It was because of that feeling that I confided in him about my bond with Hector, and now here I lay in a strange Pack, in a strange city that I had only ever seen in movies.Not a single person in the entire world knew where I was, and going off the burning sensations in my lungs (which were already
Layla’s POVIn the long stretch of silence that followed the declaration, I felt my mind go blank as a white hot trill of panic shot through me. It started out in my chest, and at first I worried that the spreading numbness was another dose of Wolfsbane that’d been administered without me knowing.
Alright, alright, I thought as he trailed off; so far none of this was news to me. Hector’s lack of a surname had always struck me as an odd affectation, but eventually it became one of those things I stopped noticing, like the sky being blue and the fact that there was a sentient entity in my head
Layla’s POVXavier didn’t bat an eyelash at the hostility in my response to his greeting. If anything in fact, his grin seemed to widen, and my clenched fists trembled beneath the duvet I had tucked them under. I was straining against the urge to leap up at him and punch that stupid smile off his
Curiosity. He made a thoughtful noise deep in his throat, and again my eyes trailed back to Xavier, who shrugged.I hadn’t spoken to the man for up to five minutes, and already I was a source of intrigue to him… surely, there had to be a silver lining in that.Michael nodded, as though coming to so
Layla’s POVI paused after speaking, not sure of what would happen next as I observed Xavier, who was hunched over, with an arm thrown across his stomach.He was silent, and the only audible sounds in the room were those of him breathing shakily, which seemed to echo out through the room.For a spli
Layla’s POVThe sound of his polished monk straps on marble echoed through the wide, luxurious hallways as he disappeared, and as I watched him disappear I felt a memory begin to niggle at the edge of my mind.It wasn’t a memory per se, just the impression of one; but before it had even fully formed
Layla’s POVI had been the subject of many a death glare in my life, and perhaps because of this little fact I had it on full authority to say that currently I happened to be on the receiving end of the most chilling I had ever gotten.This wasn’t in the league of my Pack mates isolating looks, or e
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