“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
Layla was still dazed when she walked out of the ensuite in Jackson’s room. She had never really read up about schizophrenia because she’d been terrified that she would tick all the boxes. She’d had enough to worry about taking care of her sister. Maybe she should have read up on the first time the school counsellor had mentioned it. Because she knew for a fact she was not the one who had initiated sex with Jackson. She stopped when she saw the man himself lying on the bed with one arm behind his back and a drink in his hand, resting on his abs. Jackson’s gaze lowered to the towel she had wrapped around herself and flashed red before he looked back at her face. It was funny how that didn’t scare her anymore.“I’ve brought your bag in and unpacked,” he said.She saw the suitcase Micah had given her to pack her clothes lying empty next to the dressing room. “You might want to go and explain to your sister why you’ve moved into your employer’s bedroom. She’s not very pleased,” Jacks
There were too many smells in the air, not just from the food but also from everyone in the restaurant. Layla barely managed to focus her hearing, but trying to stop the overpowering scents was different. She couldn’t pick just one out when they all blended into one horrible smell that made her nose sting and her eyes water. Jackson led them to a table near the back and helped her and her sister into their seats before he sat down. “We’ll have something quick. I’ve had a long day,” Jackson said. She couldn’t help noticing that he had a perfect view of the restaurant entrance while she had her back to the room. Was Jackson being thoughtful about her predicament, or was he trying to keep track of whatever he had seen in the lobby?“Are you alright, Layla?” Brit whispered.She gave her a bright smile again and tried to keep her head in the present. Keeping Brit from finding out the truth was her main priority now. “Of course. This is my first time eating here; I’m just a little nerv
That had been a stupid lapse of judgement. Jackson had been too preoccupied tracking Miss. Roberts’ and her guest’s movements that he’d forgotten the other threat.He hadn't expected her eyes to glow in the middle of the dinner service.Going downstairs when Layla hadn’t learned to control her emotions had been a risk to start with, but he’d put everyone in danger now. There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness.He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile. “Don’t worry,” he repeated. If Britney thought it was weird that
It was late at night when they pulled up at the front of the packhouse. Layla was still numb from Jackson’s revelations.Did Jackson mean there was a wolf inside her? This thing that took her over and made her do stupid things? It was like a separate entity, a personality that was the complete opposite of who she was."It can't be true," she whispered. If Jackson had no explanation, then he had to be wrong. It had to be the baby changing her since Jackson had said it would be a werewolf. But all of this had started before she'd got pregnant. She'd seen the red wolf throughout her childhood. So it was true? Would she turn into a beast like him? What would the pack do to her if they found out?So many questions but she didn’t know what to ask first. Her whole life had changed at the drop of a hat. Some things made more sense now, while others became more confusing. Was Britney the same as her? Had she also grown up keeping all the weird things that happened to her to herself?And the