“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “How are you feeling about everything? The move, the kids...”I hesitated, swirling the wine in my glass, trying to find the right words. How was I supposed to feel? I didn’t know anymore. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “It’s a lot. But... it’s good, too. I mean, we
Lauren The smell of pine and fresh earth greeted me as I opened the window in my new room. Still, it was hard to think this view was mine again.The manner felt cold when we arrived—and yet, here I was, folding my favorite throw blanket over the edge of the bed and placing Abigail’s stuffed rabbit
One day, we were in the living room building a fort with all the cushions. Owen was in charge of the roof, and I was the “architect,” which meant I got to boss him around. We were laughing so hard that we didn’t hear Dad come in. His footsteps were always silent despite his size.“What are we defend
LaurenI knew Alexander was lying when he left.His gaze was the same but there was that hitch in his tone. The same one when he used to sneak off to see Sophia.Only this time, I couldn’t help but trail him.The winds that rustled through the towering pines seemed heavier than usual, carrying whisp
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m listening.”“Sure. You know, Lauren, I swear to—nope, not talking about that now. This is something I should say face to face. But since I’m not there, this will have to do.”There was a pause. I could hear him pacing on the other end of the line, the fa
LaurenThe movie played on the screen, a dull hum of sound and color, but I barely noticed. My gaze was fixed on the far end of the couch where Alexander sat, his posture deceptively relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the sofa.His dark hair, slightly tousled, caught the soft glow of the telev
AlexanderThe cool night air burned in my lungs as I ran, my legs pounding against the forest floor. The distant snarls and shouts carried on the wind, growing louder with each step. My blood boiled, anger simmering just below the surface.A fight within the pack. Again.I thought our last meeting h
The pack fell silent, the weight of his challenge pressing down on them like a physical force. Gabriel hesitated, his bravado faltering for a moment, but he recovered quickly.“I think we need a leader who isn’t torn between his pack and his personal life,” Gabriel said, his voice rising with the sh
“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