Layla Sparks

One kiss with the bad boy was all it took for both of them to fall for eachother. When Lydia Hayes, Worthington's sweetheart joins a party and better yet gets to kiss her frenemy, Blake Parker, unwanted feelings start blooming in both their hearts. Sparks fly and happiness engulfs them with an astonishing amount of drama.

Layla is a demon, born from Lucifer and Lilith’s love, raised by humans. She loses her family to a fire. She travels the world to give that family a legacy so that their memory will live on. She adopts children to give them a home. With a war coming she must learn from god and Lucifer and choice a side. This book tells you how Layla became the person she is.

16+The content contains slightly adult themes (sex, violence, alcohol, gambling, etc) that aren't as graphic as explicit-rated content. Layla Luther is the only daughter, and last child of the Lutheran family, a highly reputed family in the fictional county of Palmdale and beyond. Being the only Omega in the Silver Moon pack, she's often overlooked by her parents, and seen as weak, at the same time, constantly bullied and maltreated by her elder brothers. She soon realizes that her and her supposed mate, Jacob Calvin are not meant to be, since his family pack, known as the Crystal Crescent are actually enemies of the Silver Moon pack, and she is being used as a medium to settle the historical dispute between the two packs. The Silver Moon pack pushes her to the Crystal Crescent pack by telling her she is meant for Jacob Calvin, therefore she belongs to the Crystal Crescent pack. She catches Jacob cheating, and without remorse, he opens up about her not being his actual mate, and was just being used by her family to settle an unending rival, since she's considered worthless. In pain and anger, she leaves Palmdale and heads to Westwoods, where she feels the mate bond, and in no time becomes mated to Alpha Hermes who recently recovered from the grief of loosing his former mate. With the help of Alpha Hermes, she becomes a thoroughly feared Lunar in the county of Palmdale. But things are about to change when her rich family, seeks to come back into her life. It get worse when she realizes that the Silver Moon pack are behind Alpha Hermes grief, as they had slaughtered his former mate and the late Lunar of the Desert Wolf pack. Would she choose the Silver Moon pack over the Desert wolves?

Bridget: Remember, my name is Bridget. I am your master. Layla:... Although I currently have a wolf's body, I am also the leader of the Western tribe! What are you to think of owning me??? However, her objections could only be expressed in animal-like sounds. No one understood what she was saying! Bridget: I know you like that! Layla: ... I don't! I don't like it! Don't falsely accuse me! Layla is the leader of the Western wolf tribe. She was betrayed by her mate during the pairing ceremony. They imprisoned her and broke her wolf teeth, removed her proud claws, and cut off her wolf tail. When they dumped her body in the stream, Layla was saved by her true mate. However, due to her severe injuries, she could not transform back into a human. How can she transform back into a human now? How can she avenge the traitors? Above all, what should she do when she meets her true mate, while she is just a small, wounded, and disabled wolf? More importantly, her mate seems to be narcissistic?! Why always ask and answer himself?

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Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”