Layla’s POVOne thing I immediately concluded about Palmer was that she was nosy. It was so much so, in fact, that I would’ve taken her for a spy if it wasn’t so clear that she loved the act of gossiping as much as she loved collecting information. Normally this would’ve irked me, but it didn’t be
‘It’s good to see you too, Lea.’She scoffed, clearly unimpressed, and as this happened I studied her to see if the Wolfsbane had done any significant damage.Within moments, I let out a low sigh of relief, because while her fur had lost some of its sheen she looked just the way she normally did… th
Layla’s POVI cringed at the sound of my name echoing across the large room, and as all eyes turned to look at me I had to force down a grimace and give a little wave to Palmer, who motioned at me to come over.I didn’t immediately move, and seeing this she let out a sigh before standing up and maki
The girl looked exactly like Palmer—except somehow she didn’t; because where my host boasted a wild array of curls that fell down to her lower waist like a river, the stranger’s hair was cut in a sharp, almost uneven pixie cut.She wore a tank top that was soaked through with sweat, and tattoos cove
I caught a few glances, but no one said anything and just when a hot flush of embarrassment started to go through me I found out why no one had answered.Without any discernible signal, the man shot into action, and I watched with my mouth half-open as the woman ducked, sweeping her legs out to trip
Hector’s POVThroughout the entire flight from Burlington to New York, I tried to focus on the tightness in my chest, which seemed to grow with each passing moment as I drew closer to Layla.It wasn’t good enough that I was going to be seeing her (unharmed according to Michael) in a few hours. I wan
I had only been here once, decades ago—shortly after Michael had become Alpha—and even though the memory threatened to rise up I fought against it until it backed off, giving me some respite.I was already at capacity with the thoughts of Layla racing through my mind; the last thing I wanted to do w
“There’s been an unauthorised…!”I didn’t catch the last part of his panicked statement as I stepped out of earshot into the gates of the main Pack House, which loomed imperiously ahead of me.Without giving it much thought, I began to jog towards it, and as my strides ate up the distance I felt exc
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