Hector’s POVWhen it struck me out of the blue, the headache felt like someone had lanced a spear straight through the middle of my brain, and I startled, letting out a sharp hiss of pain in response as my phone slipped out of my fingers.The loud bass of the music playing practically swallowed its
The dazed sheen in her eyes told me she was half-drunk, or at least pretending to be for some reason, and she parted her lips to say something that would no doubt fall along the lines of her usual fashion with me.I decided to cut to the chase, asking if she’d seen Layla.Palmer shook her head lazil
Hector’s POVLess than twenty minutes later I stood hunched over a monitor, going over grainy footage from the only CCTV camera positioned in the alleyway leading out the back exit.Palmer was beside me, and together we flanked the pale-skinned technician, who sat in front of the monitor, cringing e
Hector’s POVThe journey back to Greensborough was silent when Palmer finally gave up after the multiple failed attempts at trying to wheedle answers out of me on what I planned to do once we got in.Taking in the strange scene we presented now—the blonde sat at a spot in the limo that was farthest
Hector’s POVThe words did not immediately register, but as soon as they did I felt myself freeze as my mind immediately went to the grainy loop of an older woman walking into frame and lowering her head to kiss Jasper.She had positioned herself in a way that made it practically impossible to tell
Hector’s POVInitially I thought that I misheard Michael, and I continued to stare at the older man, who never glanced away, meeting my gaze with a levelled look of his own that made the hairs at the nape of my neck prickle as the futility of that hope evaporated slowly. No, I wasn’t going to be th
But hearing Michael say it, a man more prone to understatement than exaggeration… by the Moon Goddess. It left me cold. Eventually, I recovered enough to the question that now loomed over both of us.“If what you say is true, then why haven’t I ever heard of them?”He didn’t miss a beat. “Because
Hector’s POV“I grew up knowing of the Crimson Shadow Pack,” Michael confessed. I watched his gaze go soft and unfocused as he was mentally transported back to that time.“This was not because they weren’t reclusive back then, because they were. Back then, when people knew of them, they hardly made
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