of barely repressed rage Reno’s tone carried. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could successfully do so she delivered a sharp backhand, letting go of my hair as I went reeling to the ground. In the moments that followed, a hig







