If chapter 124 is repeated, please delete and add the book and add it back. It should sort it out. I'm so sorry, my medication has made me a bit loopy. Thank you for reading this far, I appreciate it. Please consider leaving a review so others know what you think x
Alpha Brax was already waiting at the edge of the clearing where they had set up their camp when Jackson walked up to it. Being too far from Layla was already messing with him, but he steeled himself against it despite Cain’s objections. He had to be strong enough to do what needed to be done. Brax’s gaze lowered to his leg and widened when he looked back up at him. Brax was never one to look him in the eye. Out of all the Alphas, he was the least interested in breaking the rules. “I’d heard you were already back on your feet but I didn’t really believe them,” Brax said. “It’s been a crazy few days,” he answered. Brax was an ally, but they had no interactions except the official ones. “What happened, Brax?” “To be honest, I’m still not sure. I woke up one night, and this witch was in my room. I still don’t know if she was real because she passed all my safeguards without triggering any alerts.” “She was real,” he answered as he looked over the camp. Most of the wolves were pro
He couldn’t mean it.Not after the time they had spent together.It had been different. Jackson had been different. She had been so sure he reciprocated her feelings, so she’d been on cloud nine for two days. In her mind, she'd already seen herself making a life in the packhouse with him. Filling the house with his children and happy memories.But those few words had brought her crashing down to earth quickly. She’d done her job? He no longer needed her?She hadn’t thought anything could ever hurt that much after all the shit she had gone through. But her heart had been shattered, and she felt the pain through every part of her body. How could words bring physical pain?And then there was the added pain of being separated from Jackson. It was too much.Only a few people were out of their tents when she walked out of the packhouse, so she walked past them quickly. She was in no state to talk to anyone. There was a lump stuck in her throat, and everything she was holding inside was abo
They’d been running around in circles. The witch’s scent was everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time. But he’d seen her. He’d caught a glimpse of blonde locks through the trees as she had fled. The witch used the same tactic she had used to confuse the warriors when she’d sent rogues to their territory, but this time she hadn’t left any trace of her dark magic for him to follow. He hadn’t caught her, but he’d sensed her emotions. He’d sensed her intent. Her hatred of him felt like it had taken a life of its own, and that was terrifying. All that anger was being used to make sure he suffered before he died, and for the first time in his life, he had someone his enemies could use to make that happen. There had been no other clue at the settlement. No record of anyone. All the paperwork had been left exposed too long to the elements; nothing was left. Or the witch had already removed all traces of herself in anticipation of this moment. He was furious and frustrated when he walke
Layla walked into the house after Jackson had put the light on. It wasn’t grand, but it was similar to the home she and her family had lived in before her father had lost it and moved them to the trailer. Well, as similar as it could be, seeing it was in the middle of nowhere. A fine layer of dust on almost every surface showed that no one had been in it in a while. There was an enclosed porch at the front and then a wide hallway that led into what she assumed were the lounge, dining room and kitchen. There were stairs on one side of the hallway. “You’re off the grid here for security reasons, so you have a generator, solar energy and a water system,” Jackson said as he walked through and put every light on. She followed behind him slowly. The lounge was tastefully decorated with heavy, comfortable furniture, and a few pictures on the wall. The dining room had a similar design, and the kitchen was also spacious and simple. It was perfect for a little family. But Jackson hadn’t
Jackson gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white. He should have known. Left alone, Layla would do the one thing she had been trying to do since the day he met her: run away. She could sense how angry he was, but she was still emotionless. She was sitting in his passenger seat, her head held high as if she had done nothing wrong. Did she even think of all the things that could have happened to her out there alone? Had she thought of the baby? She’d walked so far she’d almost reached the boundary of a rival pack, for fuck’s sake! He clenched his jaw to stop himself from saying anything. If he spoke, she wouldn’t like what he’d say, and her time at the hideout would be anything but stress-free. He snuck another look at her. The skin on her shoulders and face looked an angry red, and if she had been out any longer, she would have started blistering. But it looked like she had already started healing. Pregnant wolves tended to be more sensitive to the eleme
Jackson snuck out of the house like a thief while Layla was sleeping and drove out of the woods like the hounds of hell were chasing him. He wasn’t being a coward. He was the fucking Alpha King! But damned if he would stick around for the agony that saying goodbye to her face would bring him again. He didn’t slow down once he reached the main road that would take him into the city. The pull back to Layla was worryingly tolerable. That only happened after marking, or mates would never get anything done if they had to fight it all the time. He didn't know much about red wolves, but mating with one wasn't supposed to be different. "It's impossible," he said out loud. 'Maybe it's the number of times you growled 'Mine!' when you were fucking her,' Cain said gleefully. 'Like in the movie when you say 'Candyman' three times in the mirror.' "Shut the fuck up." They'd finally agreed on this. They couldn't do anything that would hurt Layla, marking or rejecting included, so why the hell d
Three months. That was how long Jackson had ignored her while Faith and Gavin had imprisoned her. She'd felt like somebody had plunged a knife through her chest the whole time. She looked back at the man following her at a distance and pulled a face. He stopped at a distance and lowered his head. His heart started beating a little fast as it had done since he’d brought her back home by force after her last escape attempt. She knew she’d kept her emotions in check, and he hadn’t seen anything wolfish, so why the hell was he scared? She turned back to the dirt trail through the woods and looked at the distance she still had to go before she reached the boundary. Beyond that was No Man’s land, only to be crossed once the baby was born. It took longer to walk there because of how big she’d gotten. She looked overdue instead of seven months pregnant. Faith assured her it was okay and said stuff like Jackson had been a big baby, too, as if that was supposed to make her feel better.
Jackson had known it would mess him up to get that close to Layla again. He stopped at the front door and closed his eyes as her scent wrapped around him, making his beast whimper. The sweet scent killed them but brought them back to life at the same time. He had checked on her from a safe distance for months because he’d known this would happen. The bond he had been trying to ignore flared to life and pulled him towards his mate. He should have kept away, but he couldn’t avoid this meeting. Layla would have heard more than Gavin; he was almost sure of that. The warrior said she’d started acting strangely on their walk, and then when he’d caught the intruder’s scent, Layla had rushed into the house without him having to tell her to. It had been three months of dead ends; this was his first real lead to the problem keeping him up at night. He’d already scanned the area for miles and sensed nothing, but he had caught a hint of a scent just as he had at the hotel. Amber was someho