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
Layla’s POVI’m surprised but happy. The fact that Alexander is sending me to the border—the exact place he dragged me back from—wasn’t something I thought he’d do. Then again, as I read through the letter one last time, I find Camila’s name signed at the bottom of the transfer.This makes more sens
Whatever is between him and Layla… it’s not over.Not for him or for her.If I let this continue, everything I’ve done to gain this position will be for nothing. Everything I’ve worked for—Alexander, the kingdom, my position—will slip away from me all because of her.I tighten my hold on Alexander’s
Camila’s POVThe smile on my face aches more with each passing moment, but I don’t let it fall. I keep it there, thanking guests who congratulate me on my engagement.Glasses clink and happy chatter fill the air, creating a lighthearted sensation in the air for everyone except me. It all begins to b
Layla’s POVI rub my aching head again as I stamp the last few invitations. Invitations that were supposed to be stamped and sent out by Camila, but because she knows nothing, it falls to me to get them out. The neighboring packs and royals wouldn’t appreciate sloppy work.Ben glances at me when I c







