37. Walking On A Tightrope

Jackson balled his fists and looked to where Dylan stood with Micah and a few other warriors.

They all turned to look in his direction as he stood on the patio and then immediately lowered their gazes.

But he could feel their disgust, even if it was laced with a bit of fear. If he had come to sort out the mess the rogue had caused instead of fucking Layla on the conference table, this wouldn’t have been happening. He wouldn’t have threatened Dylan like that, either. He knew it was only the fact that he’d still been buried inside Layla and holding her against him that had stopped him from ripping his friend’s throat out.

‘Get back to work!’ he ordered through the pack link.

While the warriors turned away to go and start their training or patrols, Dylan approached him. Cain watched his every step while still growling in his head. His wolf’s possessiveness made his blood run cold and pushed forward what he had realised from the first time he’d been between Layla’s legs. Diedre was righ