Mag-log inDear 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
Michael didn’t miss a beat.“And why is that so, Miss Fabrini?” he asked as his features tightened. “According to our customs, Hector was well within his rights to take Xavier’s life for the act of trespass—”“That’s BULLSHIT!” I cut in, throwing my hands up above my head in frustration. “The custom
Hector’s POVThroughout the entire flight from Burlington to New York, I tried to focus on the tightness in my chest, which seemed to grow with each passing moment as I drew closer to Layla.It wasn’t good enough that I was going to be seeing her (unharmed according to Michael) in a few hours. I wan
Nothing here had been touched recently, and as I shut the door softly behind me it registered that the only sound I could make out was that of a steady clock ticking away, coming from some corner of the room.There was no sign of Hector, but as I traced my fingers across rough leather bindings, rubb
Hector’s POVI was at home about to start on my dinner when I felt it: Nausea gripping the muscles of my stomach tightly as a sense of unease stirred through me.I frowned, pausing with the spoon already halfway to my mouth as I considered the sensation.It was an odd feeling, and it didn’t end ther







