Dear readers, apologies for the irregular updates. This week, I’ve had to deal with the possible fallout of a burnout while trying to come up with potential topics for a thesis I’m supposed to work on in final year that we were asked to submit. It’s been… hard, to put it lightly, but that’s no excuse, and again I apologize. Chapter 117 should be up in the next few couple of hours, but while you wait I really hope you enjoyed this tender Layla-Hector scene as much as I enjoyed writing it and exploring the budding dynamic between them. Thank you for reading. Mathieu.
Layla’s POVJust as I predicted, the smile on Hector’s face froze as soon as my words registered, and I had to stop myself from wincing as he pulled away slowly, his entire frame tensing with each passing second.“A party,” he repeated dully, gaze intensely on me as I turned to look at him.I didn’t
After a moment’s consideration, Palmer let out a smaller sigh before turning and starting to head in the opposite direction. She’d said what she needed to, and as I watched her retreating form, I felt a sense of urgency blaze through me.That night had had far-reaching consequences on me, but I coul
It was a backless sequin body con mini dress that showed off so much skin that I might’ve as well slipped on my towel and called it a day. I had never worn anything so revealing before, and as Hector’s eyes raked me, a frown forming at the edges of his lips, I felt a creeping insecurity start to se
Layla’s POVA meaningful look passed between Hector and I as the knocking turned insistent when neither of us moved to answer. Then, with no warning whatsoever there was a pause.“Layla Fabrini.” I winced at the sound of my name, the exaggerated way Palmer drew out each syllable. “It’s time,” she ad
There was a brief pause as Palmer looked away from him to me, her gaze turning momentarily lascivious as they roamed me in a move that no doubt irritated my mate.She cleared her throat, her look turning hopeful as she stared at the both of us.“So…” she began with a sniff, “a throuple?”“No,” we bo
Layla’s POVIn a lot of ways, tonight reminded me of the first and last party I’d ever gone to at my Pack: The hot stuffy air and the moving swell of bodies on the ground floor, gyrating to the music blaring out of the bass speakers. If I closed my eyes I may have even been able to convince myself
I’d been correct—I felt ridiculous and probably looked worse off—but at that moment, dancing felt right… and so good too.By the time the next Top 40 song rolled around, I was (in my humble opinion, at least) tearing it up on the dance floor as I made a fool of myself with Palmer (who’d given up her
Layla’s POVWith a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach, I watched the man remain in the same position he had fallen in, and as the seconds ticked by with no changes I started to fear that I had just killed him.This was bad. No, not even that. Bad was an understatement, because if he died it wo