Inside me, Lea was on high alert still—but the worst had passed and I could think straight. Sensing this, Malcolm looked away from me at the guard, who was wincing as the voice at the other end barked something at him.I didn’t understand the language, but I could identify a dressing-down when I hea
Layla’s POVIn silence, we left the parking garage, trudging up the lined gravel pathway to the massive Fraser Pharma building that loomed in front of us. It had a series of shiny corrugated metal roofs that lent the entire structure a menacing air, and the closer we got to it, the tighter my hands
It would only be for a moment, I rationalised as my hold slipped, and then I was flooded by a wave of adrenaline so sharp it made me stumble. Blindly, I reached for the wall and braced myself, and then with a start I realised that I wasn’t blind at all.I could see to a certain extent at least, make
Layla’s POVThe words were immediately enough to jumpstart me out of my shock. I flew forward towards the pod, and immediately started to run my fingers down its edges in the hopes that I would find something—a button, a lever—that would make the lid pop open.“We could just break it, you know,” I m
The questions poured out one after the other, but I could already feel her body start to vibrate with agitation and knew it would only be a matter of moments before we had a full-on meltdown on our hands.“Who–Who are you?” she asked in a voice that was low, breathy and scratchy from disuse. I could
I shut my eyes before the harsh glare blinded me, and for a few moments my body worked tirelessly to return my pupils to a state in which they could function. My grandfather too did the same, and after those few seconds, the two of us started to move in tandem.Going down the same way would be a dea
Layla’s POVMind Workers? I thought, finding it hard to wrap my head around the concept of human (and more importantly, Hunter) Mind Workers. But the truth of my grandfather’s words landed with a dull thud at the pit of my stomach as I lined up the facts in front of me. The both of them moved with
Layla’s POVI could feel my frown deepen as soon as we locked eyes.The old man was smiling, and as soon as this sight registered I felt something in me burn hotter than my fear. It was anger.Could he not see the situation we were in, and how dire things looked right now?I wanted to hurl the words
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