‘Marked by the Alpha.’ I bet you didn’t see that coming! ;) xx Mat
Layla’s POV First I felt a hot flash of pain as Hector’s sharp teeth broke through skin when he bit, and I winced, fighting down the urge to pull away from him that instinctively came over me. If this temporary discomfort was what it took then I would face it head on, I resolved, steeling my nerve
Layla’s POV I was told later that I had slept for little over a week following the whole fiasco of reviving Hector, getting marked, and losing consciousness; some much deserved rest in my opinion, though to hear the Pack doctors and my friends speak of it, Hector had been insufferable to be around
His smell, the solid feel of him… hell his skin, ruddy and alive… seeing all of these things come together when he had been so close to death’s door… Well, I didn’t know when I started to cry, but before I knew it my face was wet and as I sniffled Hector pulled me closer to himself, petting my hai
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
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
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
“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
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