None of them had lowered their gazes or shown any other deference to his rank as their King. They were openly challenging him.He’d suffered from his guilt for weeks. Slaughtering the people who killed his pack members hadn’t been enough; he should have tried to make amends. But their whispers about him and Layla had held him back. And his guilt was holding him back now. Though Cain was still on alert, even he recognised a wounded animal and the need to grieve. The woman who demanded he give Layla to them was projecting as much pain as most of them. Zach had used their vulnerabilities to get them on his side, like the asshole he was. His declaration didn’t scare him as much as the emotions his pack members were projecting. The amount of pain they were in was enough to tip them over into doing anything to make it go away. “You’ll never be Alpha, Zach. You’re too much of a coward and dick to fit into that role. There’s a Beta and a Gamma, and all the pack warriors who would do the j
Blood. There was blood.Jackson froze, unable to fathom that such a horrible thing was happening. All the noise around him faded to the background as he tried to concentrate on the little heartbeat. Still there. But was it fainter?He sucked in a breath and tried to concentrate. Everything in him went numb. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t think.Someone grabbed Layla’s arm from the side. Cain reared forward, his whole body filling with rage as a growl left his lips. The sound was low and guttural, a warning that promised death if anyone defied him. Immediately they all fell back as the tables turned. They hadn’t had any power over him from the beginning.“Stop! For fuck’s sake, stop! Have you lost your damn minds?”Dylan’s voice pulled him from the horror going through his mind as he focused on the little heartbeat hiding behind Layla’s. His Beta appeared beside his mate and then Micah on her other side. The scent of their blood mixed with his and Layla’s. Both men were bloo
Layla wiped the steam off the mirror to look at her face. It was rounder than usual, but that was expected with pregnancy, she supposed.It was also to be expected that she wasn’t allowed out of bed.She rolled her eyes just before the knock came on the bathroom door. Wasn’t she allowed to soak in the tub in peace? She wrapped a towel around her hair and then grabbed another to dry her body. She stopped at her slightly rounded stomach and put her hand over it. As she did every morning, she silently begged for forgiveness from her unborn child. And like every morning, she wasn’t sure what she was apologising for. From all the whispers she heard around the pack, she knew this child was causing waves. The future king or queen. Jackson’s heir. But she still couldn’t wholly reconcile with the fact that they expected her just to leave her baby. The knock came again, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Layla? Are you ready?”She sighed and wrapped the towel around herself.“Yes.”The door o
Jackson stopped at the start of one of the trails into the woods and clenched his fists. Why the fuck was he even bothering? It had been just over a month since a mob had set on her daughter, and that fucking woman hadn’t even bothered to make an appearance. He ran through the woods every morning with the same result. What kind of mother did that? Why did she show up at all if she wasn’t there to help?Layla needed to know who she was. He needed to know. She’d picked up the things he had taught her so quickly as if it had been her nature all along, and she was getting stronger. Every morning, when she was asleep and not guarding her mind, he sensed the presence of something greater within her. How would he teach her to hide it if he didn't know what it was? Her mother was still in his woods, hiding under their noses. Couldn't she teach her how to do the same? Without that, Layla would get caught before his body was cold.He growled and turned away from the trail to head for the gate
Jackson took another moment to regain his strength before he started walking home. Blood oaths required powerful magic; they tended to take a lot out of the people who did them. It had taken too long to convince Chase that it was the right thing to do, and in doing so, he may have said too much. Chase probably thought he’d gone mad, but there had also been a small amount of pity in the air. At least it was done now. Layla and his child would have someone else protecting them besides Dylan, Diedre and Micah. But he’d been out too long. His anxiety had been a bitch lately, especially with him waiting for the doom he was sure was coming. He didn’t like being away from Layla. It took him longer than he wanted to walk back to his territory. He’d never done a blood oath with anyone before, so he hadn’t expected it to knock Cain off his feet and make him feel weak. He was about to walk out of the forest when he caught a weak scent in the breeze. He tensed and sniffed the air. With Cain o
Layla held the silver chain with both hands and then looked up at Jackson. Jax, as Dylan kept calling him. It felt weird on her tongue because calling him by that name suggested they were closer than they were. “Nothing? No tingles?” Jax asked. “Nothing.”Jax’s body relaxed as if he had been expecting the worst. “This is one of the ways the Hunters like to torture us,” he explained as he took the chain from her with his bare hands. She frowned at his words as she watched him place the chain back in the box he had brought up to the bedroom after her breakfast. “How?”“Silver poisons us. They use it as a test when they suspect someone is a werewolf,” Jackson answered. “It’s debilitating. It burns and goes into our systems. If we’re exposed to it for too long, it poisons our whole system, and our organs shut down. It’s a terrible way to die.”Jackson said it casually, as if he were explaining how to bake a cake. She had to keep reminding herself that this was real; this was the life
He hadn’t heard or sensed her coming up.He’d felt the bond pulling him back to Layla, but he hadn’t heard her. He’d only realised she was there when Rebecca looked around him. For the first time since she had known about her hiding in his woods, all of Rebecca’s emotions smashed through whatever mask she kept them hidden behind. He turned back and saw Layla leaning against the house. And then the blast of emotions he sensed from her surpassed her mother’s. Shock. Anger.Betrayal.He sucked in a breath and stepped towards her, but her eyes began to flicker. Even from a distance, he saw her fist clench at her side before she pushed away from the wall and threw him a scathing glare.And somehow, he felt like he was the one in trouble. He turned back to Rebecca and found her already walking back into the woods.“Are you fucking serious right now?” he growled. “I’ve already messed up,” Rebecca muttered without turning back. He jogged after her, knowing her penchant for disappearing.
Layla was still in a daze a few days later. Jackson had been walking with her every afternoon since she had seen him with her mother, but she was constantly losing herself in her thoughts. She couldn’t appreciate being outside.Her mother had been there all along.Her mother was the red wolf that everyone had told her was imaginary.And she was going to turn into a werewolf.She looked up at Jackson, who seemed to have his attention on something else. Maybe all the chatter going on in the town that she hadn’t been able to block out because she was distracted. “What about Brit?”“Rebecca disappeared before I could ask her anything, and I haven’t found her again since. She only comes out when she wants to be seen.”Typical.“Maybe I should bring Brit here—”“She’s safer where she is.”She called and texted Britney daily, and her sister seemed to enjoy the new residence. She hadn’t mentioned her fear of her bodyguards and Jackson again, but she knew it would still be on her mind. She co