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
I was tempted. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t. Getting invited to a sleepover was something I had longed for for years, especially since I’d had to watch Lu head out a lot when we were kids while I stayed behind.At the same time though, the thought of going put a measure of anxiety inside me. If
Layla’s POVThe unsaid implication of Hector’s words rang around in my head long after I had left the clearing, and as I trekked through the woods towards the direction of my home a sudden feeling of giddiness swept through me. I did my best to tamp it down, but each time I recalled Hector telling
Layla’s POVAnya may not have been the best fighter in our Pack, but what she lacked in strength she more than made up for in speed, and she was never one to let an advantage slide. Somehow though, I managed to keep up with her (though barely), and the only reason for this was probably because of my
We pretended to watch the scene playing out in front of us, but I could feel a budding curiosity inside me that her words had stirred. Maybe it was because of how suddenly vulnerable she sounded in the darkness, instead of being her usual cocky self. Maybe not.Eventually though, I broke the silenc







