The clock on the classroom wall ticked loudly, its sound amplified by the suffocating silence. Nicola James sat in the back corner, her chair slightly askew to keep her distance from the other students. Not that anyone wanted to be close to her. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, flickering every now and then, but no one else seemed to notice. Crescent Moon High was old, the kind of school where the lockers stuck, the cafeteria food tasted like cardboard, and the faint smell of mildew lingered no matter how many times they cleaned.Nicola glanced at the clock again. Two minutes until the bell. Two minutes until she could blend into the crowd, slip through the hallways unnoticed, and finally escape the judgmental stares that followed her everywhere. Two minutes until she could retreat into the safety of her own mind.The teacher’s voice droned on, his monotone explanation of algebra formulas fading into the background. Nicola’s gaze drifted to the window. The late autumn s
The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as Nicola followed Chloe and Theo to the bleachers. The air was crisp, filled with the mingling scents of pine and damp earth, a constant reminder of the pack lands that surrounded Crescent Moon High. Nicola pulled her hoodie tighter around herself, as though the soft fabric could shield her from the noise, the people, and the weight of her own thoughts.The field was alive with activity, a kaleidoscope of movement and sound. Cheerleaders in glittering uniforms danced energetically on the sidelines, their pom-poms shimmering under the bright stadium lights. The band perched at the edge of the stands, their instruments gleaming, occasionally bursting into short, triumphant tunes that sent the crowd into a frenzy. Students packed the bleachers, a sea of Crescent Moon High colors waving banners and shouting encouragements. The air buzzed with the collective energy of the pack, an unmistakable pulse of unity that Nicola felt disconnected fr
After the game, Nicola found herself swept up in Chloe and Theo’s relentless enthusiasm. She had protested all the way to Theo’s car, but her friends had brushed off her excuses as if she’d been saying she didn’t like chocolate.“You’ll be fine,” Chloe said for the hundredth time as they drove toward the Blackstone mansion. “It’s just a party, Nic. No one’s going to bite you.”“Speak for yourself,” Theo quipped with a sly grin, adjusting his rearview mirror.Nicola groaned, leaning her forehead against the window. She didn’t belong at a party like this. The Blackstone house wasn’t just any house; it was a symbol of power and wealth, the seat of the Crescent Moon Pack’s Alpha family. Everyone who mattered in the pack would be there. Everyone except her.The Blackstone mansion loomed ahead like something out of a gothic fairy tale. Perched on a hill overlooking the pack lands, the sprawling estate was more castle than home. High stone walls framed a grand entrance, and glowing lights sp
The first scent hit her like a lightning strike - warm, musky, and intoxicatingly familiar. Her wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling in the back of her mind, waking from its deep slumber. The connection was immediate, like a spark that ignited something ancient and primal within her. It was him - them.Her fingers slipped, the glass of punch she had been holding tumbling from her hand and shattering on the floor with a loud crack. Her breath caught, the sound of the glass breaking drowned out by the sudden rush of blood pounding in her ears.“Nic?” Chloe’s voice was distant, a blur against the ringing in her head.Nicola turned slowly, her body stiff, her mind fighting against the instinct to flee - -or worse, to run towards them. Her gaze moved across the room, drawn as if by an invisible force, until her eyes landed on the three figures standing at the edge of the party, barely visible through the crowd.Damien. Dylan. Dean.The Blackstone triplets.They stood as one, their bodies exu
Nicola’s footsteps echoed through the stillness of the night as she ran, her body moving on autopilot. She didn’t know exactly where she was going, but the pull in her chest, the sudden surge of energy from the bond, drove her forward, deeper into the woods. The darkness closed in around her like a blanket, muffling the sound of her labored breath and the rapid beat of her heart.The scent of the triplets lingered in the air, warm and intoxicating - earthy, wild, and unmistakably theirs. It seemed to weave through the trees, twisting and curling around her like an invisible thread. She could almost taste it on her tongue, a sharp tang of desire and danger, and it made her wolf stir restlessly inside her.No, no, no, Nicola’s mind screamed. I can’t do this. I can’t.But her body betrayed her.With every step, the pull of the bond grew stronger. Her wolf, always a silent presence at the back of her mind, clawed to the surface, urging her to turn back, to go to them. It was a primal, ins
Her heart fluttered in her chest as she tried to push the overwhelming urge away. But it was impossible. The pull of the bond had her in its grip now, its force undeniable, its magnetism more powerful than she had ever imagined. She didn’t want this - didn’t want them. But her wolf, her body, was a different story.The bond was a living thing. It was her now.Nicola took another step back, her chest tightening. “I can’t be with you,” she said, her voice more forceful now, though she could feel it wavering. “I’m an Omega. I’m not good enough for you.”Damien’s expression softened just slightly, but his eyes remained dark and intense. He reached forward, capturing her chin with a firm but gentle hand, guiding her gaze back to his.“You are everything we need, Nicola. Everything we’ve always wanted.” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the touch soft but with a clear possessiveness beneath it. “We don’t care that you’re an Omega. You are our mate. And no matter how much you fight it,
Nicola’s chest heaved as she stood there, surrounded by the triplets. Her lips were still tingling from their kisses, her body thrumming with the bond that pulsed between them. She knew she should be afraid, overwhelmed by the intensity of what was happening, but instead, a deep, primal need was unfurling inside her - a need she could no longer deny.Her gaze locked with Damien’s, and she reached out, her trembling fingers brushing against his hand. He stilled at her touch, his dark eyes searching hers.“I…” Nicola hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, with a surge of courage, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Come with me.”The air in the room grew heavier as the triplets exchanged a glance. They didn’t need words to understand her meaning. Without hesitation, Damien nodded, allowing her to lead him, and the other two followed close behind.Nicola’s house was modest, the hallway narrow, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the warmth of Damien’s hand in hers, th
Her frustration was short-lived as Dylan and Dean moved in, their hands and mouths working in tandem to keep her on the precipice. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was designed to stoke the fire within her, drawing her higher and higher but never letting her fall.Nicola whimpered, her nails digging into Damien’s shoulders as the sensation became almost too much to bear. “Please,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “I can’t…”“Yes, you can,” Dylan said, his voice soft but firm. He kissed the corner of her mouth, his golden eyes filled with a mix of desire and devotion. “Just trust us.”She nodded, her body trembling as they continued their slow, deliberate assault on her senses. Every nerve was alive, her skin buzzing with the electricity of their bond. And then, finally, they let her tip over the edge.Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching as the pleasure coursed through her. But even as she came undone, the triplets didn’t stop. They held her, steadi
Nicola stood at the edge of the training grounds, her arms crossed as she watched the pack warriors spar under Damien’s supervision. The crisp morning air carried the sounds of grunts, the clash of practice weapons, and the occasional barked instruction.Today wasn’t about combat for her, though. Today was about diplomacy - an entirely different kind of battle.Alpha Marcus had called a meeting with neighboring packs to discuss recent rogue activity. Nicola’s presence had been specifically requested - not just as a representative of the Crescent Moon Pack but as a future Luna in training.The weight of that expectation settled heavily on her shoulders.“Penny for your thoughts?” Dean’s voice interrupted her spiraling worries.She turned to find him leaning casually against a tree, his easygoing smile doing little to mask the concern in his eyes.“Just wondering how many ways I can screw this up,” Nicola admitted with a wry smile.Dean shook his head. “You’re not going to screw it up.
The morning sunlight streamed through Nicola’s bedroom window as she sat at her desk, trying - and failing - to focus on her biology textbook. Her mind wandered, replaying the previous day’s events at the park. For the first time, she felt like she wasn’t just surviving in the pack but starting to belong.Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts.Emily: Morning! Study session today at the library? A bunch of us are meeting at 4. Hope to see you there!Nicola hesitated. Yesterday had been... good. Better than she expected. But part of her still questioned whether this budding camaraderie was genuine or just a phase.“Everything okay?” Dean’s voice broke through her thoughts as he appeared in her doorway, his presence steady and reassuring.Nicola glanced at him, debating how much to share. “Emily invited me to a study session at the library.”Dean raised an eyebrow. “And you’re thinking about going?”“I don’t know,” Nicola admitted. “It’s hard to tell if they actually want me th
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the school’s tall windows as Nicola walked down the hallway, her backpack slung over one shoulder. The day had been... different. Not the hostile stares and whispered insults she was used to, but something subtler - an undercurrent of curiosity, tinged with admiration.It unsettled her.Whispers followed her as she passed, a soft murmur just loud enough to catch snippets of.“...she was on that patrol…” “...stood up to Maddie…” “...bet she’ll be Luna soon...”Nicola gritted her teeth, gripping her bag strap tighter. Luna soon? The thought made her stomach churn. She wasn’t even sure she wanted that title, let alone the expectations it carried. And yet, the pack seemed to be deciding for her.“Nicola!”The voice snapped her from her thoughts. Dylan had appeared beside her, a wide grin plastered on his face as if he hadn’t a care in the world.“You survived another day,” he said, matching her pace. “Shall I bake you a cake?”Nicola rolled h
The school hallway buzzed with the usual Monday morning chaos - students chattering in clusters, lockers slamming shut, and teachers herding kids toward class with half-hearted reminders about tardiness. Yet, for the first time in what felt like forever, Nicola noticed something unusual.It was subtle, but it was there.Eyes lingered on her longer than usual as she walked to her locker. Whispers followed in her wake, though this time, they didn’t carry the usual venom she’d grown used to. Some students even nodded at her in what looked suspiciously like... respect.“What’s going on?” Nicola muttered under her breath, frowning slightly as she unlocked her locker.Dean, who’d insisted on walking her to class as usual, leaned casually against the lockers beside her. “Looks like people are finally starting to recognize you for what you are.”Nicola shot him a look, her brow furrowed. “And what’s that?”Dean grinned, his tone teasing. “A badass Luna-in-training who doesn’t take anyone’s cr
Nicola sat at her desk in her small bedroom, surrounded by an army of open textbooks, scattered notes, and three half-empty coffee cups. The triplets had promised they’d help her study, but so far, all they’d done was provide snacks, half-hearted moral support, and plenty of distractions.“You know,” Nicola muttered, underlining a sentence in her biology book with unnecessary aggression, “when you three said you’d help me study, I didn’t think you meant sitting around eating all my snacks and making fun of my handwriting.”Dean, sprawled across her bed with one arm behind his head, smirked. “We’re here for emotional support. And to keep you from losing your mind.”“And how, exactly, are you doing that?” Nicola shot him a glare, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she turned the page.“Look how calm you are,” Dylan chimed in from the floor, where he was leaning back against the side of her bed with a bag of chips balanced precariously on his chest. “If we weren’t here, you’d proba
Nicola sat on the couch in her small living room, fidgeting with the edge of a throw pillow. Her mother’s gaze was sharp, knowing - warm, but still firm. Nicola didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know that this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. The looming presence of Alpha Marcus and the triplets only made the room feel smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in.Alpha Marcus had taken the chair nearest the fireplace, his posture poised but calm. It was a position of quiet authority, one that didn’t need words to command attention. Across from Nicola, the triplets sat close, their large frames making the room feel less like home and more like a negotiation table.Nicola swallowed, shifting in her seat as her mom’s gaze landed on her like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.“So,” her mom began, her tone calm but heavy with meaning, “I’ve heard a lot about what’s been going on with the pack lately. Maddie. Rogues. Nicola leading patrols...”Nicola winced slightly. She could
Nicola stood outside the packhouse, watching the sunrise paint the horizon in shades of gold and pink. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind - the ambush, the chaos, the victory. Every muscle in her body ached, but she felt a deep sense of pride. For the first time, she hadn’t just survived - she had led.The pack was waking, and word of the ambush had already begun to spread. She could feel their eyes on her, curious and skeptical, as she made her way to the main hall. Today would be another test - perhaps the hardest one yet.Would they see her as a leader, or would they continue to doubt her?The triplets joined her as she entered the hall, their presence grounding her. Dean gave her an encouraging smile, while Dylan bumped her shoulder lightly in a silent gesture of reassurance. Damien, ever the protector, stayed close, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd.Alpha Marcus stood at the head of the room, his commanding presence silencing the murmurs of gathered pack membe
Nicola stood in the packhouse’s strategy room, staring at the map pinned to the wall. The triplets and a handful of senior wolves flanked her, their faces tense but expectant. The challenge she’d been waiting for - and dreading - had arrived.Reports of rogue activity had surged overnight. Two patrols near the southern border were attacked, and while there were no fatalities, one warrior was critically injured. Maddie’s betrayal had escalated into something more dangerous: the rogues weren’t just testing their defenses anymore - they were launching coordinated strikes.Alpha Marcus placed a firm hand on Nicola’s shoulder, his expression both serious and encouraging. “This is your chance to prove yourself. Lead this operation. Show the pack you’re ready to stand beside the triplets as Luna.”Nicola swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. All eyes in the room were on her, waiting for her to speak. She felt the familiar stir of doubt creep in, but then she caught Damien’s gaz
The morning sun filtered through Nicola’s bedroom window, but she’d been awake long before its rays reached her. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on her mind, but they also fueled a new determination. If she was going to be Luna, she couldn’t just react to problems - she had to lead.The triplets had spent the night in their own rooms at the packhouse, giving her some much-needed space to process everything. She missed their reassuring presence but knew she needed to prove to herself - and the pack - that she could stand on her own.As Nicola arrived at the packhouse for a meeting with Alpha Marcus, she noticed the wary glances of pack members. Some nodded respectfully, others whispered to one another.Instead of shrinking under their scrutiny, Nicola raised her head high. She’d faced Maddie; she could face this.In the meeting room, the triplets were already seated, along with Alpha Marcus Blackstone and a handful of senior pack members. A large map of the territory wa