Jackson stood on his balcony with his hands in his pocket and his senses reaching out as far as possible. It had been three weeks since the attack, and he hadn’t slept much.“We have to do it,” someone whispered. “He just ripped apart a whole pack less than a month ago. You’re all crazy right now. Keep me out of it.”“Didn’t you hear what that woman said? We’re putting our lives on the line for a fucking rogue.”“If that were true, the Circle would have come back by now. That woman was full of shit.”The whispers were coming from deep in the woods, far enough away that other people couldn’t hear them. It had been like this since the shock of the attack had worn off. They were unhappy and planning something.Most of the conversations were had silently between two individuals because none of this treasonous shit could be discussed in the packlink where he could hear them. But lately, the group had become big enough to sneak off in the middle of the night to make their plans.The old hi
Layla ignored the pain in her chest as she watched Jackson walk away.He had been like that every morning, the only time she saw him. Since he had taken her for that walk, he had kept his distance as he had said he would.She’d never been more miserable in her life.She had never needed or relied on a man since her mother had left and her dad had started neglecting them, so she couldn’t understand why she felt so attached to Jackson in the first place. Why would she be miserable just because she hadn’t spoken to him in weeks?But on top of that, a big ball of anger was sitting on her chest, waiting for him to come close enough so she could unleash it. How could he just walk away after what had happened on that walk? He had seen that red wolf; she knew he had. He’d looked right at it, and when he had talked about taking her back to her cell, he’d angered the wolf and stepped back from it. He had also probably seen it the first time, which explained his strange behaviour. He’d let he
Jackson walked ahead of Layla into the lobby of his hotel and headed straight for the elevator. That had been the longest car ride of his life. He should have thought about what being close to her did to him and gone in a different car. It didn’t matter that he loathed her; his body had other ideas. 'Loathe her? Say it louder for those in the back. Maybe they'll believe you.'And then Cain had decided to speak just because Layla was next to him. He had focused on nothing else except Layla and that title heartbeat. He punched the button to call the elevator harder than necessary and then looked back at the lobby. He frowned and sniffed the air. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. That feeling that something was going to go wrong intensified even though he was away from his territory and treasonous pack.It was early afternoon and a weekend, so the lobby was busy. All human, though, and none of them looked out of place. He didn't sense any danger in the air. E
Layla turned away from the closed door to look at her sister. That hadn’t sounded like an employer/employee conversation, and by the look on Brit’s face, she had already figured that out.“Is he forcing you to sleep with him?” Brit asked straight away.“What? No!”There had been no force whatsoever, even if, in her head, she had been against it. “Then why are you dressed like this? You look different. Your hair, your face, everything. You look like he’s had you polished up and dressed up, so he won’t be embarrassed to be seen with you.”“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snorted. “Then why did it look and sound like you and Mr. King were arguing like lovers?”She sighed and walked back towards her sister. Britney was too observant at times. If she had been the one taken by Jackson, she would have figured things out within a day.“Why don’t we clean this pigsty up first so we can relax and talk properly?”“I don’t want you to clean for me. You clean all day for Mr King if I’m to believe what
“Are you sure?”Jackson walked towards the elevators. The other warriors were already waiting."She called Costas Markopoulos, and I heard him tell her to make sure you didn't leave. He said he’s on his way."He should have ended that rat the first time he had seen them, but using Layla's fear of him had been to his advantage at the time. He hadn't expected the bond to strengthen the way it had, so Layla's future had been of no concern to him. But now, the thought of leaving her in such a dangerous world had his heart twisting. Costas was nothing compared to the Circle or his pack, but he was still a dangerous human. Layla would be out there by herself with no one watching over her."Watch all the entrances. I need someone to stay here in case someone comes up."The service elevator doors opened, and they let him on first before they piled in after him. They couldn't go through the lobby; it was too exposed. The service elevator would take them to the staff-only area at the back of t
“Shall I bring you a drink from the bar, sir?”Jackson looked up from the newspaper in his hands to find Miss Roberts hovering over him. He had seen her at the front desk when he had walked into the lobby, and her anxiety was through the roof. Did she know that she had put herself in a dangerous situation? And if she did, why was she risking it? What was she hoping to achieve by the ambush she was trying to set up?“Are you working in the kitchen, too, these days?” he asked.“I’m just being hospitable, sir, since I’m on my break,” she answered with a smile. He could feel the hostility in her tone. It made him wonder if this was the real her and she’d had an ulterior motive when she tried to get close to him. Had she been trying to get information out of him all this time?“Instead of getting me a drink, maybe you can arrange for someone to do the work I pay them for in my suite,” he said dismissively. “Unless you want me to fire all of you and start afresh?”Andrea’s eyes widened.“
The dinner service had already started in the hotel when Jackson walked out of the elevator on his floor. The man guarding the girls was already on his feet, waiting for him.‘I need you to keep an eye on Miss. Roberts. Follow her home and also get her phone records. I need to know who she’s been talking to,’ he ordered when he reached the door. He had spent enough time with Costas and his men to know they were not associated with the Hunters, but he had to make sure he’d contained the situation. The more he’d spoken to him, the more he’d believed Andrea had fed Costas this information out of spite for being scorned, but he had to make sure. ‘Yes, Alpha.’‘Get Miss Townsend’s contact information. I don’t want any loose ends.”‘And the others?’‘They’ll check out the hideout after they clean up. I’ll watch the girls this weekend; just get it all done before I leave.’‘Yes, Alpha,’ he answered with a bow before he walked to the elevator. He stood outside the door for a moment before
Jackson lowered his head to hers and waited to see if she would turn away. She needed to. Something told him there would be no turning back this time. But if she pushed him off, that could kick some sense into his head. If she reminded him how much her human side wanted to leave him, he wouldn’t have to break his word to himself. He wouldn’t have to fall into the trap again. But Layla’s breath hitched, and her lips parted. He could see the fire in her eyes as lust poured off her in waves that wiped out any other emotion she had been feeling. “Do you know what it does to me when you challenge me, my little mate?” he whispered when his lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers. “I swore I would stay away from you. Stop me now, Layla, because this won’t end well for either of us.”Layla didn’t push him away. Her beautiful glowing eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into him and put her mouth on his. And just like that, the hole in his chest disappeared. His dead heart started to bea
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,”