Emily wakes up one morning, trapped inside a Wattpad book she had read the previous night. She receives a message from the author informing her that it is her curse to relive everything in the story as one of the side characters because she criticized the book. Emily has to survive the story and put up with all the nonsense of the main character. The original book is a typical blueprint Wattpad werewolf story. Emily is thrown into this world as the main character's best friend, Catherine/Kate. There are many challenges and new changes to the story that makes thing significantly more difficult for Kate. Discover this world alongside Kate and see things from a different perspective. TW: Mentions of Abuse If you are a big fan of the typical "the unassuming girl is the mate of the alpha and so everything in the book resolves around that" book, this book is not for you. This is more centered around the best friend who is forgotten during the book because the main character forgets about her best friend due to her infatuation with the alpha boy.
View MoreA sharp sound rings through my ears. I groan in protest and my arm shoots to the nightstand. My eyes remain closed as my hand roams over the surface, trying to find my phone.
I finally open my eyes to scan the surface of the nightstand and grab my phone, turning the alarm off.
Why would I set an alarm for 06:00?
A text appears on the screen, but I ignore it since it is from an unknown number.
I throw the phone on the bed before I let out a heavy sigh.
As I get up, my eyes dart from the floor back to the bed.
Where am I?
This is not my bed. And this is definitely not my room.
The phone vibrates with another message from the same unknown number. I look around the room and blink a few times, just to make sure that I wasn't still dreaming.
The last thing I remember is falling asleep on my bed in the dorm.
Is this a joke?
The phone vibrates for the third time. I snatch the phone from the bed and open the messages.
Welcome Emily
Since you hated my book so much and critiqued it, I'll allow you to make the changes to improve my book.
See if you can do better xxx
Book? What book?
I rub my eyes, making my way over to the window in confusion. I peek through the curtains.
The sun has just started to rise, but this is not London. Where the hell am I?
"Catherine, are you up honey?" I slowly turn around and step back, stumbling against the window when I see a woman standing at the door.
She comes closer, concern clear in her eyes. She places her hand on my forehead with a frown.
"Are you all right?" she asks with a strong British accent. Cockney, the same accent I have. I open my mouth to start asking questions, but she interrupts me.
"Darling, I know you are probably stressed for the first day of your senior year. I had to drink something to calm my nerves. Do you want something to calm your nerves?" She laughs and squeezes my arm.
I can't tell if she is joking.
"You'll be fine,” she says with a wink. I give her a half-smile and she turns to leave, shutting the door behind her.
Wait, come back. I wouldn't mind having something to calm my nerves.
I pace around the room and rub my eyes. The messages pop up in my head and I scoff. I survived high school and now I have to go back. That is a pretty shit deal. Hopefully, I will wake up from this nightmare before I get to school.
I open the closet doors and my jaw drops. A walk-in closet!
I look around the room once again, trying to comprehend what is happening. The large room has a bed located in the middle. There is a large desk in one of the corners and the bathroom is across the room, on the opposite side of the closet.
I enter the walk-in closet, a smile spreading across my face. I have always dreamt of a walk-in closet. Oh, and the clothes are sorted according to color. This must be a dream.
I walk around in the closet, my hands trailing over the clothes.
"I'll drop you off at Allison's, but just for today since it is your last first day of high school. So, you have to finish up if you want don't want to be late." The woman calls from downstairs.
Allison, Allison, Allison. Why does the name sound so familiar?
I quickly grab black cargo pants and a beige blouse. I admire whomever this closet belongs to because they have impeccable fashion taste. These are the types of clothes I would wear if I had any money.
Once I have tucked the blouse into the high-waisted pants, I walk to the mirror.
As soon as I see my reflection, I drop the ankle boots with a loud thud.
"Bloody hell!" I nearly fall over as I see, what I can only assume to be, my reflection.
Allison, Allison, Catherine, Ally and Kate . . . You've got to be joking. This can't be real.
I laugh in disbelief when I realize what had happened.
I am stuck in that stupid W*****d book I read last night.
And I'm not even the main character.
I pull my fingers through the long, dark brown hair. The eyes are almost the same color. This is a nice body, fit to say the least.
I run to the bathroom to finish up and laugh again when I see my reflection. I cannot believe it. How is this possible?
I pick my boots up and throw a pair of socks in one and a hairbrush in the other.
The woman, who I figured out had to be Catherine's mother (well done Sherlock), starts the car when I get in. She drives out of the driveway and I stare at the setting for a moment.
Now, this is something that I would classify as your typical small W*****d town. Trees surround the road with a house here and there. This is nothing like London.
I put my boots on and brush a bit too aggressively through the long hair. This is exactly why I keep my hair in a bob.
"There are two muffins on the back seat along with the emergency make-up kit. Is everything okay, darling?" she asks, her voice tinted with worry.
I reach to the back and grab the make-up kit.
"No, everything is not fine," I huff out as I apply the foundation to my face, trying to avoid eye contact with myself in the mirror.
Catherine's mother keeps her eyes on the road as she pats my leg.
"You will survive, just breathe." She keeps her hand on my leg as I focus on my mascara.
Luckily, Catherine and I are not too different. I'm grateful for the emergency kit. I nod my head in response to her mother.
I finish my make-up with a tad bit of bronze eyeshadow just as we arrive at Allison's home. I grab the muffins, hug Catherine's mother, and give her a peck on the cheek.
"Bye, uhm, mum," I close the car door and wave to her before I walk toward a girl standing on the sidewalk.
That can be none other than the W*****d main character, Allison. You can smell the main character on her. The pale and boring girl.
I have to give credit to the author. This is the perfect embodiment of every W*****d girl who is the mate of the smashing alpha. I can already tell she has a wonderful personality.
I stop in front of the girl and scrunch my nose in disgust. What is she wearing? No wonder she gets bullied, all dressed up like that.
She smiles at me and I notice her striking blue eyes (I didn't have a choice, okay, it was the author's choice). I cough out my laugh at the memory of all those y/n stories.
"Want a muffin?" I ask her while I hold the muffin out to her. She takes the muffin and mumbles a thanks.
We start to walk, but I stop her. I cannot allow her to go to school dressed like that. It would be a violation of some sort.
"What- what is wrong?" she asks, her voice sounding almost fake.
I sigh and close my eyes to compose myself.
"You cannot go to school like this." I gesture to her whole outfit. "At least, let me help with this." I hand her my muffin and pull some strands of her pale brown hair from her low ponytail.
I lean back to check if she looks more presentable. She still looks horrible, but her hair looks better.
I nod my head and we start to walk again.
She starts to blabber about something she did this holiday, but I ignore her, trying to figure out how this possibly could have happened.
I am going to kill Gwen when I get out of this book.
Jake has never loved anything the way he loves her.From the moment he first saw her, mouth set in a scowl, calling Tyler an asshole for being a dick to Allison, he knew she was different. She wasn’t afraid of them. Of him. And when she nearly tripped in Art class, he caught her. His hands steadying her waist. That was when it hit him.Mate.He ignored it. Pushed it down. But he felt it, deep in his bones, something undeniable and terrifying all at once. He tried to stay away, tried not to look at her, but Kate was Kate. She was impossible to ignore. He remembers her at that party, wearing something that made his chest feel tight, the way she swung at Max without hesitation. He helped her clean up afterward.He remembers giving her his black leather jacket, the way she wore it like she was meant to, like it belonged to her more than it ever did to him. The way she clutched it around herself when she was cold, breathing in his scent like it was her favorite thing in the world. He rem
Emily jolted awake.Her heart was pounding. Her breath coming too fast as her hands clenched so tight in the sheets that her knuckles ached. Her chest heaved, lungs dragging in air like she’d been drowning in her sleep. Her alarm was blaring. For a moment, she couldn’t move. It took her a moment to register where she wasThe room was still dark, the faint glow of London’s streetlights seeping through the curtains.Her dorm. London. The familiar walls, the soft hum of city traffic outside her window, the faint scent of her vanilla candle still lingering from the night before.Not the cold ground soaked in blood. Not Jake screaming for help.She was finally home.Kate. Emily sat up so fast she almost knocked over the half-empty tea cup on her nightstand. Her fingers fumbled as she grabbed her phone, unlocking it with shaking hands.Did she die?Did Kate die?Her thumb tapped the Wattpad app, breath caught somewhere in her throat. The screen loaded slowly, the WiFi deciding now of all
The ground is cold beneath me. I feel it pressing against my back, the rough bite of dirt and leaves. But it doesn’t hurt. Nothing does. There’s just a strange and heavy sensation in my chest, like someone has reached inside and stolen the air from my lungs.I hear Jake before I see him.Not his voice. His snarl.It doesn’t sound human. It doesn’t even sound werewolf. It’s something deeper, darker, like the embodiment of every nightmare, every fear, every unholy thing clawing its way to the surface.And then. Blaire’s screams.This is different. This is fear. Raw. Terrified. Begging.“Jake. Jake, please! Wait—”The sound that follows is wet. A sickening crack. A choked gurgle.Then silence.I stare up at the sky, feeling the edges of my vision flicker. The stars look sharper than usual, like someone took a knife to the sky and carved them out. I wonder if that means I’m dying.Jake is there.I don’t even register him moving. One second, he was ripping Blaire apart. The next, he’s abo
The battle rages on around me, the scent of blood thick in the air and it mixes with the damp earth beneath my boots. My breath is ragged and my arms aching, but I keep moving. I have to find Jake.Gunfire cracks in the distance, each shot sending a sharp jolt through my body. The screams, the growls, the clash of metal against flesh. It all forms a deafening, chaotic symphony that threatens to drown me. I shove through the dense trees as my eyes dart between the shifting shadows. I squint my eyes when I see a figure on the ground.Bianca.My stomach drops. Blood pools beneath her, seeping into the dirt. I rush forward and fall to my knees beside her. Her breathing is shallow, her hands weakly pressing against the wound in her abdomen."Shit," I mutter, tearing at my gear, my fingers fumbling for the small vial of antidote Wes gave me.The forest blurs. The air thickens, the sound of battle dulls into something distant, something unimportant. In its place, I hear another voice. A me
The explosion tears through the forest, a burst of heat and fire erupting in the darkness. The shockwave slams into me like a physical force and knocks the air from my lungs. The ground trembles beneath my feet as flames roar to life, licking up the trees.The blast illuminates the night in an instant, casting flickering shadows. The pack scatters, dodging falling embers and diving for cover as smoke curls into the air.For a split second, there’s nothing but ringing in my ears. Muffled shouts. The distant snap of branches. The crackling of fire eating through the dry leaves.The sharp crack of bullets pierces the chaos, but the pack is ready. They move like shadows, weaving between trees and bushes. A hunter barely has time to react before Tyler slams into him and takes him to the ground with a growl.Jake’s hand slips from mine as he launches himself forward. I watch him transform as he runs to the nearest hunters. I stay low, keeping myself hidden behind the undergrowth. My heart
The pack house is buzzing with quiet, focused energy when Jake and I step inside. Every single person is here. Some are standing in tense groups while others are sitting with protective gear. The air is thick with anticipation.Across the room, Allison and Tyler are deep in conversation with a small group. Among them, Oliver and Bianca stand slightly apart, listening intently.Oliver notices me first. His gaze flickers in my direction and I give him a small smile, lifting my fingers in a wave. He hesitates before nodding back with a slight smile.Jake keeps walking, guiding me toward the far end of the room, where Wes is hunched over a makeshift lab setup. His hands move quickly, mixing liquids, analyzing samples. He is so focused he barely registers us approaching.“How close are you?” Jake asks.Wes exhales sharply. “Very.” He doesn’t look up, instead pointing to a row of vials in front of him. “I’ve narrowed it down, but I need fresh human blood to test the final component.”“Take
The drive to the pack’s hideout is quiet, the hum of the engine blending with the distant sounds of the night. The road twists through dense forest, barely visible from the main highway. It’s a place only a few know about, tucked away behind thick trees and old, winding paths. I do not think I would be able to find it again on my own. Jake drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on my hand which is on his thigh. My thumb moves in slow circles and he has a soft smile on his lips. By the time we pull up to the hidden pack house, my heart feels heavier. Jake parks in a concealed spot near the pack house. I unzip the bag on my lap and take out Jake’s clothes before getting my own. I place the bag back on the ground, careful not to wrinkle my dress. It’s ridiculous, really/ Considering everything we’ve just done, you’d think I wouldn’t care so much about keeping it pristine. But I do.Jake just watches, his lips twitching in that quiet but amused way of his.“What?”
I sigh in content as I press my forehead to Jake, still catching my breath. His hands are steady on my hips. He is holding me like he’s in no rush to let me go.“All right,” I mumble, shifting slightly. “I should probably get off now.” Jake just hums, but he makes no move to help.I try again and pushes lightly against his chest, but my legs feel like jelly. Plus, the position is… not ideal for an easy exit. I let out a soft huff. “Jake.”He lets out a quiet laugh as his hands move from my waist and place them under my thighs. Then, with zero effort, he picks me up and moves me onto the passenger seat like I weigh nothing.“Show off,” I mutter, adjusting my dress.He smirks and runs a hand through his hair. “You were taking too long.”I just shake my head, but there’s a grin tugging at my lips. I glance down at my thigh before I grab a tissue from my purse.“Lovely,” I say flatly. “Thanks for that.”Jake leans his head back against the seat, watching me with that quiet amusement. “Y
We move quickly but quietly toward Jake’s truck, my heart pounding in my chest. The night air is cool against my skin, but it does nothing to calm the heat inside me. We hurry into the truck and Jake starts the engine before he maneuvers the truck toward the farthest corner of the parking lot.The moment he shifts into park, his lips are on mine again. I sigh into the kiss as my hand moves over his chest to settle on his neck. His hands roam my waist before he pulls me onto his lap, making me gasp.“Jake,” I scold between kisses, pressing my hands to his chest. “Be careful with the dress.”He chuckles, low and deep, his breath warm against my neck. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, fingers tracing the fabric slowly before he lifts it just enough.A giggle escapes me as he shifts my underwear aside. His touch sends shivers up my spine. “I’ve never done this in a car before,” I admit, breathless. The space feels both thrilling and awkward, the newness of it making me giddy.“I’ll take care o
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