Hector’s POVMichael’s statement—spoken in that matter-of-fact, no nonsense tone of his—struck right to the heart of things, stopping me short. I flinched without meaning to.It was more of a knee jerk reaction than shock, but as we considered ourselves in the growing silence of his office, the rea
“Because, the Crimson Shadows for reasons I can only speculate on, had decided to systematically wipe out knowledge of even their existence from the surface of the earth.”I felt a chill settle through me at this response, and I shifted in my chair, frowning as he proceeded on, telling me of everyth
Hector’s POVThe words were barely spoken when I started to stand up from my seat, a hot bolt of panic flushing through me as I turned and made to start towards the door.“Where are you going?” Michael called from behind me.I could hear the sound of his chair scraping over the wood-panelled floors
“Alright, answers—I can give you that,” he conceded. “The woman that took Layla is known as Madeline. Madeline Lowell.”I felt my pulse flutter in my throat at the name, and the fact that it rang no bells didn’t stop the churning in my stomach as white hot hate coursed through me. It was an emotion
Our showdown had taken place barely almost two weeks ago, and I’d left him in a bad state. Yet here he stood in front of me, only slightly bruised up in the face, with a slight limp to his movements as evidence to show that he had almost died at my hands.In another week, tops, he was going to be a
Layla’s POVThere was no better way to put it than this: I could sense it, the danger I was in.Somehow, even before I was fully awake my brain alerted me, and from that point on, as I drew closer to consciousness, the feeling grew until I knew beyond every shadow of doubt that I was essentially fuc
Oh… I was foolish and reckless, and—An odd sensation brought my self-loathing thoughts to halt, and a split second passed before I heard my name.‘Layla.’The sound of Hector’s voice flooding into my consciousness felt surreal. For a moment, I was too shocked to respond, but this lasted only short
Unless she made a habit of kissing the people around her…She hadn’t changed, I noted as I studied her while trying to keep the fear and confusion I could feel bubbling right under the surface. I wasn’t going to give her satisfaction. I was going to be the very image of calm, in fact, I swore to mys
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