My breath comes out in pants, vision clearing up again. I’m convinced I almost passed out if not, did. Just now. Luke states down at me, his eyes still golden. His wolf had completely taken over as soon as we got here. He slips out of me, still very hard. Like everything we did just now had no effect in placating him. “Luke…” I whisper.His expression softens showing me he heard but that’s all the indication I get. He lifts me up to sit at the edge of the pool and just stares at me for a moment, as though deciding what to do next with me.Maybe he’s coming down from it and we’re leaving soon.“Luke—“ I start, but before I can complete my statement he pulls my legs to him tugging it up. A quick glance at me before he buries his face into me.“Oh fuck…” I whimper, my hand grabbing on to his hair. The sensations are too much for me to think straight. He grabs me from behind, tongue rolling against my hard bud, before diving straight into my arousal tongue stroking in and out.For a spl
I stand at the edge of the clearing, the cabin shrinking behind me as the weight of everything that has happened settles on my shoulders. The fresh scent of pine mingles with the cool morning air, but I can barely appreciate the beauty of the forest. My thoughts are too tangled, my emotions too raw.Luke is inside, probably still unpacking the supplies Callum brought. I should be in there with him, offering my help, my support, but I needed a moment to breathe. A moment to think.Or, more accurately, to feel the full brunt of my guilt.I press my hand against my chest, trying to ease the tightness that’s building there, but it’s no use. It’s like trying to stop a tidal wave with a bucket. The realization of what I’ve done—what I asked Luke to do all those years ago—crashes over me, relentless and unforgiving.I remember the day I asked him to keep our bond a secret. It had felt so necessary back then, so critical to keeping peace between the pack and my family. I was so scared of what
I sit on the worn couch in my parents’ living room, the soft hum of the ceiling fan doing little to ease the tension that clings to the air. My hands rest in my lap, fingers twisting together as I try to figure out what to say. I’ve been dreading this conversation since Luke and I returned, since everything came to a head. But it has to happen. It’s time to face the music, to own up to the choices I made and the consequences they’ve had.My mom sits across from me, her expression tight, her mouth set in that thin line she gets when she’s disappointed. My dad stands by the window, staring out at the backyard, his silence somehow more unnerving than anything else. The weight of their unspoken words presses down on me, and I feel like I’m suffocating under their quiet judgment.Finally, my mom speaks, her voice carefully measured, but I can hear the hurt beneath it. “Cheryl, do you have any idea what you’ve put us through? What have you put Luke through?”I wince at the raw edge in her t
The air is thick with anticipation as I stand outside my father’s cabin, Cheryl’s hand tightly clasped in mine. The sturdy wooden structure sits nestled among the tall pines, a place that’s always been a source of comfort and strength for me. But right now, it feels more like a battlefield.Dad’s the alpha of the Ravensong pack, and he’s never been one to mince words. I know he’ll have a lot to say about what happened, about how close I came to losing control, and about how Cheryl and I kept our bond hidden for so long. But more than anything, I’m nervous about how he’ll react to Cheryl. She’s human, and while the pack has accepted her, there’s a part of me that’s always worried about whether Dad would see her as strong enough to be by my side, especially after everything that’s happened.“Ready?” I ask, squeezing Cheryl’s hand for reassurance as much as to give it.She nods, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and nerves. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”Taking a deep breath, I
I sit on the porch of the packhouse, a mug of steaming tea cradled in my hands. The morning air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp leaves from last night’s rain. It’s peaceful here, the kind of peace I didn’t realize I needed until I found it. Or maybe, until Luke brought me here.My thoughts drift to the whirlwind of the past few days. The claim. Luke. My parents. It all feels like a dream, and yet, I’m wide awake. Every emotion, every word exchanged, is still raw and fresh in my mind. I take a slow sip of my tea, letting the warmth seep into me, trying to steady my thoughts.The door creaks open behind me, and I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. I can feel her presence even before she speaks.“Mind if I join you?” Raina’s voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if she’s unsure of her place at this moment. I glance over my shoulder, offering her a small smile. “Of course, I’d like that.”She steps out onto the porch, her own mug in hand, and settles into the
The sun is setting, casting a golden hue through the canopy of trees. It’s the perfect kind of evening—warm, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead. Cheryl and I have been walking for a while, just enjoying each other's company and the tranquility of the forest. The woods around us are familiar, comforting, and right now, they’re the perfect backdrop for what’s about to happen.We find a secluded spot, a little clearing that overlooks a small, serene pond. I stop and take a deep breath, savoring the moment. Cheryl is next to me, her hand casually resting against mine. The touch is electric, sending shivers up my spine.I glance at her, noticing the way the last rays of sunlight catch her hair, making it glow like spun gold. She looks at me with a playful glint in her eyes, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Nice spot,” she says, her voice a low, teasing purr. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”I chuckle, stepping closer and wrapping my arm around her waist.
The evening is calm, the soft hum of the movie playing in the background mixing with the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. Luke and I are nestled on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. It’s one of those rare, peaceful nights where the world outside feels distant, and it’s just the two of us.I try to shake off the unease from earlier today with Donnie. Our conversation had left me feeling conflicted, but Luke’s presence here, the warmth of his body against mine, helps to push those thoughts aside. “Is this okay?” Luke asks, his voice low and reassuring, as he adjusts the blanket around us.“It’s perfect,” I reply, snuggling closer. “Just us and a movie.”He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Good. I’ve missed these quiet nights with you.”I smile back, feeling content. We’ve picked a classic movie—something light and easy that doesn’t require too much mental energy. The film plays on, but my attention is more focused on Luke and the comforting rhythm of his breathi
The forest is eerily quiet as we move through the trees, the usual sounds of wildlife muted by the palpable tension in the air. I lead the pack with Callum and a few trusted members flanking me. The weight of the situation presses heavily on my shoulders, but I force myself to stay focused. The pack is relying on me, and I can't afford to falter.The bond with my packmates is still fraught with anxiety, but their resolve is strengthening with every step we take. I can feel their determination to protect what is ours, their collective will aligning with mine. Each member’s fear is counterbalanced by their fierce loyalty, and it's that loyalty that drives us forward.“Luke, up ahead,” Callum whispers, his voice low but urgent. “The scouts reported a possible camp nearby.”I nod, my senses sharpening as we approach the area. The air grows colder, and the scent of smoke becomes more pronounced. We slow our pace, moving with the stealth of predators. The presence of the hunters is a dark c