Layla inhaled a sharp breath when she heard his words. He didn’t even look like the words he’d said bothered him. A prisoner?And then Jackson closed the door. The sound of the locking door spurred her into action, despite how dangerous the whole place felt. She rushed forward and tried the handle, hoping she had just heard things, and this man hadn’t really just locked her in a room. But the handle didn’t turn. She tried it several times before she banged on the door.“Let me out, you fucking bastard! This wasn’t our deal!” she screamed.Panic welled in her chest again. She’d put herself in this situation because she’d been desperate to keep Brit safe. Jackson had known she would agree to anything. He had taken advantage of her. For someone who had claimed to hate people who went back on their word, he was doing the same thing. He’d said she wouldn’t be a prisoner! Jackson had made her think she would be free to come and go.She banged on the door again, ignoring the pain it caused.

Wolves howling way too close for comfort woke Layla up with a start. She sat up in the comfortable bed, her heart pounding, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. And when the previous day's events registered, she shot out of bed and rushed to the nearest window.Bloody wolves! She was going to get killed in her sleep!Her hand trembled as she pushed the curtain aside and peeked out. The room they had given her had a view of the front of the house where they had driven up, and she could just about make out the gates in the distance. There wasn’t even a hint of dawn in the sky, but the moonlight through the trees cast eerie shadows that gave her a horror movie vibe. No wolf eyes like before, though. If she hadn’t heard that terrifying growl in that infirmary, she would have believed she had just imagined those eyes. They had looked all wrong, for starters. Wolves didn’t have glowing blue eyes. Not in these parts, anyway.Were the wolves beyond the gates, or did they roam the grounds f

Layla watched the nurse place a bandaid on her arm to stem the bleeding from the needle. It had little cartoon characters like it was meant for children. Was this a children’s hospital? Why had Jackson brought her here?She eyed the nurse suspiciously from under her lashes, which she probably didn’t need to do. The woman wasn’t paying her any attention. She was flustered and acting like a love-struck teenager because of the hulking presence in the room. It was a wonder she hadn’t stabbed her to death when she’d drawn her blood. “I’ll run this to the lab. The doctor will see you as soon as possible,” the nurse said. She said this directly to Jackson as if he was the one on the exam table. The nurse hadn’t addressed her at all the whole time she’d done her observations.But she had thrown her that cold look like everyone else she had met so far. Would they even treat her without bias like medical professionals were supposed to do? She didn’t think so. The nurse left the room, but not

Layla was still tingling as she came down from the most incredible high. She looked down at the face between her legs and met Jackson’s gaze.There was no coldness in his eyes this time. There was nothing but burning desire. Everything was happening too fast. Jackson was a perfect stranger, and she had already seen the coldness and anger in his eyes. But now he was looking at her as if he was the only woman in the world. The only one he wanted.Her mind whirled as she tried to remember why this was a bad idea, but all that had flown from her head the second he touched her. Her body was not her own anymore. She wasn’t herself. She could feel that; she could feel there was something different about Jackson. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought someone had drugged her, but she hadn't eaten anything yet. But none of that seemed to matter as she watched the man she had been trying to get away from kiss the inside of her thigh.She responded to that kiss as if she hadn’t jus

Jackson looked up at the broken security camera perched high over his wall and the footprints leading from the wall and back over. Whoever it was hadn’t gone far. His defences were better than a wall and flimsy camera, and the suicidal wolf must have realised that and turned back. But the fact that he had even dared to try had Cain ready to rampage. Again.Rogues always tried to breach their boundaries, but Cain, as territorial as he was, always got excited because it meant he could go hunting. But now he was in a rage, just because his mate was within these walls and his over-protectiveness had gone into overdrive.And because he had refused to leave his mark on her.Pulling himself away from Layla before he’d bitten her had nearly killed him. He'd lost his head when he’d fucked her. He’d gone all-in, and she had taken all of it without inhibitions. Human or not, she had handled Cain better than anyone he had ever been with.And she’d loved it.She’d loved every second of it.He’d b