Sarah's POVMy heart was still racing as I stepped into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. The tension from the river lingered in my chest, making every breath feel too shallow and quick.Pressing a hand over my pounding heart, I whispered to myself, "What if it had been someone? What if they recognised Anderson and me?" The questions spiralled in my head, each one more terrifying than the last.The twig had not been broken by a person—it was a deer. For a brief moment, its wide, innocent eyes locked with mine before it darted back into the bushes.I let out a long, shaky breath and slumped onto my bed. I needed to end this. Whatever it was between Anderson and me, it had to stop permanently. Because if anything like today happened again, I was not sure I would be able to resist him. And that terrified me more than the idea of getting caught. I had to admit, his charm was irresistible even to someone like me, just as he had boasted.My mind betrayed me, flashing back to the r
Anderson's POVLying on my bed, I let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, still buzzing from the call with Sarah.She thought she could resist me? Adorable. The way her voice had wavered, the unspoken tension crackling between us—it was intoxicating. I had her exactly where I wanted her, and she knew it too.My mind drifted back to the river when she pulled my shirt over her nearly bare body—only her panties remaining—as she changed out of her dress to join me in the water, completely unaware of my hungry gaze.The sight of her reflection in the water had nearly ruined me. Her curves were nothing short of mesmerising and tempting—an hourglass figure that begged to be traced. Her breasts, full and impossibly firm, teased my imagination, making me ache to cup them, to feel their warmth before claiming them with my lips.I had planned to make her make the first move, to give her the illusion of control, but damn, the way she looked had pushed my patience to its limits. And with my cock alread
Sarah's POVWho the hell does this guy think he is, showing up at my doorstep, knocking like a maniac, demanding to see me—despite me making it very clear that I don’t want to?It has not even been a full twenty-four hours since our disastrous phone call, yet here he is.Since the only plan I had to stop him from blackmailing me with my secrets was not possible, I decided the best thing to do was stay away from him.Sure, it was a risk, knowing what he could do with them, but I was willing to bet he was only using it as leverage—to manipulate me into doing his bidding. If he actually intended to go to the police or whatever, he would have done it by now, especially with how many times I’ve refused him. I just hope I’m right.However, my neighbour made me rethink my decision when she shouted, "I don’t know who the fuck that asshole is, but if you don’t give him whatever he wants and make him leave, I swear to God, I’ll be the one calling the cops on both of you!"Sighing, I muttered a
Anderson's POVA few days had passed, yet, every time I recalled Sarah's facade of confidence that night, a smirk tugged at my lips.I could not believe she had the audacity to defy me because no one had ever dared to stand up to me after I issued a subtle or direct threat.Well, I had already put her in her place. Sooner or later, she’d regret that decision once things played out as I intended.Truth be told, I had no real plans of exposing her. If I did, I would have told Lucas by now. But I had to let her realise that I was still in control and that I always would be. That way, she would eventually give in to my demands, believing I was serious, which she had.Since then, she had been avoiding me like the plague. One time, we passed each other in the hallway, and she blatantly ignored my greeting. In class, she never met my gaze. It was amusing, really.Gliding effortlessly across the skating ground, I was lost in my own world, barely noticing anything around me—until the noise abr
Anderson's POVI thought my last encounter with Amber at the party would be the end of it, especially since she never reached out like she said she would. Honestly, I had forgotten all about her until she unexpectedly showed up at my school.I was just about to get into my car and head home when the tinted window of a sleek black Aston Martin rolled down, revealing her.She grinned at me like she owned the world."Hey, pretty boy. Miss me?"I chuckled in disbelief, shoving my hands into my pockets. "What do you think?""Well, I don't really know. But I do." She admitted, eyes twinkling with mischief.I smirked. "Should I say that's expected?"Her smile widened, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks when I asked her what she was doing here. "I'm here for you, of course."That threw me off."Me?" I scoffed, shaking my head."How did you even get in when you are not a student here?"She leaned on the steering wheel, lips curving in amusement. "I have my ways around here. Now, come on, ho
Anderson's POVAmber lay beside me, her skin still warm from the heat of the sex we had a short while ago.Her fingers drifted lazily across my chest, tracing invisible patterns.However, it was time to leave. Without a word, I sat up and reached for my clothes."What’s wrong?" she asked, the duvet clutched tightly against her chest as she sat up, her eyes searching mine.I pulled my shirt over my head, buttoning it casually. “What does it look like?”Then, I shot her a glance. “I’m leaving.”Her jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly composed herself and asked if I wasn't staying overnight.That actually made me laugh. "And why would I?"Her lips parted, then shut as if reconsidering her words."I just thought… since we have the mansion to ourselves…” she trailed off.Ah. So that was her plan all along. Clever. This was not just a random night of fun for her. The whole "we have the mansion to ourselves" thing made it clear this had been her plan all along, especially since it was susp
Author's POVThe grand dining hall of the Blackwood Pack's royal chamber was filled with the rich aroma of roasted venison and spiced root vegetables as Alpha Derek and his children had dinner.Axel cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke—not to anyone in particular, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear."By the way,” he said, his tone laced with mischief, “I invited an outsider to the forthcoming feast.”A sharp silence fell over the room, the only sound being the clatter of cutlery abruptly stilled as a collective glare was shot in his direction, disbelief written across every face.Alaric was the first to react.He scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? Tell me you are joking.”Axel smirked, unbothered. “I’m not.”Alaric let out a short chuckle. “Unbelievable. You never cease to amaze me.""Always messing around, never carrying himself like real royalty," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Axel and everyone to catch the jab.Alpha Derek
Anderson's POVThe Blackwood pack’s feast roared to life under the moon as the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine clung to the air, mingling with the raw, primal energy that made the night electric.Flames flickered from massive iron torches, casting shifting shadows across the open courtyard, where the pack members feasted like kings.A circle had formed in the center of the ground, where two werewolves clashed in a brutal duel.Unlike any other pack, every Blackwood Pack member born into their bloodline could shift into a full wolf at will—even without the pull of the full moon. They were the only pack in history with such an ability, a power that made them both feared and revered.The duel was more than mere entertainment; it was a fight for survival as the defeated werewolf crumpled to the ground, his body still.Then, a deep, jagged wound stretched from his collarbone to his ribcage, his chest heaving in weak, uneven breaths—until, at last, he moved no more. His throat had als
Anderson's POVThe Blackwood pack’s feast roared to life under the moon as the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine clung to the air, mingling with the raw, primal energy that made the night electric.Flames flickered from massive iron torches, casting shifting shadows across the open courtyard, where the pack members feasted like kings.A circle had formed in the center of the ground, where two werewolves clashed in a brutal duel.Unlike any other pack, every Blackwood Pack member born into their bloodline could shift into a full wolf at will—even without the pull of the full moon. They were the only pack in history with such an ability, a power that made them both feared and revered.The duel was more than mere entertainment; it was a fight for survival as the defeated werewolf crumpled to the ground, his body still.Then, a deep, jagged wound stretched from his collarbone to his ribcage, his chest heaving in weak, uneven breaths—until, at last, he moved no more. His throat had als
Author's POVThe grand dining hall of the Blackwood Pack's royal chamber was filled with the rich aroma of roasted venison and spiced root vegetables as Alpha Derek and his children had dinner.Axel cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke—not to anyone in particular, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear."By the way,” he said, his tone laced with mischief, “I invited an outsider to the forthcoming feast.”A sharp silence fell over the room, the only sound being the clatter of cutlery abruptly stilled as a collective glare was shot in his direction, disbelief written across every face.Alaric was the first to react.He scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? Tell me you are joking.”Axel smirked, unbothered. “I’m not.”Alaric let out a short chuckle. “Unbelievable. You never cease to amaze me.""Always messing around, never carrying himself like real royalty," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Axel and everyone to catch the jab.Alpha Derek
Anderson's POVAmber lay beside me, her skin still warm from the heat of the sex we had a short while ago.Her fingers drifted lazily across my chest, tracing invisible patterns.However, it was time to leave. Without a word, I sat up and reached for my clothes."What’s wrong?" she asked, the duvet clutched tightly against her chest as she sat up, her eyes searching mine.I pulled my shirt over my head, buttoning it casually. “What does it look like?”Then, I shot her a glance. “I’m leaving.”Her jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly composed herself and asked if I wasn't staying overnight.That actually made me laugh. "And why would I?"Her lips parted, then shut as if reconsidering her words."I just thought… since we have the mansion to ourselves…” she trailed off.Ah. So that was her plan all along. Clever. This was not just a random night of fun for her. The whole "we have the mansion to ourselves" thing made it clear this had been her plan all along, especially since it was susp
Anderson's POVI thought my last encounter with Amber at the party would be the end of it, especially since she never reached out like she said she would. Honestly, I had forgotten all about her until she unexpectedly showed up at my school.I was just about to get into my car and head home when the tinted window of a sleek black Aston Martin rolled down, revealing her.She grinned at me like she owned the world."Hey, pretty boy. Miss me?"I chuckled in disbelief, shoving my hands into my pockets. "What do you think?""Well, I don't really know. But I do." She admitted, eyes twinkling with mischief.I smirked. "Should I say that's expected?"Her smile widened, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks when I asked her what she was doing here. "I'm here for you, of course."That threw me off."Me?" I scoffed, shaking my head."How did you even get in when you are not a student here?"She leaned on the steering wheel, lips curving in amusement. "I have my ways around here. Now, come on, ho
Anderson's POVA few days had passed, yet, every time I recalled Sarah's facade of confidence that night, a smirk tugged at my lips.I could not believe she had the audacity to defy me because no one had ever dared to stand up to me after I issued a subtle or direct threat.Well, I had already put her in her place. Sooner or later, she’d regret that decision once things played out as I intended.Truth be told, I had no real plans of exposing her. If I did, I would have told Lucas by now. But I had to let her realise that I was still in control and that I always would be. That way, she would eventually give in to my demands, believing I was serious, which she had.Since then, she had been avoiding me like the plague. One time, we passed each other in the hallway, and she blatantly ignored my greeting. In class, she never met my gaze. It was amusing, really.Gliding effortlessly across the skating ground, I was lost in my own world, barely noticing anything around me—until the noise abr
Sarah's POVWho the hell does this guy think he is, showing up at my doorstep, knocking like a maniac, demanding to see me—despite me making it very clear that I don’t want to?It has not even been a full twenty-four hours since our disastrous phone call, yet here he is.Since the only plan I had to stop him from blackmailing me with my secrets was not possible, I decided the best thing to do was stay away from him.Sure, it was a risk, knowing what he could do with them, but I was willing to bet he was only using it as leverage—to manipulate me into doing his bidding. If he actually intended to go to the police or whatever, he would have done it by now, especially with how many times I’ve refused him. I just hope I’m right.However, my neighbour made me rethink my decision when she shouted, "I don’t know who the fuck that asshole is, but if you don’t give him whatever he wants and make him leave, I swear to God, I’ll be the one calling the cops on both of you!"Sighing, I muttered a
Anderson's POVLying on my bed, I let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, still buzzing from the call with Sarah.She thought she could resist me? Adorable. The way her voice had wavered, the unspoken tension crackling between us—it was intoxicating. I had her exactly where I wanted her, and she knew it too.My mind drifted back to the river when she pulled my shirt over her nearly bare body—only her panties remaining—as she changed out of her dress to join me in the water, completely unaware of my hungry gaze.The sight of her reflection in the water had nearly ruined me. Her curves were nothing short of mesmerising and tempting—an hourglass figure that begged to be traced. Her breasts, full and impossibly firm, teased my imagination, making me ache to cup them, to feel their warmth before claiming them with my lips.I had planned to make her make the first move, to give her the illusion of control, but damn, the way she looked had pushed my patience to its limits. And with my cock alread
Sarah's POVMy heart was still racing as I stepped into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. The tension from the river lingered in my chest, making every breath feel too shallow and quick.Pressing a hand over my pounding heart, I whispered to myself, "What if it had been someone? What if they recognised Anderson and me?" The questions spiralled in my head, each one more terrifying than the last.The twig had not been broken by a person—it was a deer. For a brief moment, its wide, innocent eyes locked with mine before it darted back into the bushes.I let out a long, shaky breath and slumped onto my bed. I needed to end this. Whatever it was between Anderson and me, it had to stop permanently. Because if anything like today happened again, I was not sure I would be able to resist him. And that terrified me more than the idea of getting caught. I had to admit, his charm was irresistible even to someone like me, just as he had boasted.My mind betrayed me, flashing back to the r
Sarah's POVI snapped my gaze away instantly, heat rushing to my cheeks.“What the hell are you doing?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible."Taking a swim, of course," Anderson replied.When I turned to look at him, that infuriating smirk was back in full force.Before I could say that I had not brought him here for that—just to talk and enjoy the river view—he dived in, slicing through the water with ease.When he resurfaced, droplets clung to his skin, trailing down his chest and abs. I could not help but stare, my mouth hanging open, as the sunlight danced across his wet skin, making him look even more ethereal.He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back like he was trying to tie it into a bun, revealing his strong brow and deep-set eyes.The way the water clung to his body, the way his muscles moved with every stroke—it was impossible not to admire him. He looked like Poseidon himself, commanding the waves.The water rippled around him as he swam toward the