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
Hector’s POVCarlos shot me a bewildered look, waiting for an instruction from me to trickle down our mindlink so he would react, but I didn’t. I was too busy fighting off the feeling of panic that had started to bubble up inside me as soon as Layla made her entrance.Now, it was only growing worse
Layla’s POV“What?!” I cried, sitting up and almost upending the bowl between Anya and me in the process.Luckily her reflexes were as sharp as ever, and before the popcorn could successfully tip over she grabbed it, sending me a dirty look as she set it on the table gently.“Way to go dork,” she mu
On the way I felt an odd sensation like I was being watched. I turned to scan the room until I locked eyes with Alex, who was standing in a shadowy corner at the other end of the room with his friends.I couldn’t make out his expression in the darkness, but the hairs at the nape of my neck rising di
“You’ve been training and because of that you think you’re better than me?!”I noticed that even in her show of anger she wasn’t making any moves to physically attack me, and if I was being honest a part of me hoped that she would.I could already feel the adrenaline pumping through me despite my ca







