LOGIN“How’s it looking?” I call up.“Excellent. We’re heading for our best harvest yet.”“Wonderful.”“And you, sir?” she asks, and damn it if there isn’t something coy in her eyes. “Are you a fan of our wine?”“A great fan,” he says somewhat stiffly.“And of the wolf whose idea it was for us to make win
Layla’s POVI feel bile rise in my throat. This is the hard, demanding, even frightening Alpha I had learned from when I was in training to be his Delta. This is the Alpha who exiled his once-wife to a wintry wilderness.This is the Alpha who kept his pack safe and strong, no matter the cause.This
Alexander waits until she’s left the office before rounding on me.“You’ve managed to avoid giving me an explanation,” he growls. “But your time has run out, my dear.”I walk behind the desk and gesture for him to sit down before taking a seat myself. “Just what explanation do you feel you are owed,
Layla’s POVAfter Alexander and Camila leave Thornhill Memorial to return to Stormhowl, I spend the night in my son’s room. To manage to get to sleep, I pretend he’s just asleep. The doctors all tell me that’s the truth, in a way.I listen to his breathing, and my eyes close. When my eyes open, it’s
But now? She was in her twenties and should have picked up on how to do things by now. What was the holdup?“Wait until you see my gown,” she tells her foster brother. “It’s being hand-beaded, and the train goes on for miles.”Vincent makes a show of gasping. “Literal miles? I wouldn’t put it past y
Layla’s POVI keep my face absolutely still while Alexander stands up straight, looking with puzzled eyes first at me and then at Vincent.“Your son?” His voice is flat.Vincent smiles. “Yes.”Alexander frowns. “So, you are married?”Vincent laughs. “I know that in Stormhowl, children out of officia
I’d prefer that, honestly.“You forget your place too easily.”Just as she finishes, hands grab me by the arms, yanking them back hard enough that my shoulders ache. I try to pull free, but a familiar laugh makes me look back.Kellan smiles at me, his hands tightening as I look at him. Of course, sh
Layla’s POV“Layla, you’re staying here,” the commander says. He barely looks at me as he passes, not bothering to offer any other explanation as to why I’m not patrolling like usual.Not that I really wanted to go on the patrol, since I don’t want to risk shifting right now. Usually, pregnant women
When I find no one following, I push through the bushes covering the path and freeze. A man is crouched over the stone, rolling it away. His head snaps up, and he jumps to his feet, narrowing his eyes.My pulse spikes.My hands curl into fists.I drop into a defensive stance, my muscles tense and re
Layla’s POV“Pick up the pace! Move it!” The command splits the morning air, followed by the crack of thunder as rain pelts down on us. I push off with the rest of the warriors, the sounds of boots pounding on the ground. Several of the men shift, their wolves darting ahead as we weave through the f







