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
Our eyes met, and she gave me a small nod of acknowledgement that I returned.Then she spoke.“Come to get your hands dirty today, pretty boy?”The question caught me off guard, and I was left feeling even more so once it registered that she was referring to Hector, who gave a noncommittal shrug as
Layla’s POVI expected the fight to begin immediately, with Conan charging after Hector or vice versa, but that didn’t happen. In fact, neither man moved from their starting position as they stood considering each other, and this only made me more nervous.Hector was an Alpha in his own right, and
Conan’s body was a killing machine honed to perfection, and even when Hector hit him he seemed to barely feel it. It was like hitting a rock—a biologically enhanced rock—who would draw the fight out for as long as he needed to.“TAP OUT!” a woman beside me screamed suddenly, cupping her hands around
Layla’s POVHearing her call me up shouldn’t have made my stomach twist in on itself, filling up with dread, but it did—and this wasn’t a simple case of nerves either.I mean, I HAD come here to fight; switch things up as my visits to Evie’s had made me feel like I was going completely crazy. I had
But I continued to approach, and when I got close enough I threw a series of punches that he only clumsily fended off until my knuckles caught him under his chin, sending him crumpling to the ground with a muffled scream.I froze with my arm still raised in a punch that I never got to deliver, frown
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