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
Something wasn’t adding up, I could feel my expression start to turn suspicious as I looked at Palmer.“I mean, technically not blood-related,” the blonde added, almost as an afterthought. “They were fostered together.”Oh, I thought. That made a lot more sense.“What did you mean when you said that
Hector’s POVToday was day three. It had been three days since my last night of sleep. Three days since the last known sighting of my mate. That was over seventy-two hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand seconds—all spent in a state of agitatio
Veins traced the undersides of the eye bags that were forming beneath my eyes.Three days, I thought. Three days.Michael’s face lit up the screen before I could take my musings much further, and as soon as I saw his expression I felt my skin prickle with awareness.“Good morning Hector,” he started
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