“Now it’s your turn, Little Wolf.”Instantly, I felt the thoughts recede as I tilted my chin up to get a good look at him.“My turn?” I repeated dumbly.Hector nodded. “Tonight, with Malcolm. I got the sense that he told you something; decided I’d ask when we were alone. Is anything going on?”Oh,
Layla’s POVIt took approximately a day and a half for Malcolm to declare that the problem with my abilities was not something that could necessarily be ‘healed’ out of me. This had come after hours of sitting in the same position, not allowed to move even a single muscle as some of the best healer
He continued.“There are some basic shielding techniques I can teach you to keep yourself protected—keep your memories safe from her, give you a heads up to know if she is trying to control you.”Upon hearing this, my reservations stalled, and seeing this, my grandfather continued on, as if he alrea
My throat immediately went dry, but somehow I managed to ignore it, keeping my response short and straight to the point. I was on edge, and I didn’t want to ramble and lose concentration on the mental ‘wards’ Malcolm had walked me through in case Evie slipped through my mind without me even knowing
Layla’s POVListening to Evie’s awe-filled voice and thinking of what she could’ve stumbled on while rummaging through my head to make her sound that way; it immediately put me on the defensive.I grimaced.Considering how on edge I already happened to be, this was not a good thing, and I reacted in
She went on to explain that my mother had created it to be a part of me as much as my powers. It had grown with me and would continue to do so for the rest of my life.I could feel her eyes boring into me when she finished, but I didn’t care as my chest caved in, my spine curving forward as I braced
Layla’s POVIt wasn’t even the fact that each session with Evie left me feeling drained and useless after we finished that happened to be the biggest problem. No. That would’ve been too easy—and when had I ever been lucky enough for that to happen?The biggest problem was that even after a week and
My neck grew warm at the attention, but I said nothing, pretending still like all of my focus was turned on the outfit in my hands rather than the man behind me. Eventually, Hector broke the silence.“Going somewhere?” he asked softly.The sound of his already deep voice turned husky from sleep warm
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