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
Layla’s POVTwo words, not even shouted, and yet the menace that seeped out of them made a shiver go through me. The human felt it too because he tensed, and in the next moment the acrid sting of fear burnt my nostrils over the sweat, cologne and alcohol. It was his, and as he shook his head the te
“Of course, Little Wolf.”“Wait here,” I ordered, tamping down the urge to steal another kiss from him as I turned.In answer to this, he smacked my butt playfully, and after shooting a death glare at him over my shoulder that didn’t seem to discourage him much, I tottered off to the bathroom.As so
Layla’s POVFor a moment I didn’t know what to do, and I stood rooted to my spot at the entrance of the bathroom, half-shielded from sight while I witnessed Jasper try to scramble up to his feet.He was almost successful (the operative word here being ‘almost’) and as he leveraged himself up with hi
I ignored the burning sensations that flooded my calves with each step. By the Goddess, I was going to be crippled if I didn’t get them off soon.The men tensed, their frames turning rigid until they turned to see me. I couldn’t imagine what I must’ve looked like in that moment, a shivering human gi
Layla’s POVMy taunting had the desired effect, because predictably, while I was still undoing my straps, the men let out cries of outrage and started to charge in my direction.There were five of them in total, and with their leader down that left four, with one staying back to hold Jasper while hi
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