Layla’s POVLed by my mate, our procession made the slow, winding journey to his office, and beyond the sounds our feet made trudging over the grassy plains with the wind blowing, everything else was eerily quiet. While this only heightened the tension we were all feeling, I saw it as a necessary e
The bond between us, riddled with such pure hate on her, was practically nonexistent, so the question of communicating through the mindlink was nonexistent. If I were officially Luna, after getting Marked, then maybe it would’ve been possible. But I wasn’t.Still, the sentiment must’ve resonated i
Layla’s POV“Springfield, Oregon,” Marcia said in a voice so low, one might have termed it a whisper if the words didn’t carry to all of us in the room.But then, the hush that’d fallen over the space was no joke, and as Marcia continued to fill us in on what she’d found out about Gina, it remained.
I didn’t envy them; the first time, from my experience, had resulted in an infuriating, almost painful sensation at the back of my skull that lasted for close to three days.Kane had explained that it was a side effect of forging his mind to mine with no prior connection, and when I baulked he smile
Hector’s POVCarlos’s funeral was a sombre affair, and as Delphine’s clear, high voice broke into the traditional mourning dirge; I felt a pressure begin to build-up at the back of my eyeballs.I blinked several times until it eased, and beside me Layla gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. It had bee
We scheduled a video call, and now, seated at my desk preparing to call her, I felt like I would puke up the little food Layla had managed to make me force down at any moment.Gina accepted on the first ring, and as her familiar face filled up my laptop’s screen, my heart gave a violent twist as her
Hector’s POVThe name had scarcely dropped from her lips when I started to shake my head, and on the screen, I saw my face scrunch up in displeasure at the suggestion. Harsh, perhaps, but that was how it always became as soon as once stumbled into their fated mate.“Who are they, then?” Gina asked.
She spat the last part out, and tears gathered in her eyes once more, but this time she didn’t bother to wipe them off. Instead, she finished:“Keep a close eye on the High Priestess, Hector. Because my guess is that if she hadn’t already been coming for your mate which—knowing Delphine—is highly un
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