LOGINDear readers, And that’s the end of it. Unbelievable, I know. I didn’t want to write an author’s note until I was absolutely finished with this, and now I am. The journey through telling the story of Hector and Layla has transformed me in ways I hadn’t thought possible—financially, mentally, cre
For years I had been afraid, unable to defend myself as people scorned me, and dictated who I was, where I stood. But none of that remained the case now. I had my mother, who was flawed and awkward, but perfect, I had a cousin who slightly terrified me. I had a grandfather, who had sacrificed h
Layla’s POV There was an edge of something dangerous in his tone even as he kneaded my ass playfully, and I shivered. My pulse raced. “I–It wasn’t intentional.” “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t,” he murmured in something like pride. “My Little Wolf isn’t so little anymore, is she?” I swallowed in the
This time I forced my throat to open wider, taking him deeper, and Hector’s body bucked as my mouth worked over him; before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from me, grabbing me and throwing me back onto the bed. His weight settled over me as he pinned my wrists up over my head, and I ar
Layla’s POV Lust burned hot in my brain, making it impossible to think of anything beyond Hector. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me as he carried me across Pack grounds, and his earthy wild male scent which left me powerless to resist his charms—all of these resulted in a sudden
“They WILL come, and right now you decide how ready you will be when they finally come at us.” She paused to let the meaning of her words sink in before finishing: “Now, I’ll invite my mother to come and take over; you can direct any questions you have at her.” The sound of a chair scraping acros
But that wasn’t all. All of the calluses I’d gotten from the months of training were also gone, and even the scar from my fall off a bike when I’d been learning to ride one at ten-years-old had disappeared. From what I could tell, my skin was better than it had ever been before. There was not a si
Layla’s POVI let out a muffled groan as I slammed to the ground, rolling through the dirt floor like a rag doll, and my ears picked up the sound of the crowd descending into pandemonium around me but there was nothing I could do about it.My chest was a maze of pain, and if it weren’t for the sound
The thought of opening her up to danger like that had terrified me, but there was also a cautious optimism too, so the fact that she may have come to danger now seemed to me the cruellest joke that fate could play.I wanted to rage until my voice grew ragged from the unfairness of it all, but I didn
Hector’s POV“So, where does that leave the alliance between our Packs?” Michael McKenzie asked guardedly once I finished telling him of the day’s events.He was at least almost two decades older than I was and in good shape still, but even then, as I narrated the act of aggression of one of his Pac







