FAZER 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 didn’t destroy anything,” he says. “You did that the moment you stopped acting like the Luna this pack needed.”For a split second, I can’t breathe.“I stopped?” I whisper, stepping into his space once again. I strike his chest, right over his heart, hard enough that he actually sways this time.
Layla’s POVThe silence doesn’t last long when the whispers begin spreading like wildfire. I can feel the warriors’ eyes on us, but I don’t look away from Alexander.Not when I’ve finally decided to speak my mind.Alexander’s grip on Camila’s waist tightens, his entire body stiffening as my words re
Alexander’s POVThe scent hits me from more than a mile away.“That smells like—”“Blood,” I growl. “A lot of it.”“It’s coming from the direction of the camp,” the commander announces, pointing to the left.The camp… Camila and Layla are back at the camp.My wolf rams against the barrier in my mind
Layla’s POVI don’t think. I just let my rage take over, and my body moves without instruction. It’s almost like I’ve been shoved into a passenger seat and have to watch someone else drive.Violent and relentless, I tear through the rest of the rogues.One attacks.I meet him, slamming him into the







