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
When Jackson sensed the danger approaching, he assumed the Circle had finally come to get their revenge. But when he shifted, he sensed the more ominous scent of death. This was the witch’s doing. Had she come to fight him herself this time? The magic felt a lot stronger than it usually was.He was already at the main gates when the warriors on lookout duty sent the alert of intruders approaching. Plural. More than one. And yet all he could sense was the dark magic as a large, single entity. The guard opened the gate for him and then closed it while his warriors started to assemble and prepare for the attack. He didn’t want to waste any time. If they breached his boundaries, he would lose more people. He would fail his pack again; he couldn’t allow that to happen. But the scent of death was around his whole territory. They had somehow surrounded them, and he hadn’t noticed.What the fuck was going on?‘Stay inside and defend the boundaries. Concentrate on the areas that were easi
Layla rushed into the house and saw Dylan speaking to Micah in the lobby. They both turned to smile at her when she closed the door. She didn’t understand. Jackson had rushed off because there was something out there coming for him or the pack. Could they not feel that change in the air? Had Jackson just run off like a lunatic to fight by himself?The smile died off Dylan’s face as he came forward.“What happened? Why are you so scared?”“Jackson... He told me to take the ladies to our bedroom and lock the door.”The tension rose as both men looked at each other and rushed to open the door. There was silence in the air but she knew they were communicating. Did Jackson have some sort of death wish? He’d let his pack brutally hit him without defending himself. He’d killed a man who’d come to do his job. And now he was off defending the pack by himself. Was this still about the guilt she felt consuming him every day? This wasn’t how to make amends! What good would he do for the pack if
She would have thought Jackson was dead if it wasn’t for the fact that she could still hear his heart beating. Layla was shaking like a leaf as she got out of the car at the packhouse gates and watched the men who were carefully lifting Jackson out. Since the people who were not fit to fight had filled the packhouse grounds, they couldn’t drive up to the house. She felt like they were wasting time but knew there was nothing they would do for him anyway. The bite on his thigh looked worse than the last one and already looked infected. And after Jackson’s revelation that it was because of dark magic, she knew this could go bad very quickly.“Layla, stay back a little,” Dylan whispered. “We’ll drive through when they make way.”“No.”She knew why he was saying that. While only the guards had seen her at the gates, the whole town would know she had been involved in the fighting by just one look at her. But she couldn’t bear to be separated from Jackson again.She took his hand as the cr
The morning sun was streaming into his room when Jackson opened his eyes. He hadn’t thought he would. The dark magic had spread through him so quickly that when he had closed his eyes, he’d been sure it would be for the last time.He turned his head towards the bundle of heat nestled against him and met her gaze. He felt her relief like the weight had lifted off his shoulders. But there was nothing to feel relieved about. What happened only proved that she wasn’t safe with him. He could have died.Layla would have been left alone to deal with all this shit, even with Dylan, Micah and Chase watching over her. The witch had become bolder. Maybe she had just been toying with him because she seemed stronger. Layla bit her bottom lip as if trying to hold all her emotions in. He could sense each one, and it felt like a judgement. Her feelings made him feel like the biggest failure to walk the earth. An Alpha King who couldn't protect his mate and child. An alpha who couldn’t mark his ma
Layla walked slowly down the stairs, keeping her ears open to hear what was happening. She still felt something pulling her back to Jackson but forced herself to continue. Admitting what she had done would need a little fortification first. The house was quieter than she had expected. Instead of wails like last time, there were only soft, whispered words. Instead of the pain and grief, there was a sense of calm and peace.That meant no one had died. She hadn’t caused any more deaths.Hope flared up inside her but she squashed it down. She didn’t want to tempt fate. Maybe they hadn’t been on the brink of death as she had suspected. Even Jackson had woken up after a day and not weeks like the last time. Still, relief and hope mixed inside her as she stopped at the last step. There was a lot of activity outside. She’d heard them setting up the tents again, but their mood was more relaxed this time. The front door opened, and a few women walked in carrying empty trays and baskets. On
Layla’s quiet laugh drifted through the open window. Jackson gripped the bedding to stop himself from getting out of bed.She’d been out there for hours. She’d been ignoring him for hours.“Shall I change the bedding again, Alpha?”He pulled his attention away from Layla to look at Faith, who had dutifully changed his bedding and near enough force-fed him while ignoring his request for her to bring Layla back to the bedroom. “What?”“You’ve ripped the bedding. Shall I change it?”He looked down at his fingers and the slightly extended claws that had gone through the silk. Cain was still asleep, so he had no idea how that happened.“No. Just get Layla,” he growled.Faith didn’t even flinch. For an Omega, she was being a real pain. And she wasn’t even hiding her amusement. He’d just accepted that his days with Layla were numbered, but the little empath—the only other person in the whole pack who could feel his gut-wrenching emotions—wasn’t feeling sorry for him. Faith was just like he
Layla had just helped him out of his boxers when Cain started to unfurl and wake up. Every part of him started to rejuvenate along with him as his beast’s strength coursed through his veins. It felt like a shot of adrenaline going straight through his already overactive heart. Layla was naked in front of him for the first time in a long time, and he felt like a kid at Christmas. His gaze wandered greedily over every inch of her until it stopped at her stomach. He’d seen her bump through her clothes, but seeing her naked brought a sense of pride that he couldn’t hide. She was carrying the future of his pack within her. She was carrying a part of him. Their paths had been destined to cross for a reason because he couldn’t imagine anyone else better suited for that role. He could admit that now, despite their rocky start. In only a few months, Layla had shown him what real strength looked like. She’d been scared shitless but still jumped in front of him and Dylan to protect them. She’
Jackson grinned when Dylan rolled his eyes at him as Hope led him by the finger to the tea party she had set up in the garden. “Enjoy your party,” he called to them before he turned and walked toward the packhouse. The trainees had the day off today, but he was pleased that most of them took their training seriously and were sparring in the fields. All the kids had to grow up quickly after the last war. In a few days, they would all hold a memorial honouring all the people they had lost. Gavin walked up to him before he reached the door. “Everything is all set, Alpha,” he said. Gavin was the most prominent reminder of what the war had cost him. He’d had to fill Micah’s big shoes. Though it wasn’t his fault, his heart cracked whenever he saw Micah’s replacement as the Gamma. “Thank you. We’ll be ready in time,” he said with a nod. The packhouse was spotless as usual, awaiting all the guests he had invited. As he walked toward the stairs, Faith’s mother walked in, a huge sm
Layla clutched her heart and fell to her knees. Hope started to cry behind her, as if her poor child could sense her pain, too. Faith tried to soothe her, but there was too much fear in the air, too much pain. “Jackson is hurt,” she whispered, looking at her mother. She had held out long enough. The house was full of all the vulnerable people in the pack, and their fear and anxiety weighed down on her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Rebecca walked over to Faith and took Hope from her. And her little girl instantly quietened in her grandmother’s arms. Rebecca met her gaze and nodded. “I will look after Hope. And I will protect everyone in this house,” Rebecca said, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her mother knew what she had to do. She couldn’t leave Jackson to fight alone, but if anything happened to one of them, it would happen to the other. “Can I trust you, Mum?” she whispered. She hadn’t called her mum since the day she had abandoned them. “Always,” Rebecca whis
The dark clouds completely covered the sun. Jax stood at his lookout rock and looked over the forest. Even the witch was closing in from that direction when it was supposed to be their safest. He could sense her magic filling up in it even though he couldn’t sense any individual wolves. It was like when she’d sent the rogues who had hidden in the shadows right under their noses. His warriors wouldn’t sense them until it was too late. ‘The women and children are in the packhouse,’ Dylan said in the mind link. He didn’t know if that would make a difference. The strength he could sense in the magic around him was something he had never experienced from the witch before. He could feel it in the clouds above him, in the air they were all breathing. He could feel it rippling over his skin, yet they had not reached their boundary. Cain was silent in his head, already in hunting mode. But he couldn’t hunt everywhere at once. They were surrounded by armies bigger than any that had ever
The air was knocked out of her lungs as Layla landed in a heap in the field. Everything hurt. Jackson had been pounding into her for hours. ‘And not in a good way. How the hell are you getting worse at this instead of better?’ the voice in her head said. Since Jackson had marked her, that voice had become a more permanent feature in her head. She’d been able to shut it off before, but now it was impossible. She was constantly arguing with it and losing focus, and her ability to control her emotions was also on the fritz. Her moods were yo-yo-ing worse than when she’d been pregnant. “You’re distracted.” She lifted her head with the bit of energy she had left and looked at Jackson, who was glaring at her from the other side of their makeshift ring. “I’m tired,” she corrected. “Let’s take a break.” “We can’t, Layla,” Jackson growled. He marched across to her and helped her to her feet. “You pissed off the Circle, and I pissed off the Wicked Witch. It was fine when our sins were
Angelic singing. It drifted in and out of his ears and tried to force him from his peaceful slumber. It was beautiful but it was pissing him off. Why did anyone have to sing so much when people were trying to fucking sleep? His eyes shot open. His heart slammed in his chest. Could it be? He turned and saw the face he had fallen asleep next to because it was the last face he wanted to see before he died. Layla’s mouth was slightly open and she was snoring softly. He sat up with a jolt and listened to the singing. Those weren’t angels. That should have been his first clue. His soul had been damned long ago; there were no angels in his afterlife. “What are you doing? Come back to sleep,” Layla mumbled. It took her a few more seconds, but Layla jolted awake and her eyes widened as she looked at him. She sucked in a breath, her heart hammering to match his. Maybe he was dreaming. Perhaps he wanted this so much that he was dreaming about it just before the curse snatched his l
Jackson watched the sleeping baby in his arms and blinked back his tears. He was leaving his precious little girl in chaos. All his efforts to find the witch had failed. She’d disappeared after Amber and Miss Roberts had failed. He assumed the witch knew there was no point now. She’d already achieved her goal of making the rest of his life miserable. “I’m sorry, Hope,” he whispered. “I know you’ll become a better person than I was, even in any adversity. Do you know why? Because you also have your mother in you. You are going to be magnificent.” The more he said it, the more he would believe it. But it was hard to see any such future in a helpless three-month-old. “What the fuck was I thinking?” His chest squeezed as it had done all day. “It’s not your fault.” He looked up to see his mate in the bathroom doorway, a vision in a green, body-hugging dress. It had thin straps, so his mark was on show. For a second, he felt pride in it. But he remembered it was nothing but a death s
Jackson wasn’t too worried about Hugo’s threat. Since Diedre had started feeling better, she had been working hard to remove all the traces of dark magic around their territory. Her well of magic seemed to run deeper, even though it was not yet fully replenished. Warding the whole territory had been beyond her before Layla had healed her. But all the entry points had been fortified. Her magic wasn’t as it used to be but strong. Nobody would enter through his gates without his permission. Even if Diedre’s magic didn’t work on him and Layla, it had to work for the rest of the pack. Right? He was more worried about what the hell Layla was doing there. She should have been home with Hope and the others. Especially since he’d already warned her that the Circle was worse than any Hunter she would ever meet. Layla seemed intent on breaking all his rules. He was about to tell Hugo they had wasted their time when he sensed the rage rising in his mate. It was so dark it felt like Cain’s
Layla opened her eyes and stretched. And then she remembered what she had done. She sat up and looked at the other side of the bed. Jackson hadn’t come back, though she could sense he was close. And he was angry. Rightfully so. She lay back and pulled the covers over her naked body. Her hand went to her neck, and she felt the grooves left by his teeth. She’d assumed his bite would heal like all her other injuries. Maybe that was why they called it marking. Would everyone be able to see it? It tingled when she ran her fingers on it, and though the way she had got it made her cheeks heat up with shame, she didn’t regret it. She had known he would react like that. She would have been livid in his shoes. If he never spoke to her again, then she would understand. But she would never have forgiven himself if he died and she could have saved him. She’d had no choice. She sighed as she pushed the covers off again and slid off the bed. She started walking toward the bathroom, but her st
Everything felt different. The longer he lay on the rock, the more he sensed the differences. Everything was sharper, as if there had been a veil on his vision before. The stars were so clear he felt like he could touch them. The air was sweeter. The chirping of the birds as they woke up to get the worm... Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. And the rage in his heart eclipsed it all. He’d told her. He’d said no over and over again, even before she had known what his bite would do. And she’d gone ahead and violated his trust. Violated him. ‘She was never going to give us up without a fight,’ Cain stated. ‘Stop talking like you knew it was going to happen. This isn’t Romeo and Juliet. We don’t have to die together!’ ‘What would you have done in her shoes?’ That question cooled some of his anger. He knew what he would have done for his love. He’d have moved heaven and earth to save her. He’d have crossed any ocean, climbed any mountain. But this wasn’t about him! “I’ve killed her,”