Ethan Donovan's world was shattered when his ex-lover Liam abruptly walked out, leaving him to pick up the pieces. Just when he thought he was finally moving on, an unwelcome invitation to Liam's wedding arrives, shattering the fragile peace Ethan had so painstakingly rebuilt. Determined to reclaim his dignity, Ethan hatches a plan - he will attend the wedding with a fake boyfriend in tow, a charming distraction to make his ex jealous and prove he's thriving. Enter Riley Bennett, Ethan's mysterious and alluring new neighbor, who agrees to play the part. As their pretend romance blossoms, an undeniable spark ignites between the two men. But Riley is harboring a dangerous secret - he is a werewolf, and his past is quickly catching up to him. When Ethan discovers Riley's true nature, his world is turned upside down. "You're a werewolf? And you didn't think I deserved to know?" Ethan's voice trembles, his emotions a storm of betrayal and confusion. Riley steps closer, his tone laced with regret. "I was trying to protect you, Ethan. I didn't want this life to touch you, but now...I can't lose you either." As the threat of Riley's past looms, Ethan must decide whether he can trust this enigmatic man and embrace this new, extraordinary reality, or if he should walk away for good, even if it means shattering his own heart.
View More22RileyI headed back to my room after Ethan went to get ready. It hit me that I still hadn’t decided what to wear. Sure, tonight was all about Ethan, but I couldn’t exactly show up looking like I’d just rolled out of bed. The clothes I bought with him were still in the bag on my chair. I pulled them out and held the shirt up to my chest in the mirror. It was nice—sleek, fitted, and way classier than my usual vibe. Perfect for tonight. Still, I was feeling a little... stressed. It wasn’t just about Ethan pulling this off; it was about me not screwing it up. What kind of friend would I be if I let him down now? I quickly got dressed, the jeans fitting just snug enough to make me wonder if I’d eaten too much pizza lately. The shirt, though, was a winner. When I buttoned it up and gave myself a once-over, I had to admit I looked decent. Not that it mattered. “Alright, Riley,” I muttered to myself, pacing my room as I pulled on my shoes. “You’re here to help Ethan, not to stress
21EthanI said goodbye to Riley and headed back to my apartment next door. The moment I stepped inside, the nerves hit me again like a freight train. My chest felt tight, my palms were sweaty, and my mind was racing with every possible way this could go horribly wrong.I paced back and forth in my tiny living room, unable to sit still. My anxiety had reached the point where I was gnawing on my fingernails—a nasty habit I couldn’t seem to break when I was extremely stressed. I hated how I always spiraled like this.Luna, my gray cat, rubbed against my feet, purring softly. Normally, she was a calming presence, but right now, I couldn’t deal with her either. “Not now, Luna,” I muttered, gently pushing her away with my foot.She let out an indignant screech before swiping at my ankle with her claws. “Ow! Luna!” I yelped, glaring at her as a stinging scratch appeared on my skin. She hissed at me, tail flicking angrily, before darting off into my bedroom.“Fine! Be like that!” I shouted a
20EthanThe moment Riley suggested we practice one last time for Liam’s wedding, I was hit with a mix of excitement and soul-crushing nerves. This was my plan—a ridiculous, dramatic, borderline petty plan—but still my plan. And Riley, my next-door neighbor-turned-partner-in-crime, had been nothing but patient, which made me feel a little guilty about dragging him into this.“Ethan,” Riley said, his voice calm and steady, as always. “You’re spiraling again.”“No, I’m not,” I muttered, pacing back and forth in his living room. “I’m… processing.”“You’re panicking,” he corrected, stepping in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders. His touch was firm but grounding. “Stop stressing yourself out. We’ve got this.”I stared at him, trying to let his confidence seep into me. Riley was always like this—calm, collected, like he had everything under control. It was infuriating and comforting all at once.“Fine,” I sighed, shrugging his hands off. “Let’s go through it again. From the t
19RileyI hadn’t meant for Ethan to notice. Hell, I hadn’t meant to do it. The coffee table incident was a slip, plain and simple—a stupid mistake caused by nerves and too much pent-up energy. But when I saw the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of questions, I knew I’d messed up.Now, as Ethan sat across from me on the couch, his brows furrowed in that annoyingly determined way, I could feel the tension hanging heavy in the air. My wolf instincts, normally buried deep beneath layers of control, were buzzing—restless, heightened, and far too attuned to him.When he’d brushed my hand earlier, just the lightest touch, it was like a spark had shot through me. Not the kind of spark you’d get from static electricity—no, this was something deeper. Primal.And that was the problem.I couldn’t afford to let my wolf instincts take over, not here, not with him.“Better left alone,” I’d said. It was true—my secrets weren’t just mine to keep. They were a matter of survival. For me. For my
18EthanAs I left Riley’s apartment, my mind still buzzed with everything that had happened. The image of him lifting the coffee table with one hand played on a loop, and his words—sharp, vulnerable, defensive—were etched in my memory.But for now, I needed a break.My house was just next door, a small but cozy place I’d called home for the past three years. As soon as I unlocked the door, Luna, my fluffy gray tabby, bolted toward me, meowing in her usual dramatic way.“Hey, Luna,” I greeted, bending down to scoop her up with one hand, my other hand holding the small bag of clothes I’d brought from Riley’s. She purred immediately, nuzzling her head against my chest.“You missed me, huh?” I said softly, stroking her head. Her soft fur was a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed until now.I kicked the door shut behind me and locked it, still cradling Luna as she settled into my arms like royalty. “You wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had,” I muttered, heading toward the living room.Luna
17EthanThat night, as Riley and I spread out the wedding essentials across his coffee table, I found myself watching him more closely than usual. It wasn’t intentional at first, but something about the way he moved caught my attention. He was quick, deliberate, like he already knew where everything belonged before I even voiced a preference.“Pass me the cufflinks,” I said, holding out a hand.Riley didn’t even glance up from the pile he was sorting. He slid them across the table toward me, perfectly aligned with my fingers. “Already ahead of you,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips.I stared at him for a beat longer than I should have. “How did you…?”“Intuition,” he replied, his tone light as he picked up a tie and began folding it. “You’re predictable, Ethan.”“Predictable?” I scoffed, grabbing the cufflinks. “I’ll have you know I’m full of surprises.”Riley snorted, giving me a sidelong glance. “Sure you are. Like the time you ‘surprised’ me by ordering the exact same c
16Ethan Two days later, it was already the eve of Liam’s wedding, and I was on edge. Liam—my *ex*. My *cheating* ex. The thought of seeing him again, surrounded by people who had no idea what he’d done, made my chest tighten like I couldn’t catch my breath. What if he saw through this charade? What if Riley and I weren’t convincing enough? What if…?The spiral of *what-ifs* consumed me all morning at work. Thankfully, Jonathan wasn’t there to make things worse. He’d claimed he had a cold, but I knew better. It was Friday, and Jonathan loved to take advantage of our shorter workdays. Still, my distraction was obvious enough that Clara had to snap me out of it more than once.“Ethan!” she called sharply, leaning over the edge of my cubicle. “Are you even listening to me?”I blinked, shaking my head to clear it. “Sorry, what?”Clara sighed, crossing her arms. “I said everything’s going to be fine. Stop working yourself into a panic over this wedding. You’ve got a solid plan, and Riley
15Riley’s POV The studio faded into the background as I walked out into the cold air of the city. My thoughts churned, still caught on Carson. Rogues didn’t just show up out of nowhere—especially not ones who reeked of calculation. Whatever his game was, I’d figure it out. For now, though, I had something else to focus on: Ethan. I checked my phone, rereading his text from earlier. He wanted to come over tonight to practice. Just thinking about spending time with him sent a warm flicker through the storm of tension in my chest. Practice might’ve been his priority, but I couldn’t help but feel a little selfish. The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention… the way his knee had brushed mine last night, lingering just long enough to make my pulse jump—he wasn’t as oblivious as he tried to act. And Ava? She’d caught on too. Her teasing only fueled my suspicion that Ethan felt *something*. Not that I was about to push him. Ethan had walls thicker than a st
Riley’s POV The studio buzzed with quiet energy, a mix of faint chatter, the hum of studio lights, and the click of camera shutters. This was my favorite time of day—the calm before the chaos, when the shoots hadn’t quite kicked into high gear yet, and I could just *be*. Greg’s deep voice echoed from across the room, calling out to one of the interns. “Hey, Cass, adjust that backdrop! The light’s catching wrong on the edge.” He turned toward me, raising an eyebrow as I leaned against one of the steel support beams, fiddling with the settings on my camera. “Riley, you good?” he asked, his tone gruff but familiar. “Always,” I replied with a grin, lifting the camera to my eye to frame a test shot. “Just tweaking for the morning lineup. Who’s first?” “Some big-shot exec who thinks he’s the next GQ model,” Greg said, rolling his eyes. “Just get him to smile without looking like he’s passing a kidney stone, yeah?” I chuckled, already picturing the awkward stiffness I’d have to c
Chapter One: The InvitationEthan's POVI didn’t expect much when I opened the mail that morning. Bills, maybe a flyer for a local pizza joint, or yet another notice from my landlord about “building improvements” that never actually happened. But when I saw HIS name on the envelope, my breath caught. Liam Carter. My ex-boyfriend. With shaky hands, I ripped it open, and there it was—a wedding invitation, embossed in gold foil and scented with some absurdly expensive cologne he used to wear. My eyes skimmed the elegant calligraphy, but the words blurred as my mind raced. Liam Carter and Owen Taylor request the pleasure of your company at their wedding.Three months. Three measly months since we broke up after a three-year relationship, and he was already tying the knot? My stomach churned, bile rising at the thought. My first reaction was disbelief. Then rage. How long had he been planning this? How long had Owen been in the picture? Was it even possible to fall in love and plan ...
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