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
Outside, six Deltas surrounded the sedan chair. It would be used to carry me through the procession. It had an elegant open frame, with gold-red tassels designing it. The sedan chair had a roof, and beyond that there was a cushion on the board that I would have to sit on. It was open on all sides, s
The training fields were not a place I frequented, and so for all I knew I was walking to my slaughter, and more than anything else it was this fear of the unknown that got to me.Hector was seated on a high, gilded throne-like chair on a raised wooden platform when I arrived, and my eyes locked on
“Careful,” she warned gently, helping me back in the bed. “You’ll pull your bandages out.”I heard the sound of footsteps approaching moments before my door swung open, and the Pack doctor entered, gliding over smoothly to stand at my other side.His expression was thoughtful as he considered me. I
Layla’s POVI swallowed down the acidic vomit that rose from the back of my throat as the metals embedded in the whip dug into my flesh, and fought back a wretched scream as I wrenched them out, almost blacking out from the pain.The words of the note sprang to mind again. This was my last chance t







