Then the sound of a sharp, sickening crack echoed through the gym. Xavier didn’t immediately react, but when a second crunching followed—Hector fracturing his tibia—he let out a low groan, stumbling to put some distance between them. My mate wouldn’t allow that though. With all the focus and inte
Layla’s POVIn the moments that followed Hector’s exit from the gymnasium, not a single one of us seemed to know what to do with ourselves. There was a sense of general disbelief at what had just happened, and I could see why that was the case as I sifted through the room of mostly bewildered expre
Michael didn’t miss a beat.“And why is that so, Miss Fabrini?” he asked as his features tightened. “According to our customs, Hector was well within his rights to take Xavier’s life for the act of trespass—”“That’s BULLSHIT!” I cut in, throwing my hands up above my head in frustration. “The custom
Layla’s POVI could feel Michael’s eyes on me, tracking each move I made as I traced a straight path out of the room, leaving him behind. When I got to the entrance though, I paused as I discovered that the hallway outside had been cleared out too (per their Alpha’s orders.)This was all fine and go
Nothing here had been touched recently, and as I shut the door softly behind me it registered that the only sound I could make out was that of a steady clock ticking away, coming from some corner of the room.There was no sign of Hector, but as I traced my fingers across rough leather bindings, rubb
Layla’s POVHector’s gaze was as intense as it had ever been as he watched me tense at his question, but save a slight tic that formed in his jaw he said nothing. Instead, he waited for me to confirm or deny the allegation, and as my mind raced I entertained the thought of lying to him and putting
“I’m sure there were ways you could’ve gone about being on my side without literally throwing me to the wolves.”Inside me, Lea gave a tired eye roll. ‘By the Goddess, Layla, do you have to be so melodramatic?’I began to answer this, but a low bitter laugh from my mate stopped me almost instantly,
Layla’s POVIt was a wild dance of tongue and teeth, a passionate exchange mirroring my inner turmoil as I stood on my toes, threading my fingers through Hector’s hair and holding him close.A part of me felt like I was caught in a fever dream, but the emotions were raging through me; the feel of my
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