“Because I intend to show you that there is more to this Pack; that it’s not just super powered abilities, and–and the fighting. I brought you here to show you that we are also capable of beauty, and life too… a life that could be yours if you only so much as—”Malcolm broke off suddenly, and in the
Layla’s POVAlmost reflexively, my lips parted with a response ready at the tip of my tongue, but then I stopped to consider his question and realised that he had said something entirely different from what I expected.The words left me dumbstruck, and in the stretch of silence that followed between
“BUT WHY ME?!” I cried out suddenly, cutting him off mid-sentence. I hadn’t meant to. It had just bubbled out.A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes. “I already answered that.” “Yes, you did,” I admitted with a defiant nod. “But I don’t think preserving the ‘Holloway legacy’ is your only reason,
Layla’s POVLowell was right—there was a minivan waiting at the ready when I walked back into the main Crimson Shadow courtyard, trailing after my grandfather. Hector stood waiting in front of it, Xavier too. The look of relief on my mate’s face as he saw me reemerge betrayed the fact that he had f
The feeling of Hector’s grip tightening around my fingers drew me out of my thoughts slowly, and as I turned to face my mate I didn’t expect the next words he uttered.“It’s your choice at the end of the day, but I think having him with us would be a good idea,” he muttered.I blinked, and something
Layla’s POVI never really stood a chance against Evie’s compulsion, and the last thing I had of the Crimson Shadow Pack before darkness swept me off was the thought that, actually, I didn’t regret the way my first meeting with Evangeline turned out. I would gladly have a redo, I thought to myself
“I looked into each and every one of those dead men’s faces praying I wouldn’t come across yours,” he admitted finally in a whisper.No other words needed to be spoken, as what he had already said conveyed the maelstrom of emotions the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack had been through over the past coupl
Layla’s POVAll eyes swivelled to my mate, and even though I was not the centre of attention, just by standing beside him alone I struggled against the urge to squirm under all of the scrutiny.But Hector didn’t seem to notice it. If he did he wasn’t bothered, because he continued smoothly, turning
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