LOGINLayla I leaned back on my heels. Usually, I would stay on my toes, ready to jump into action, especially when something as unexpected as the king’s arrival just happened. But my wolf was straining against my ribs as if trying to break through to get to Valerius. If I didn’t lean back against her,
Layla The color drained from Aurora's face. Not the practiced kind she pulled out when she wanted sympathy. This was real. Her hand jerked toward her throat, and she caught herself a beat too late. I'd suspected since I walked through those doors. The champagne fountain. The flower arrangements w
Layla I kept hearing Aurora's voice. It's our birthday, after all. Brenna whistled through her teeth as the car rounded the hill. "That's not a party." She pressed her face to the window. "That's a siege." She wasn't wrong. The Thorne packhouse had been transformed. Silk banners on every column,
Layla His hand pressed against my waist and I couldn't think. The floor closed in from every side, elbows and shoulders and the bass vibrating up through my boots. His scent cut through the smoke and sweat. Cedar and iron. Every time the crowd surged, I stumbled closer, and every time I pulled bac
Layla The private room above the tavern smelled like oak barrels and cheap wax candles. Not the kind of place anyone would look for the person who bankrolled half the kingdom's underground economy. Which was exactly the point. This tavern was one of dozens of properties Night Veil owned across th
*"It went perfectly." Cole set down his glass in his father's study. The room smelled of cigar smoke and old leather. "Julian Voss. Senior liaison. Couldn't stop complimenting Aurora.""He called me the moon's beloved to my face." Aurora perched on the arm of the sofa, still flushed. "He was genuinely taken with the Pack grounds too."Marcus smiled. "I told you. Night Veil didn't fund this Pack for six months out of charity. They see our value." He looked at Aurora. "They see your value.""Aurora made it happen." Cole raised his glass. "Father, she handled the reception flawlessly—this is what an Alpha daughter looks like."Aurora dipped her chin. "If the Pack is valued, it's because Father and Cole built something worth valuing. I'm just doing my part."Marcus beamed. "That's my daughter. A true Thorne. Unlike—" He caught himself, but the word Layla hung in the air anyway.Cole's expression hardened. "Layla was out again this morning. Met some rogue woman with a motorcycle. Hugging i







