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
3rd Person POVThe path down the mountain was not forgiving for anyone, but the further Layla walked, the more difficult it became. The cold set in early, making her stiff and half numb—the trek feeling longer as her body fought against her with every step.At first, she thought she could make it. S
Layla’s POVThe forest feels different the moment I cross through the hidden path. It’s quieter here, the cold air like a blanket that softens every sound. Even my boots thumping against the stone sounds muffled.The soft crunch of snow and the whistling of the wind are the only sounds around me. I
The glare Alexander sends my way has no semblance of mercy or pity. The fire blazing in his eyes is pure, unadulterated loathing. Is this the same man I once loved?“Are you trying to make this worse?” Alexander demands, grabbing my shoulder. I pull back, nearly tripping under the weight of Ben’s bo
“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.







