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
Layla’s POVOnly my instincts and the force of habit drilled into my bones from hundreds of hours kept me from getting mauled by Xavier’s claws as he rushed forward and I twisted to one side, narrowly escaping them.A look of admiration flashed through his eyes as I stared in disbelief at him. For
Layla’s POVHector’s hand was swollen almost beyond recognition at the sites around his injury, and even though the bleeding had stopped I could see the shards of glass still embedded in his palms. In the light filtering in behind him from the doorway, they gave off a grotesque glint and my vision
Layla’s POVFor a brief moment I considered lying. This was because thinking about my actions from a logical angle made it look like I was just throwing a tantrum. A more mature person would’ve simply gone back upstairs to change, but I could be hard headed when I didn’t get my way sometimes, and
Layla’s POVIt was a well-placed trap, and I had walked right into it. My heart sank as soon as the realisation set in, and I turned to look at Lu, whose gaze spoke volumes all of a sudden as she stared at me unwaveringly. There was a firm set to her jaw as she stared at me, perhaps daring me to sa







