Hector’s POVXavier and I were silent as he followed after the cab, keeping a healthy distance between us and them so they wouldn’t know that they were being followed.This wasn’t a hard thing to do, especially in the busy streets of New York, but he kept at it anyway, and as we followed I felt the
The cloud of alcohol around him was thick, cloying almost, and as soon as it hit me I felt an indescribable rage flow through me.My mate was being tortured by his leader on the grounds of some ill-founded experiment; meanwhile, the snivelling, pathetic human in front of me was out having the time o
Eventually, Xavier turned to face me. He spoke as though Nathan were not in the room with us.“He fears Madeline more than he fears us,” the young Alpha-to-be observed, “That is a problem we’ll need to take care of.”I interpreted that as being an invitation to step in, and had even taken a step for
Layla’s POVI was a bloody mess—Madeline and her goons had seen to that, at least.This was a fleeting thought, one I was only able to entertain in one of the rare respites that followed as I listened to the leader of the surgeons debate on what course of action to take next with me. His orderlies
This seemed to throw him off a loop, because he blinked, and his steps stalled somewhat for a split second before he resumed walking until he took his place beside Madeline.He was taller than her by at least an entire foot, but this barely seemed to register on the older woman who snaked her arms a
“You should hope not,” I muttered through my heavy breathing. “Because if I make it out of here, I swear that you’ll be just as dead as your rogue-mad disappointment of a sister, who I killed when—”The rest of my words ended in a sharp scream as Jasper raised the plier high above his head before se
Layla’s POVNo one raised an alarm. In fact, in the first few moments after stepping into the room and leaving the door wide open behind him, I was the only one to note the old man’s entry, and I ignored Madeline, squinting over her shoulder so I would get a good look at the new visitor. He’d ente
His movements commanded all of our attention as he squatted to take the pulse of one man first, then the other before looking back to announce:“They’re dead.”The temperature in the room seemed to drop at this solemn announcement, and after a moment the man straightened, getting up to his feet. Wi
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