LOGINDear readers (Mathieu again), I am floored by the amount of support MBTA has received since we last spoke. You all came through so unbelievably hard, and I would thank you by name if I was sure that was allowed. Rest assured, I see you, so keep leaving your rated reviews, gems, comments, etc. I noticed some questions about how frequently this book is updated, and the answer is that I try to average four new chapters every week. I juggle a rigorous Law degree with my writing, and it may not be as frequent as it should be but I try and I’ll continue to work harder to make this a story you won’t forget. What were your thoughts on this chapter, and do you have any theories on what’s to come? I look forward to hearing them!
Dear 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
I could feel my heart thudding away inside my chest, in a combination of fear and exhilaration, and as I locked gazes with Xavier a voice at the back of my head niggled at me, worried that he would try to press his advantage.This sent a chill down my spine, and all too late it dawned on me that we
I started to protest, but he cut me with a warning look, and even though I wanted to keep at it I knew my own limits. “The doctor told me that he recommended therapy?”I nodded stiffly at this, shaking my head when he asked if that was something I wanted. It may have been unhealthy, but the last t
Somehow it’s always me paying the price for this family’s good name.”My father’s lips drew into a thin line, even as his features paled momentarily.“You’re free to think what you want to, young lady,” he warned, hitting his fist on the countertop to emphasise his words. “But the fact remains that
In front of a witness she would never show her true emotions to me and so her demeanour remained serene and smooth. But there was a noticeable change in the atmosphere. Her dislike was palpable.“Layla.” She angled her body slightly in my direction, but her eyes remained firmly locked on Anya as sh







