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
As my resolve hardens in my gut, I think about Starfall and its vulnerability. If we can live here, we can do anything.“You’re right about that,” Neville says, and I realize I’ve spoken the words aloud.I look into his eyes, and I know he’s remembering with me how my son’s health has always been de
Layla’s POVAmelia and I conduct business in my office over a cup of coffee, and as usual, she is completely professional until we’ve reached final trade terms for this quarter. Then she smiles.“Vincent sends his regards,” she says.“Send mine back with my best wishes for his health.”About fifteen
“Where is this from?” I ask.She laughs. “That’s part of the charm! No one knows. They’re very mysterious.”We finish our glasses together, and she leaves me the bottle before leaving for a dress fitting. I sit at my desk and start making some phone calls.In about an hour, I find that Camila has ag
Alexander’s POV“You need to understand the importance of maintaining our allegiances with the other packs,” I tell Camila for what must be the twentieth time in the past five years. And again, she nods, but I can tell she doesn’t get it.I look around her daintily decorated office, no longer the ut







