70. Claimed

Jackson forced his eyes to open and immediately searched for Layla’s scent.

But it wasn’t her scent that filled his nose. The sickly sweet smell was familiar and too close to him. Way too close.

He turned his head to the source and found Dylan’s friend lying in bed next to him, looking down at him with that come-hither smile she’d had on her face when they had been introduced. The buttons of her shirt were undone so her breasts were showing. He'd been right about her intentions, after all.

He sat up quickly and regretted it instantly. Sleeping had helped him heal more, but he wasn’t back to his full capabilities yet. He was still too weak to fight this woman off.

“Get the fuck out of my bedroom,” he snarled.

Just the fact that she was lying down on Layla's side made him fume. Only Layla was meant to be there. They’d have to burn these sheets so he’d never had to smell that scent again.

And he knew this was another sign that he was already screwed. Though he could feel his wolf somewh