Layla’s POVSeveral hours and orgasms later, Hector and I lay on his sweaty, rumpled sheets together. Our limbs were so entwined it felt almost impossible to tell his from mine, and as I panted in exertion, thoroughly spent, I revelled in the fact that I felt much lighter now. I was dazed, calm, an
Layla’s POVMy brain lagged over the words, not immediately comprehending Hector’s meaning until a jolt of awareness flashed through me and I understood him perfectly.He was talking about THE mating ceremony—the kind I once upon a time planned to have with Alex Rockmountain, which would legitimise
Layla’s POVAs I quickly learned, agreeing to the Bonding ceremony with Hector was much more than I anticipated it would be.For starters, he was an Alpha and that meant there would be no small and intimate ceremony for us, despite the fact that I would’ve preferred that by far. This meant that the
Swallowing down the complicated emotions, I obliged him, and soon as I stepped into the house it was like a wave of nostalgia hit me.Immediately, I felt the seal in my mind… perk up. There was no other way to describe the sense of alertness that seemed to roll off it. I was repulsed at how it seem
Layla’s POVI had made this journey several times before, and yet as I climbed up the stairs on the way to my bedroom, I couldn’t fight against the feeling of nostalgia that spread through me, flowing until even my fingertips tingled with warmth.So much had happened in this house—and in this bedroo
It was the first time we were meeting since my return, and as I seized her up I realised that her hair was dishevelled. Like she could read my mind, Lu immediately started to pat down her errant locks—but the damage was already done.Now, I knew that she had heard I was here and scrammed over as soo
Layla’s POVAt first I didn’t even realise that I was in the middle of a memory. That was how immersed in it I was; how vivid everything felt: The colours and sensations, the feeling of my legs hovering in the air as I played around with my food on the Formica tabletop.It was as if the act of seali
In fact, and as the memory unfurled in front of me, I tried to remind myself that everything had already happened. It was only news to ME, and as I convinced myself of this, I got so deep in my head that I didn’t notice the change as it fell over my mother until it was too late. My six-year-old he
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