For months, Liam has been silently captivated by Alex, his charismatic personal trainer whose fiery determination hides a soft heart. Every shared laugh, every lingering glance during their sessions at the gym feels like a spark, but Liam harbors a secret that keeps him from confessing his feelings. Liam is a werewolf. He’s spent years concealing his dual nature, keeping people at arm’s length to protect himself and those around him. But Alex is different. He's someone who stirs feelings in Liam he thought he'd buried long ago. The bond between them grows stronger with every interaction, but Liam’s fear of rejection and exposure holds him back. When Alex begins noticing strange behavior, and Liam's unexplainable strength. And then his aversion to late-night workouts during the full moon, and fleeting glimpses of something primal in his eyes that turns curiosity into confrontation. One stormy evening, Alex corners Liam with a single question that shakes him to his core: “What are you hiding from me?” Now, Liam must decide whether to reveal his secret and risk losing the one person he’s ever truly cared for or run from his feelings, forever haunted by what might have been. In this tale of love, trust, and self-acceptance, two souls must navigate the shadows of fear and the light of truth to find out if their connection can transcend the boundaries of the ordinary and the supernatural.
View MoreAlex’s expression told me all I needed to know. Rejection. The very thing I had feared since the moment I found him again. Since the moment I let myself hope. I couldn’t take it. I bolted, running like my damn life depended on it. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. My chest ached, but I didn’t stop. I ran until the city lights disappeared behind me, until I reached the thick, dark forest surrounding my cabin. The shift came effortlessly. My wolf was already clawing to take control, too angry, too heartbroken to let me stay human any longer. He howled the moment I let him loose, a sound that echoed with pain. Not just mine, but his. He had loved Alex before I had even understood the depths of my own feelings. He had known, had waited, had longed for him just as much as I did. And now, rejection burned through both of us like fire. So I let him run. I let him sprint through the dense trees, his paws barely making a sound against the damp earth. Th
I would say I was shocked, but that would be an understatement.The other night, I thought I was seeing things—just a trick of the light, my imagination running wild—when I saw a werewolf shift back into a man. And then Liam had come to the car.For him to stand here now, looking me in the eyes and admitting it out loud, my mind struggled to process it.A werewolf.Not just a metaphor. Not just some joke about his sharp instincts or uncanny ability to anticipate things before they happened. A real, actual, mythical, doesn’t-exist-outside-of-movies-and-legends werewolf.I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until my lungs burned.Now I knew what Nathan meant when he said Liam was a monster.Monster.The word didn’t sit right. It felt…wrong.Because when I looked at Liam, standing there with that guarded expression, his fists clenched at his sides like he was bracing himself for me to run, I didn’t see a monster.But I didn’t know what to say.And Liam must have taken my silence as r
The drive was peaceful, filled with stories of Alex and Emma’s childhood—tales of scraped knees, mischievous pranks, and late-night adventures that had me chuckling more than once. It was easy to listen, easy to imagine him as that carefree kid with wild ideas and an even wilder heart. But there were moments between the laughter when his voice softened—memories that weren’t so light. Times when they struggled, when they had no one but each other. I envied Emma, in a way. She had been there for him when I wasn’t. As the miles stretched behind us, Alex eventually dozed off, curled up in the passenger seat. His breathing evened out, his body finally relaxing. I kept my eyes on the road, driving in silence while the hum of the tires filled the space between us. But as the evening settled in, my body tensed. The full moon was rising. I clenched my jaw, gripping the wheel tighter. This was the part of myself I never wanted Alex to see. Not yet. I hadn’t told him what I was—what l
The fire between us had simmered down into something quieter, something softer. After the kiss, neither of us spoke much. Liam just pulled me back onto the couch, tucking me against him like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I let him. His arms were warm around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Every so often, his fingers would trail over my back, absentmindedly tracing little circles, like he needed to reassure himself I was still there. I felt safe. And maybe that was dangerous. Because I could feel myself sinking into him, into this moment, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to claw my way back out. At some point, I must have dozed off again because the next thing I knew, I was waking up to the smell of coffee and something distinctly… burnt? Liam groaned behind me, his voice still thick with sleep. “Tell me that’s not your sister trying to kill us.” I blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the windows. “It’s possible.” A lo
I stripped off my bloodied shirt with a wince, the fabric sticking to my skin where the cut on my forehead had started to dry. My ribs screamed in protest as I moved, the deep ache making it clear that at least one of them was cracked—maybe worse. The bathroom mirror didn’t do me any favors. Bruises were already blooming across my skin, deep purple and angry red. My lip was busted, my cheek swollen. I sighed and turned on the shower, stepping under the spray and letting the hot water rinse away the grime and dried blood. My muscles protested, but I forced myself to stand under the heat, watching as the water swirled pink at my feet. The steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, but for the first time since Ryan showed up, I finally felt like I could breathe. Then the door opened. I stiffened. “Emma, I swear if you—” “It’s not Emma.” Liam’s voice was low, steady. I turned my head just enough to see his reflection in the fogged-up mirror. He stood in the doorway, arm
The next morning, I went back to the gym as usual, half-hoping—no, expecting—to find Alex there. I needed to talk to him. To explain. To fix the damage before it was too late. But when I walked in, Brandon was standing by the weights instead. Not Alex. Brandon gave me a polite nod. “Morning, Mr. Kane. Ready to get started?” I frowned, scanning the gym, my wolf restless beneath my skin. “Where’s Alex?” Brandon hesitated, adjusting the strap on his gloves before answering. “He… requested a leave of absence. Said there was a family emergency.” I stilled. A family emergency? Bullshit. It was too convenient. I clenched my jaw, inhaling deeply to steady myself. I knew Brandon wasn’t lying. He had no reason to; but Alex was. He was running. Again. And I had no intention of letting him slip away this time. I went through the motions of my workout, but my mind wasn’t in it. My body burned from the exertion, but it was nothing compared to the frustration clawing at my chest. As
Damn it. Why was it so hard to just tell Alex the truth? He had asked me point-blank, and all I had to do was say it. Nathan Cross is my brother. But the words never came out. Instead, I stood there like an idiot, choking on my own damn secrets, and watched him walk away. And when he walked away this time, he wasn’t just angry. He was done. The second the door slammed shut, I bolted. I ran down the hallway, through the lobby, and straight out onto the quiet, empty streets, searching for any sign of him. But Alex was gone. The night air was cold, thick with the scent of rain, and the eerie silence of the city at this hour only made the weight in my chest worse. He was just gone. I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. His whole mood had shifted after tal
I could feel Emma’s heated stare burning into me, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary while we drove in silence. Just say it already, Emma. “You’re not gonna talk?” she finally snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “Fine, I’ll do it for you.” I swallowed hard, already bracing myself. “Is he the reason you dropped everything and moved three states away?” she demanded. “Where you didn’t know anyone? Where you didn’t even have a pot to piss in? Was it because of him?” Her voice trembled on the last word, anger barely concealing the pain beneath it. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because everything she said was true. My silence was her answer. The car was too quiet, save for the occasional sound of the road beneath us. And then, like a dam breaking, tears bega
Dragging both Liam and Olivia into the hotel suite had been a struggle, but adrenaline had pushed me forward. My heart pounded while I maneuvered them onto the bed and chair, my mind racing to figure out what had happened. One minute, they were fine; laughing, drinking, and blending seamlessly into the charity event. The next, both of them were barely able to stand, their limbs heavy, their eyes unfocused. It didn’t make sense. Thank the Goddess for Liam’s assistant. They had stepped in without hesitation, helping me get them out of there before things got worse. Now, sitting at Liam’s bedside, I watched him carefully. His breathing was steady, but his body still looked tense, like he was caught between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Olivia, across the room, stirred slightly, her fi
The rhythmic clang of weights and the faint scent of rubber mats mingled with the steady thrum of music. It was just another day at Iron Haven Gym—except for me. It never was. Not when he was here. I adjusted the barbell on my shoulders, my body moving automatically through squats when my focus flickered across the room to where Alex was correcting someone’s form. His voice, calm but firm, carried over the low buzz of conversation. That damn voice—it could command a room without raising an octave. He smiled then, a flash of white teeth, and I felt my knees weaken. Fortunately, I was mid-squat, so it just looked like part of the exercise. Alex had no idea what he did to me. How could he? He saw me as another client. A quiet, dependable one and maybe a little too intense with my workouts. He didn’t know I showed up for every early morning session and stayed late most evenings just to be near him. He didn’t know I caught my breath every time his hand accidentally brushed my arm...
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