Eight months.
He had eight more months of this s**t. At this rate, he would mark Layla before the month was out.
Jackson leaned back on the seat and drank a sip of his beer as he looked out over the balcony. Breakfast hadn’t even been prepared yet, and he was already drinking. What he needed was sleep, but Layla’s scent was stopping that from happening.
He knew Layla didn’t fully understand the nature of his struggle, and even if she did, there was nothing she could do about this either.
“f*****g Fate,” he grumbled as he listened to the sounds of the pack waking up.
Zach had already held his nightly treasonous meeting with a few more pack members. They would all then continue their day as if nothing was happening. As if they weren’t backstabbing fuckers trying to find a way to kil
