But there weren’t.“You’re… an… a–abomination,” Reno croaked, rubbing at her throat, and Malcolm sighed.She continued. “You and your kind—your daughter, your granddaughter, all of you… FREAKS! You’re blights! Stains on the werewolf species that should never have happened in the first place—!”“Mar
Hector’s POVIt all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye—the shrieking cacophony of the machines that enveloped the entire room, threatening to drown out Reno’s screams as she rushed to Lu, whose convulsions only grew in violence. The youngest Fabrini thrashed around in the bed, and her eyes whi
“Don’t make me choose between my daughter and granddaughter, Hector.”He could kill me if he wanted, or do some serious damage to me, but I found that I didn’t care at that moment and I snarled.“FUCK... YOU.”For a split-second I saw something like a pain flash behind Malcolm’s irises, but it was g
Layla’s POVThe scene that greeted me at the doorway had reminded me of a mad house, and now, as I ran to my mate while the sound of my grandfather’s moans floated around the room, intermingling with Reno’s soft sobs and a now eerily silent Lu—I realised that it all felt worse somehow.But there was
“In moments like this, you remind me of Elaine,” he murmured finally, and my mother’s name was like a spell because almost simultaneously, we all turned at the same time to look at Reno, whose shoulders shook with silent tears as she watched the Pack doctor’s work.“Is she going to be okay?” she ask
Layla’s POV“Growing up together with Lu meant that I lived with a sister—no, an enemy would be more appropriate—who’d made it their mission in life to see that I was miserable at any given moment. “She isolated me from our peers, made sure that I had no one to rely on. If that was where the abuse
It sounded vaguely familiar, and I looked away from Reno in time to catch the look that passed between my mate and grandfather. “Who is Julius Fraser?” I asked, and for a long moment it looked like no one would answer me. But then Hector sighed. “Julius Fraser, the CEO of Fraser Inc.”Immediately
Layla’s POVI left the room in a daze with an open pit in my stomach as Reno’s words replayed themselves in my head, over and over again. There didn’t seem to be an end in sight, and as I mulled over her suspicions, Hector and Malcolm (who’d exited the room before me) conversed in tense tones. “…
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