Lauren's POV The news was on in the background, the chatter of the anchors blending with the occasional giggle from Abigail as she colored on the living room floor. I had half an ear on the TV, more focused on sorting through the mountain of laundry I’d been ignoring for days. But then a familiar
“Sophia,” he said, his voice shaking. “She… she’s awful. A horrible mom. She—she threatened me.” “What?” I leaned forward, my heart pounding. “She said if I didn’t do what she wanted, she’d…” His voice cracked, and he buried his face in his little hands. “Take your time,” I said softly, trying
Alexander's POV I stared at the phone in my hand, Lauren’s name still glowing on the screen. Her voice echoed in my mind, steady but brimming with restrained fury. “Owen needs to stay here for a while. He’s shaken, Alexander. And frankly, so am I.” Her tone had been calm on the surface, but I
Lauren's POV I could barely breathe. The sound of the newscaster’s voice buzzed in my ears as I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, eyes glued to the TV again. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get more hectic, the screen flashed with the image of Alexander, standing at a podium
I could control the narrative. “Yeah,” I muttered, a smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah, that could work.” Daphne nodded, her expression one of approval. “Exactly. You don’t have to play by anyone’s rules but your own.” I felt a surge of determination rush through me. This was the answer. I could
Lauren's POV The foundation event was in full swing, and I could feel the weight of the night pressing down on me. The clink of champagne glasses, the soft hum of conversation, and the steady rhythm of the music swirling around us. But none of it seemed to matter. All I could focus on was Liam—h
My heart twisted slightly, but I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t let myself feel guilty. Not when I had made it this far. Liam leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “You know, you’re really good at this. You make it look so effortless, I might believe you.” I turned my head
Sophia's POV All I could focus on was Alexander, even after I left him there with his little pet. His posture was stiff, unreadable, his eyes locked on Lauren and Liam, his jaw clenched with something I couldn’t quite name. Hurt? Anger? Confusion? It didn’t matter. What mattered was the mess and
“Wait, what?” I blinked, not entirely understanding. “What do you mean, not one of us?”Theo’s smirk grew. “Not one of your family’s pack, Abigail. There are some bloodlines stronger than others. Some are... legendary.”Owen and I shot eachother a wary glance. The moutain visit. Our blood.Owen’s fa
AbigailI was so ready to figure this mystery out.We were in our usual hideout—a massive fort constructed in our room, the pillows and cushions build tall and hide—filled to the brim with toys and light up by a small portable lap. It was my favorite place to vent about absolutely everything, and to
Worst of all, he was right.A sickening wave of guilt crashed over me. It wasn’t about him. It was me—my own weakness. The way I’d let everything spiral out of control, let myself be influenced and now…I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every unspoken word lodged in my throat. My lips parted,
Lauren Liam left with all the dramatics of a man who knew exactly how to piss off Alexander. A slow, taunting exit, the ghost of a smirk on his face like he had won something. He even had the audacity to wink.The second the door clicked shut, I felt it—the air shifting. Heavy. Charged.My head was
“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” Liam mused, his eyes flicking between us before landing squarely on me. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to wake up.”“Liam,” Alexander growled, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Get out.”“Sorry, can’t,” Liam said smoothly. “Business.”
LaurenPain.That was the first thing I registered. A dull, aching soreness that settled deep in my muscles like I had run a marathon, fought a war, and then been hit by a truck for good measure. My body felt...off. Like I wasn’t quite put together right, like my bones didn’t fit inside my skin prop
But she didn’t.Her teeth sank even deeper, and the pain spiked, blinding me for a moment. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, my body thrashing beneath her, trying to free myself without breaking her apart in the process.But it wasn’t enough.Her jaw deepened it’s hold on me, and I knew in a
AlexanderThe moment we hit the tree line, I shifted, my body snapping, twisting, reshaping in a way that should be painful but wasn’t. A familiar rush of heat, the pull of instinct taking over, and suddenly I was running on all fours—massive, powerful, my black fur blending into the night.Beside m
AlexanderThe moment I stepped into the clearing, I knew something was wrong.Lauren’s scent was thick in the air, but beneath it—beneath the sweat, the earth, the raw, electric energy—there was pain.And then I heard her scream.The sound gutted me.“What the hell is going on?” My voice boomed as I