Mag-log in“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 complete my assigned tasks.”Again, she offers no further explanation. The detached and cold response is just like how she was acting before she left, but it still doesn’t explain why she’s acting so weak. I know her better than that.“Prove it,” I order.A wrinkle forms between her brows. “What?
Layla’s POVThe days begin to blur together quicker than I thought they would. The routine is simple- wake up, eat, patrol, work, and sleep. There’s not much else to do around here when you’re evading bullies and taking on extra menial work to get out of training. However, it doesn’t always save me
Layla’s POVHis mouth crashes to mine, hard and fast like a man who hasn’t had water in ages. His hands come up to cup my face, holding me in place as he claims my mouth.I can’t tell if he’s trying to silence me or punish me, and that only makes it worse.For a split second, I can’t move. Then, my
Alexander’s POVThe camp goes still the moment I arrive.Instantly.Everyone freezes, eyes following me as I march through the camp. One minute they’re working, moving, training, and the next, they’re standing frozen.Good. Having them on alert is the response I wanted, especially since they didn’t







