Jackson looked away from his brutal mate and tried to focus on the issue at hand. Making sure he got rid of all the threats to her life was the only reason he was still breathing; otherwise, he would have succumbed to the pain a long time ago like his beast. "I don't know how far she was, but she was in that direction, past the boundary at the end of that trail,” Layla said, gesturing with her head to the woods. “She was quieter than the men who patrol your packhouse; I had to really focus to make sure I heard right. I might not have heard her if it wasn't for all that dry, long grass. And I know it’s long and dry because of the sound it makes when blowing in the wind.” It seemed she had kept up with her training. Not for the first time, he wondered how strong she would be when she finally came into all her power. When he was dead and gone, would his mate still be the Queen she was meant to be? “We caught her scent on the breeze, but I don’t know how far that would have travelled
Layla had been standing by her window for hours. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t sense anyone else in the woods except Jackson and the men he had arrived with. She hadn’t realised how much she had come to rely on her senses until Jackson had told her that Amber was somehow hiding in there. Her enhanced senses were useless in that situation. But Jackson said he was stronger than the others. That meant he could find her, didn’t it?“You should rest.”She looked back at Faith, who was pretending to read a book. And she knew the girl was pretending. Faith couldn’t hide her anxiety, even though she looked calm.“I’m sure it’s nothing. Why would we get an intruder so far away from anything?” Faith continued.Even though Faith knew she had been involved in the fighting at the packhouse, the girl still didn’t discuss pack business in front of her. Maybe they were all going to pretend she didn’t know when they let her go after the baby was born, although she doubted it would be as
When Jackson opened his eyes, he was in a dank, dark little room. His wrists were bound by chains suspended on some contraption on the ceiling, and his shoulders were on fire because they were supporting his weight. His fingers were numb and cold because the fuckers had chained him too tightly. Was this how he died then? In the hands of his enemy, months before he held his child? He felt lightheaded from the lack of circulation in his body. He tugged at the chains to test them out but could barely move his arms. It was the arrow that had weakened him. He could feel the dark magic burning through him as it had the other times, but this time he could still feel Cain. Maybe the magic wasn’t as strong this time. His beast was weakened, but he was already working hard to heal them. Still, he didn’t see them getting out of this anytime soon. He was too weak to even command anyone to release him. He looked at his feet and tried to wiggle his toes, but they were swollen. Both his feet
Layla bit the blanket and clutched the bedding through another contraction. Tears fell unchecked down her cheeks. She’d endured hours of the pain, and now it was almost continuous. But the labour pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. The pack had returned from the woods without Jackson with nothing but lies on their lips. Dylan said Jackson would be with her as soon as he could, but where was he? If he was okay, why could she sense all that despair in the air? Why had Faith been crying? And why had they called more people from the pack to gather in the back garden? “You’re doing very well, Layla. Just a little bit more,” the doctor urged. He had his protective equipment on and settled at the foot of her bed. She’d been hooked to a machine to monitor her and the baby. It seemed Jackson had indeed been prepared for the child to be born in the middle of nowhere. She had assumed she would be taken to a hospital when her labour started, but the moment Faith had burst in
Layla had just managed to get off the bed when the bedroom door was shoved open. She felt the hatred first before Zach walked into the room with a smile on his face. It was the same intense hatred she'd felt the day she'd spent with the pick outside. It had been this group of people all along. "Congratulations, human. I hope you've said your goodbyes," the older man sneered. She backed away from the bed as people started piling into the room. The man who’d attacked Jackson with a chain was among them, and he smiled as if they were there for a friendly visit. These were the people Jackson had left her for. His pack. He’d been right that they wouldn’t accept her, but couldn’t they have waited until their Alpha was at least cold in the ground? The reminder that Jackson was dead cleaved in half again. But the sounds of the fretting baby in the next room kept her from crumbling to the floor. Who would protect that helpless girl if both of them were dead? She wouldn’t survive in the
Jackson gently wiped the tears off Layla’s reddened cheek. The scent of her blood filled the air as it dripped from her nose and mouth. Her eyes were already swelling shut. But she was alive. His heart was still in his mouth, drowning out the sound of anything else. He’d thought Ryker had done something to her. He’d thought he wouldn’t make it to her on time. His body was still trembling with the shock of it. If he’d lost her... The red haze covered his vision again as he looked at the people behind her. He’d ordered them to stay, and they’d fallen to their knees. They shook visibly, their eyes glued to their fallen comrades. Gina was among them. The woman was still grieving her parents but should not have gotten involved with Zach. The consequences were on her. He would defend what was his until the day he died. A growl came from deep within him, from the place his vengeance lay, and made the traitors whimper and lower their gazes. “Shh. I’m okay,” Layla whispered, even as th
Jackson had washed the blood and dirt from his body before he’d finally held Hope in his arms, but she would never forget the look in his eyes when he met his child for the first time. The huge, cold man had melted. His emotions had shown in his eyes and on his face so brightly that she would have known how he felt even if she hadn’t sensed it herself. It had been hours, but he still held the little girl. They had moved back to her smaller bedroom because the big one was full of dead bodies. She hoped someone had at least taken care of them, but she doubted she would ever use that bedroom again because of that. She couldn’t get over how quickly Jackson had killed them. They had been alive one second and then bleeding and lifeless the next. She lifted her head from the pillow to watch Jackson watching his daughter. For some reason, Jackson had held her hand over Hope’s little foot as they had both napped. Labour had taken a toll on her but resting seemed to have done the trick. She
He shouldn’t have opened his mouth. Though Layla hadn’t pushed him away, he’d sensed her mood change. The last thing he wanted to do now was tell her he would die. He just wanted to hold her and Hope until the day he did. Dylan was devastated by the news. Layla would be worse. He couldn't do that to her. Eventually, she fell asleep, but he’d stayed up to look at her and Hope. How could Fate be so cruel as to give him something so perfect and snatch it away? Hope started to whimper, but Layla didn’t stir. It had to have been a difficult few days for her to go through labour while thinking he was dead. He’d only thought the worst for a short time, so he had no idea how she’d handled that for so long. He slowly untangled himself from Layla and got to Hope before she started crying. She was due a feed but he knew he had to check her nappy first. Max had taught him that when the kids had taken over his room after the attack. He remembered feeling depressed because he didn’t think he w