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
The girl looked exactly like Palmer—except somehow she didn’t; because where my host boasted a wild array of curls that fell down to her lower waist like a river, the stranger’s hair was cut in a sharp, almost uneven pixie cut.She wore a tank top that was soaked through with sweat, and tattoos cove
Layla’s POVHector’s gaze was as intense as it had ever been as he watched me tense at his question, but save a slight tic that formed in his jaw he said nothing. Instead, he waited for me to confirm or deny the allegation, and as my mind raced I entertained the thought of lying to him and putting
Layla’s POVIt was a wild dance of tongue and teeth, a passionate exchange mirroring my inner turmoil as I stood on my toes, threading my fingers through Hector’s hair and holding him close.A part of me felt like I was caught in a fever dream, but the emotions were raging through me; the feel of my
It was meant to be a joke told to take my mind off how eerily silent the whole place was, but when Hector nodded without missing a beat, I felt the screws holding my jaw together turn slightly loose.“I did,” he continued with a serious expression, but after a few beats it slowly eased as a corner o







