LOGINLayla POVMy brain took the backseat the moment Draven's lips captured mine.Everything else disappeared.The restaurant, the argument, George, Carla, the questions I had been carrying for years—all of it seemed to fall away until there was only the man standing in front of me and the familiar warmth of his mouth against mine.My mate. The father of my child.The man I had spent seven years trying to forget.I shouldn't have let myself feel any of it. I should have pushed him away immediately. I should have remembered the engagement ring waiting somewhere in my bag and the promise I'd made to George.Instead, my arms went around Draven before I could stop them.My body moved toward his as though it remembered something my mind had spent years trying to bury. I pressed closer, and for those few reckless seconds, it felt as though I had never left him at all. There was no anger between us, no years of separation, no lies or accusations. There was only the heat of his body, the strength
Draven POVLayla flinched.It was only then that I remembered Aiden was sitting right there between us. I hadn't even realized I'd raised my voice until I saw the boy looking up at me from his plate of roasted turkey, his expression caught somewhere between curiosity and confusion.I forced myself to breathe.My hand reached for the wine bottle again. I emptied what remained into my glass, watching the dark liquid rise to barely half the glass before lifting it to my mouth. This time, I tried to drink slowly, forcing myself to swallow one measured mouthful after another.It didn't help.When I looked at Layla again, she seemed to have only just realized what she'd said too. She blinked several times, her lips parting as though she wanted to explain, but no words came.'What do you mean, Luna of LongClaws?' I asked through the mindlink. Her answer came hesitantly. 'I... I'm engaged.'I set the glass down gently so I don't accidentally crush it.'To George Hunt.'She didn't respond.T
Layla POVMy heart jerked. Both our eyes snapped toward Aiden.He was still watching us with the fascinated expression of a child who had no idea he was sitting in the middle of a conversation carrying enough weight to change all our lives."Mom doesn't have a firstborn son," he said, shaking his head. "I'm her only child."For a moment, Draven simply stared at him. Then he nodded."That's right, young wolf. You're her firstborn son. And her only child at the moment."Aiden smiled, apparently satisfied with the answer, and pushed another forkful of turkey into his mouth.It was obvious he still didn't fully understand what the words meant. I wasn't sure how long that would last."You can't blame me for asking you that, Draven," I said quickly.Not really because I wanted to bring the conversation back to its original path. But I needed to keep Aiden distracted from whatever calculations were taking place inside his young mind. Even if only for a little while."I'm not expecting you to
Layla POVI had his attention.He was listening to me like the only thing that mattered in his world were the words I was saying. That should have filled me with hope that he might actually be on my side.Instead, the dangerous air around him made me scared of what was coming next. Doubt twisted inside me.I didn't have concrete proof yet. Not enough to put in front of a tribunal and make them convict Gordon Voss and his family without question. All I had was what Savanna had told me. What Nina Buch had confirmed. I had my blood samples which would reveal traces of the herbs when I got it back. I had pieces of a story that made sense when put together, but pieces weren't the same as undeniable evidence.Would Draven believe me without that?The past was still too fresh in my mind.He hadn't believed me when I'd told him nothing happened between me and his then-best friend. What he thought he saw in that guest chamber had been more believable than the woman who was supposed to be his
Layla POVDraven's gaze held mine as he added,"I'm sure you can guess why.""Not really." I looked down at my plate. Then back at him. "No."Had he told his people about Aiden? The thought returned with enough force that I couldn't ignore it.I lowered my eyes and reached for the mindlink. 'Do they know about your child?'Draven answered almost immediately. 'Not yet. But they'll find out when it's time. Carla and her family will. So will the entire Arctic Moon.'My stomach knotted.'I take it you haven't told my son who I really am.' His gaze remained on me across the table. 'Don't you think you'll need to explain this to him? Or should I do it?'He was right.Aiden couldn't remain unaware forever, especially now that Draven was openly involving himself in his life. The masking potion was gone. His scent could be sensed. Draven had already made himself known in his school. He had spoken to his teachers, and now he was sitting at the same table with him.There was no going back to th
Layla POVI didn't have the ability to think about Travis or whatever he might be hiding at that moment. As much as I wanted to refuse Draven's suggestion, or at least hesitate long enough to think of a reasonable excuse, my son was standing right there, looking curiously between his father and me. There was something almost expectant in his expression, as though he was waiting to see what would happen next. And I suddenly realized that, in the six years of his life, this was probably the first time he'd ever seen a man linger around his mother like this.That realization made me pause.Not because I hadn't had opportunities.Saying I hadn't gone out with anyone in six years would be a lie. Men had come and gone from my life. Fellow students when I was still studying. Co-workers. Even patients who had occasionally made their interest painfully obvious. But I had been raising a child while building a career, and neither left me with much time or patience for entertaining men. More im







