"Fangs, Friends, and Fumbling Feelings." "What’s scarier—falling for your best friend or turning into a werewolf?” Dale thought coming out to his parents was the hardest thing he'd ever do. Then, he turned into a werewolf. With his best friend, Kirk—a self-appointed expert in bad advice and a fabulous wardrobe—by his side, Dale must navigate love, fur, and family drama… without biting anyone’s head off. All Dale had wanted was a little night out, but when a mysterious bite left him with strange urges and even stranger body hair, he realized his life just got much hairier. With his best friend Kirk, who’s more than happy to point out every supernatural misstep, Dale is plunged into a werewolf love triangle that pits him against tradition, transformation, and a particularly hunky alpha named Juke. As Dale fumbles through newfound powers (and fur), he has to figure out if love is worth the bite or if he’s doomed to be the next gay virgin martyr of the werewolf world. One thing’s for sure: Dale’s love life is about to get beastly! After a disastrous night out, Dale wakes up to find he’s gone from worrying about his rent to worrying about his claws. Now, with Kirk playing cheerleader and reluctant werewolf coach, Dale must decide between life as a lone wolf or rolling with the pack (and the ridiculously attractive alpha Juke). In this romcom packed with supernatural mishaps and laugh-out-loud twists, Dale learns that sometimes, love bites—and he just might like it.
View MoreChapter 23Juke's brother made light work of closing the gap between them, his movements fluid and predatory despite his friendly demeanor. The fluorescent lights caught the black streak in his hair, shorter than Juke's but no less striking.He gave Juke a hug that would have crushed human bones, the scent of pine and winter air clinging to his clothes. "Well, well, well, the prodigal son returns bringing with him 'Hell and Damnation.'" His laughter echoed through the now-quiet terminal as he slapped Juke on the back hard enough to make Dale wince. "So dear brother, you have a gay wolf, unfucking believable. You do know, you have made history here today."The tension in the air softened, though Dale could still feel the lingering electricity from the earlier confrontation, making his skin prickle. His wolf stirred, uncertain how to react to this friendlier version of Juke."Dale, this is Jazz, my twin," Juke said, his voice carrying a warmth Dale hadn't heard before. The family resemb
"Please refrain from calling my bride names," Juke said, drawing Dale closer and a little way behind him. The protective gesture sent warmth blooming through Dale's chest, his stomach doing a strange flip as he gazed at Juke with new eyes. Despite everything, Juke cared about him, about his feelings.Juke's father tilted his head to the side as if he didn't hear properly and wanted it repeated. "Your, what...you say?" Each word dripped with venom."You heard me, we are mated." Juke's chin lifted in defiance."I don't believe you," Juke's father snarled. He turned on Dale with frightening speed, grabbed the sleeve of the ski jacket Kirk had loaned him for the trip, and ripped it clean off. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in Dale's ears as the sleeve of the sweater and dress shirt underneath went with it.Dale's half sleeve ink was suddenly on display for everyone to see, and he he
Dale felt Juke's hand tighten on his arm as they reached the arrival lounge, the grip just shy of painful. His mate's fingers trembled slightly against his skin as they stopped short, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across Juke's suddenly pale face.He'd continued to drag Dale along with him after telling Paul to collect their bags and keep Kirk with him. The words were clipped and tense. He'd prefer to face his father without Kirk in tow—that much was crystal clear from the anxiety rolling off him in waves.The smell of coffee and pastries from nearby shops mixed with the sharp scent of fear-sweat coming from Juke made Dale's sensitive nose twitch. He could hear the rapid thudding of his mate's heart, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. The bustling crowd parted around them like water around a stone, giving them a clear view of the group waiting ahead.Dale sensed Juke's turmoil and waited patiently by his side, fighting the urge to fidget under the weight of unseen
Juke tilted his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed his eyelids with the heel of his palms. When he opened them again, his gaze fixed on Dale with laser focus."What is it your people say...you have yet another bug up your ass?" He rearranged his shopping bags between his legs, the plastic rustling with the movement."You're the bug in my ass." Dale hissed under his breath and slid down the seat, putting space between them. The vinyl squeaked beneath him as he moved. Juke grabbed his bags and scooted up to him, closing the gap with predatory intent."What is it I have not done this time? Did you not find Paul to be an adequate teacher while I shopped for souvenirs?""I didn't ask him anything. So I guess the answer is no. Why aren't you telling me the things I need to know?" Dale stared at Juke, willing him to understand the depth of his feelings—if the alpha wasn't already digging around in his head to hear it.His chest felt tight with all kinds of emotions, each one new and frighteni
Paul remained silent, his shoulders hunched as they made their way through the bustling airport. The wheeled suitcase trailed behind him, making a rhythmic clicking against the tile floor. Even as they went through check-in, Juke spoke for him, his deep voice carrying an edge of authority that made the staff snap to attention. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows under Paul's eyes, making him look even more miserable than he probably felt.Try as he might, Kirk couldn't get Paul to say anything. The usually chatty wolf only looked at him with sorrow-filled eyes, dimmed with distress, before darting a glance at Juke and lowering his gaze again. His fingers twitched at his sides as if fighting the urge to respond to Kirk's gentle prodding.The tension radiating from Paul was thick enough to choke on. Dale's wolf stirred restlessly under his skin, picking up on the distress of a packmate. He couldn't take it anymore."How long are you going to keep Paul like this?" Dale asked, tryin
Dale showered and changed in less than ten minutes. He didn't want Juke to come at him again. What a difference from the man that held him so tenderly the night before! He had sensed Juke's struggle with his gender. But did he have to call him a bitch boy? He guessed he deserved what Juke had done to him.To be fair, he had been resistant to believing he would turn into a werewolf on the next full moon, and if Kirk hadn't made things a lot clearer for him, he’d still be in denial—just like Juke said.The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, but he would.However, if Juke thought he was getting away with frightening the fuck out of him, he’d better think again. Dale didn't know when, and he didn't know how. But he wasn’t going to let this one go.Dale checked around his room, everything was as it should be. He picked up the ski jacket Kirk had given him, and ma
When the buzzer rang out, Dale picked up his bag, the handle creaking under his white-knuckled grip. "I'll get it!" he shouted to Kirk, his voice rough with emotion. He yanked open the door with enough force to make the hinges groan.There stood Juke and Paul, looking far too calm for Dale's liking. The sight of them only stoked the flames of his anger higher. Without warning, he tossed his bag straight at Juke's face, satisfaction coursing through him as it sailed through the air."Here take this, dickhead." The suitcase bounced off Juke's chest with a solid thud, but his alpha's reflexes were too quick—he caught it before it hit the ground. The confused look that crossed Juke's face as he turned to Paul only infuriated Dale more. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, caught between submission to its alpha and sharing its mate's rage."What did I do?" Juke asked Paul, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. Paul just stood there, eyes wide as saucers, looking between them lik
Back in his room, Dale sat on his bed, his hands covering his face, fingernails digging into his scalp as the reality of his situation crashed over him like a tidal wave of ice water.What the fuck?The taste of bile rose in his throat as Kirk's words echoed in his mind. His chest tightened with each ragged breath, and his skin crawled, knowing what lurked beneath it. The wolf. His wolf. The mere thought sent tremors through his hands.He knew Kirk wouldn't lie. The truth of it sat like lead in his gut—he would change into some loathsome snarling creature, his features twisted and distorted into something as ugly as fuck. Like the one he saw in his nightmare, all razor fangs and wild eyes. The image burned behind his eyelids, refusing to fade."Why me?" The words came out as a broken whisper. "Why did I always get the shit end of the stick?" His tears fell hot and fast, and he didn't try to stop them. The salt stung his lips as they dripped down his face.This was fucked up.His stoma
Wait a minute—hadn't Juke say only an alpha could change people to wolves? His venom would just kill them... Shit.What choice did he have? Go to Greenland with the hot guys, or stay here in the States and become a mass murderer—not by choice—through instinct.The truth was a bitter pill to swallow. There was no real choice in this. He had to go, whether he wanted to or not. Juke had claimed him, and if he ordered him to go with them, Dale knew he’d have a hard time trying to refuse his request. Did he even want to refuse?His mind wavered, battling stubbornness and practicality. He sat down heavily on the arm of the sofa, running a hand through his hair, the strands sticking up like a bird’s nest after all his nervous pacing. He let out a sharp exhale, staring at the floor.He was just being stubborn—and without good reason. What was the worst that could happen?I’d get a free skiing holiday out of it, he thought, trying to muster some humor to push through the rising panic. Then, un
The man’s kiss was clumsy and relentless, tasting of stale beer and desperation. His breath, warm and thick, assaulted Dale’s senses, leaving him fighting the urge to gag. He wished he'd never listened to Kirk.He should have trusted his instincts, stayed home, and avoided this dumpster fire of an experience. Instead, he’d ended up in a grungy restroom that smelled like mold, regret, and a hint of lemon-scented cleaner—though the cleaner wasn't working overtime.The man’s tongue darted like a fish flopping on dry land, and Dale was suddenly, desperately aware that this wasn’t how he’d imagined his first time.Dale pushed back, feeling trapped as the man’s lips pressed harder, his stubble scratching Dale’s skin with the delicacy of sandpaper. Panic rose in his chest, squeezing his lungs. He’d gone along with Kirk’s suggestion to hit up a seedy nightclub, hoping it’d take his mind off the awkwardness between them.Kirk was, after all, his best friend, even if he sometimes gave terrible
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