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
“Of course, Little Wolf.”“Wait here,” I ordered, tamping down the urge to steal another kiss from him as I turned.In answer to this, he smacked my butt playfully, and after shooting a death glare at him over my shoulder that didn’t seem to discourage him much, I tottered off to the bathroom.As so
I was dying to have him inside me, but for the first time an edge of anxiety cut through my loss as I wondered if he would even be able to fit and I almost let go of it.My nerves gave out for a split-second before the lust won out once moreStill, the shock on my expression must’ve been much harder
Layla’s POVFor a moment I didn’t know what to do, and I stood rooted to my spot at the entrance of the bathroom, half-shielded from sight while I witnessed Jasper try to scramble up to his feet.He was almost successful (the operative word here being ‘almost’) and as he leveraged himself up with hi
This last part was added when she saw me start opening my mouth to protest, and grudgingly I slowly closed it back up, waiting for her to make her point.‘But you must not let your head get in the way of what your heart wants,’ she added. ‘And make no mistake: I am enamoured, yes, but not blind. Lov







