Page 64 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

“You know what your role in her life is. Do better, Jackson, or she won’t survive this. She’ll be hunted by everyone just because of what she is.”

Did Rebecca already know that Layla was his mate?

The redhead started to walk around him to head back into the forest.

“You have to stick around. You have to be there when she needs you,” he urged.

“I have to keep moving, or they will find all of us,” Rebecca said with a shake of her head. “And I’m pretty sure I’m the last person my daughter wants to see.”

“I have more questions,” he insisted.

“Layla’s wolf will show her everything she’s supposed to know when she shifts,” Rebecca said with a wave. “Until then, she’ll be vulnerable. Just tell her to learn to control her emotions. I’m sure she’s calling every weirdo to us right now.”

She probably was. He looked back at the house where all the extreme emotions were radiating from and then at the woman about to disappear into the shadows of the trees.

“She’s already twenty-one. She doesn’t have a wolf,” he stated.

“She could shift tomorrow,” Rebecca said. “Or in ten years. Red wolves are different, but you’ll see that for yourself.”

And then she was gone. Her scent, her emotions, everything.

“You make sure you come out if she calls you,” he growled at the empty space before he turned and ran back to the house.

He couldn’t sense where Layla was even though he could feel her, just as he hadn’t sensed her when she had come outside. She already shared that much with her mother. He expected to find her back in their bedroom, but he was surprised to see her standing in the middle of the entrance hall facing the door. Her eyes had stopped glowing, but her rage had grown to murderous proportions.

And behind her, standing in the hall leading to the offices, Dylan stood with a strange expression.

‘What’s going on, Jax?’ Dylan asked in his head.

Had he seen Layla’s eyes when she had come in?

‘Hormones,’ he lied.

“You’ve spoken to her before?” Layla asked.

Her voice was calm despite the rage he could sense filling up the whole house.

“Briefly. She’s a hard woman to find.”

“But you found her, and you kept it from me.”

That was a statement and not a question.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Dylan skulking back to wherever he had come from, hopefully, convinced that this was indeed due to hormones.

“Can we do this somewhere else?”

“Where? Outside with your friend Rebecca?”

He still couldn’t get his head around the fact that Layla would one day shift and become a wolf that most wolves feared. But to some extent, it settled his mind. It meant Layla would be able to defend herself. She’d be able to live without him.

“You need to stay calm. It’s not good for our son—”

“My daughter is fine,” Layla growled.

She said her daughter. Hers. He bit his lip and took that shot. She was angry and probably didn’t mean it. Or she probably did, considering she didn’t want to be with him, anyway.

He sighed and looked away from her angry gaze.

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