LOGINDear 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
I held firm, but as my gaze locked on Carlos’s I could tell that this was one of the reasons that he had been so anxious. Wolfsbane was dangerous to our species, and so the fact that it was used now told us that it couldn’t have been the rogues behind this intrusion. So then... hunters?My skin pr
It was because of that feeling that I confided in him about my bond with Hector, and now here I lay in a strange Pack, in a strange city that I had only ever seen in movies.Not a single person in the entire world knew where I was, and going off the burning sensations in my lungs (which were already
Layla’s POVThe sound of his polished monk straps on marble echoed through the wide, luxurious hallways as he disappeared, and as I watched him disappear I felt a memory begin to niggle at the edge of my mind.It wasn’t a memory per se, just the impression of one; but before it had even fully formed
Veins traced the undersides of the eye bags that were forming beneath my eyes.Three days, I thought. Three days.Michael’s face lit up the screen before I could take my musings much further, and as soon as I saw his expression I felt my skin prickle with awareness.“Good morning Hector,” he started







