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
Layla’s POV“I could’ve taken care of myself, you know—”Tears pricked my vision, and a sharp hiss escaped me, cutting the rest of my words off as the healer (a portly old she wolf, who’d styled her silver hair in a severe bun) adjusted my head to get a better view of the last of my injuries.Her na
The middle aged woman had been silent throughout, but as the sound of running water from the tap filled the room my anger eased as I got the sense that she wanted to say something.But she didn’t. Not immediately, at least, as she turned the tap off, before reaching for a few paper towels to dry her
Layla’s POVAlmost instantly, I stopped struggling, and in the space of time that followed I could hear him breathing at the other end of the door.“I’m sure of it,” he repeated himself after another moment had passed, perhaps sensing my hesitation.Like his mother, I realised, the older Fairley son
When I didn’t answer he gave a low chuckle, taking that as all the answer he would need.Kane went on to tell me that while it would be a lie to say that his mother hadn’t coveted Malcolm’s leadership position for his little brother Silas, everyone knew that Silas wouldn’t be the best fit.He was mu
I nodded, already seeing the face of my mother—a face I looked so similar to. It set an ache in my heart that I did not want to address.“Good. Now, try to hold onto a strong memory of her. Do you have one?”I didn’t have to think too long before stumbling on one. It was the day she got me the butte
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