INICIAR SESIÓNDear 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
Still, I looked serviceable, and after a brief debate I decided that I’d let my hair fall over my shoulders and back instead of the usual ponytail I often kept it in.I made my way downstairs to grab a quick bite, and as I was arriving in the kitchen Lu stepped out of her room and it was hard not to
Layla’s POV(Two hours ago):I came awake slowly to the sound of beeping machines, and my first thought after I opened my eyes was that it felt like my head had been stuffed full of cotton balls from the amount of drugs I had pumping through my system. I was insulated from the pain of my injuries;
Layla’s POVDelphine took a step away from the door, and her gaze was full of meaning as she looked at me before turning on her heels and walking away. I should’ve followed her, but something in me told me that despite my confident words I may not have been ready to see the proof she had to show me.
Layla’s POVI ran without stopping, almost ripping the door out of its hinges on my way out, and I made it as far as the hallway outside before a pair of callused hands wrapped around my biceps, stopping me in my tracks. They wrenched me back so violently that it felt like my arms were being pulled







