Hi everyone, I apologize for last week’s erratic updates, especially in light of the fact that I had promised an update schedule and failed to deliver. If you have me on socials or read the comment in the last chapter, you’ll know that I had something very valuable of mine get stolen from me on Wednesday (when the last chapter was posted.) Since then, it’s been a thing of commuting from school to stations to sort it out with law enforcement. The last week drained me in every sense, honestly: hours and hours spent chasing false leads, giving statements, sitting through interrogations. I couldn’t focus on writing, on school. My entire life was basically on hold, but it’s all finally coming to a head now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because there’s more coming. Mathieu.
Layla’s POVAs it turned out, the quick tour through the Blue Moon Pack that Palmer gave me turned out to be invaluable. Save a couple of wrong turns, I was able to make my way from the Pack infirmary to the cafeteria in record time. Once I arrived, I grabbed a tray off the tray stack and began to
Eventually, he let out a sigh, and when I turned to stare at him I saw that he had a look of contemplation on his features, like he was trying to decide whether or not he would tell me something.Throughout our interaction, it had been clear that Hector was battling sleep, and he must’ve decided aga
Layla’s POVDespite my initial musings about the sharp turn my life was about to take, things continued on as normal… though perhaps this was a stretch. Let me rephrase: Things were as normal as they would ever be, considering the fact that Hector had beat the living daylights out of the Blue Moon
It wasn’t any fault of hers though, but mine entirely. As a flush crept up my features I slowly stumbled through an awkward apology. By the time I finished, her perked up expression was back in place, and without waiting to see what my reaction would be she reached across the gap between us and too
“Damn, he’s that good, huh?” I shook my head, and her eyes widened in alarm.“THAT BAD?!?!”“N–No!” I protested sharply, cringing at how quickly my voice rose by an octave.Hector had been so caught up in his conversation with Michael that very little registered, but as soon as he heard me speak he
Layla’s POVHector arched a brow at me after speaking, and as usual, everything that followed (including the expression on his face) felt like a silent challenge that I was compelled to rise up to. I had my misgivings, but letting him in on the fact that the thought of going on a run with him fille
It was meant to be a joke told to take my mind off how eerily silent the whole place was, but when Hector nodded without missing a beat, I felt the screws holding my jaw together turn slightly loose.“I did,” he continued with a serious expression, but after a few beats it slowly eased as a corner o
Layla’s POVThe sound of rustling fabric as Hector and I breathed, saying nothing, seemed to echo out more loudly in the space surrounding us more than it normally would’ve; and for a split second I feared that this awkwardness would carry out for the rest of our time here together.Then I heard it,
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