KOOKIE:
When we get back to the house, I lead the way into my room in silence. He closes the door behind him softly, the click echoing louder than it should. The thoughts in my mind from the morning cloud it again, and I am curious, wanting to know how all of him tastes—not just his lips. Wanting to know how it feels for him to be inside me, the warmth, the pleasure it would bring. I want all of it, but I don’t know if he wants it this fast. I am bent on finding out.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t let him. I crash into him, my hands gripping his shirt as I kiss him hard—raw, desperate, and completely unfiltered. It’s not soft or careful. It’s the kind of kiss that demands answers, claims ownership, and leaves no room for doubt. The kind of kiss that says, I need you now.
Elias stumbles back slightly, caught off guard, but his hands find my waist, holding me stea
THIRD PERSON POV:The sunlight filters through the soft curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Kookie stirs, her body still curled into Elias, the warmth of his skin blanketing her like safety. For a moment, she lies still, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of everything they shared the previous night. When her eyes finally flutter open, a smile forms on her lips—wider and more genuine than any she’s worn in weeks.Her heart flutters as her mind replays every moment, every soft touch, every sweet word. The way Elias held her like she was something rare. The way he moved with her—slow, intentional, loving. It was nothing like she had imagined; it was better. So much better. Beside her, Elias stirs too, groaning softly as his arms instinctively tighten around her waist, pulling her back into his chest.“Morning,” he murmurs in a thick voice. Kookie giggles, turning to face him, their
Kookie’s :No matter how much I try, the news about Elias leaving horrifies me. I thought I would be over it this morning, but knowing I will wake up alone in two days makes the worry in my chest weigh me down. The warmth of Elias beside me is the only thing that feels authentic right now, the only comfort in the storm brewing in my heart.I don’t want to open my eyes, don’t want to face the reality that tomorrow, he’ll be gone. Tears slip down the sides of my face, soaking into the pillow beneath my cheek. I try to stifle the sob, but it comes anyway, a soft, aching sound that breaks through the stillness of the room. I feel his presence, still so close, and I reach out instinctively, wanting to hold on to him, to keep him here with me. But when my fingers brush against the empty space beside me, panic floods my chest.My eyes snap open, my breath catching as I sit up in an instant,
LEVI:The days have been long. Too damn long that I don’t even know how I’m still breathing through it. I wake up, and she’s the first thought. I close my eyes, and she’s still there—always there.Ever since I saw her kiss him, I’ve been trying to claw my way out of whatever hell she left me in, but the way she melted into him like he was the only thing that mattered—I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. I’ve tried to move on. Forced myself to. Got girls to spend the night. Pretty ones. Soft voices, eager hands, but the moment they climb into my space, I cannot even touch them.Their skin feels like acid against mine, and I guess it is my punishment from the goddess. Slowly torturing and reminding me I don’t get to feel good without her. When she came over last week for my last shot, her expression was blank even after seeing the girl in my be
KOOKIE:Today is the day my life changes.I recently turned eighteen, and there is no mate in sight, which gives me hope that Alpha Prince Levi is my mate.Today is my induction—the day I finally step into my role after years of studying werewolf medicine abroad. My pulse races as excitement fills me, but mostly because I get to see Levi again after three years.I exhale shakily, smoothing my dress as I stand before the mirror, staring at my reflection. The silk fabric clings to my figure, the deep blue color complementing my pale skin. Luna sent it days ago as a congratulatory gift for passing my final exams. The thought makes me smile because I know Levi must have picked it out—blue is his favorite color on me.Levi has been my best friend for years, and we practically grew up together with my father being Beta. As kids, we always believed we were meant to be mates. Even our parents believed it, and Luna used to joke that if I wasn’t Levi’s mate, she’d exile our mates so we could be
Kookie“There you are,” my mother says just as I catch the glowing jewel on Amber’s finger. My throat goes dry as I turn around, staring at my mother.What is happening?Tears blur my vision as I look between my mother and Levi, silently begging for an explanation. The ache in my chest is unbearable, threatening to rip me apart. A sob escapes before I can hold it back, and my mother reaches for my hand.“Come on, baby,” she whispers gently.But I yank my hand away.Lifting the hem of my gown, I turn and run without looking back.Why, Moon Goddess? Why would you give me a mate only to make him love someone else?I question the Moon Goddess as if she is standing right in front of me. I don’t get far before a firm hand grips my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. My chest heaves as I turn, finding my father’s eyes tinged with sadness. My mother is right behind him, breathless from chasing after me.My legs buckle, and I crash against my father’s chest, sobbing.“What’s happening, Dad?” I ma
KOOKIE:I wake up with the worst bellyache, and I already know what it means. It has been a month since that night with Levi, and as a doctor, I do not need a test to confirm that I am pregnant, but I find myself in front of the bathroom mirror, clutching the pregnancy test kit in trembling hands, praying I am wrong.Peeing into a cup, I dip the stick in and wait, my heart hammering against my ribs. The seconds stretch endlessly, and when I finally gather the courage to look, my stomach drops as two bold lines glare back at me.My legs give out, and I crash onto the floor with my hands still clutching the stick. Tears spill down my cheeks as I beat myself up for not taking a pill. I was too shaken after that night to even think of taking one. But this is worse, and I wish I could go back to prevent it.Maybe he will change and call off the engagement when he hears this. The thought slithers into my mind, and I try to shake it off, but the reality of raising a child alone as an eightee
KOOKIE:My paws pound relentlessly against the earth as I run through the forest, stretching endlessly before me. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I am never turning back.The thought of staying back in that pack means a lifetime of lies, of watching them pretend they never broke me. My baby deserves better than a father like Levi—or even my family. It is my duty to protect her, and I will do so even if it costs me my life.Exhaustion soon takes over, and the setting sun begins to give way to the moon. I’ve run so far that nothing smells familiar anymore—just the leafy green trees, which remind me of the herbs we practiced with in school.Finally, my legs give out, and my wolf shifts back against my will, causing me to collapse onto the cold forest floor, gasping for air. I lean against the rough bark of a tree, pressing my trembling hand to my chest.A sudden crackle splits through the sky, causing me to snap my head up as lightning flashes in the distance, illuminating the f
SIX YEARS LATERDR. SAGE (KOOKIE):Six years of pain, and I am finally living a bit of my dream life in a small pack with my daughter—the only light in my world. She sits in the backseat, swinging her tiny legs, humming along to the soft melody of Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off, playing from the car speakers. I smile as I sing along with her, my heart swelling with warmth.The road ahead is clear, with the morning sun streaming into the car, and for a fleeting moment, everything feels perfect.Suddenly, we come to a halt in front of the school, and Blue claps her hands excitedly.“We arrived before Charlotte, yay!” she cheers, bouncing in her seat. I glance out the window to see her friend’s father pulling up a few meters away.“Yay,” I echo softly.I reach for the door handle, but before I can unlock it, her tiny voice stops me.“Mommy?”I look into the rearview mirror, meeting her beautiful golden eyes—eyes that remind me too much of him.“Will I ever see my daddy?”A sharp pang crosse
LEVI:The days have been long. Too damn long that I don’t even know how I’m still breathing through it. I wake up, and she’s the first thought. I close my eyes, and she’s still there—always there.Ever since I saw her kiss him, I’ve been trying to claw my way out of whatever hell she left me in, but the way she melted into him like he was the only thing that mattered—I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. I’ve tried to move on. Forced myself to. Got girls to spend the night. Pretty ones. Soft voices, eager hands, but the moment they climb into my space, I cannot even touch them.Their skin feels like acid against mine, and I guess it is my punishment from the goddess. Slowly torturing and reminding me I don’t get to feel good without her. When she came over last week for my last shot, her expression was blank even after seeing the girl in my be
Kookie’s :No matter how much I try, the news about Elias leaving horrifies me. I thought I would be over it this morning, but knowing I will wake up alone in two days makes the worry in my chest weigh me down. The warmth of Elias beside me is the only thing that feels authentic right now, the only comfort in the storm brewing in my heart.I don’t want to open my eyes, don’t want to face the reality that tomorrow, he’ll be gone. Tears slip down the sides of my face, soaking into the pillow beneath my cheek. I try to stifle the sob, but it comes anyway, a soft, aching sound that breaks through the stillness of the room. I feel his presence, still so close, and I reach out instinctively, wanting to hold on to him, to keep him here with me. But when my fingers brush against the empty space beside me, panic floods my chest.My eyes snap open, my breath catching as I sit up in an instant,
THIRD PERSON POV:The sunlight filters through the soft curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Kookie stirs, her body still curled into Elias, the warmth of his skin blanketing her like safety. For a moment, she lies still, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of everything they shared the previous night. When her eyes finally flutter open, a smile forms on her lips—wider and more genuine than any she’s worn in weeks.Her heart flutters as her mind replays every moment, every soft touch, every sweet word. The way Elias held her like she was something rare. The way he moved with her—slow, intentional, loving. It was nothing like she had imagined; it was better. So much better. Beside her, Elias stirs too, groaning softly as his arms instinctively tighten around her waist, pulling her back into his chest.“Morning,” he murmurs in a thick voice. Kookie giggles, turning to face him, their
KOOKIE:When we get back to the house, I lead the way into my room in silence. He closes the door behind him softly, the click echoing louder than it should. The thoughts in my mind from the morning cloud it again, and I am curious, wanting to know how all of him tastes—not just his lips. Wanting to know how it feels for him to be inside me, the warmth, the pleasure it would bring. I want all of it, but I don’t know if he wants it this fast. I am bent on finding out.He opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t let him. I crash into him, my hands gripping his shirt as I kiss him hard—raw, desperate, and completely unfiltered. It’s not soft or careful. It’s the kind of kiss that demands answers, claims ownership, and leaves no room for doubt. The kind of kiss that says, I need you now.Elias stumbles back slightly, caught off guard, but his hands find my waist, holding me stea
KOOKIE:The drive is quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional exhale from Elias. But I can’t stop looking at him. The way his knuckles clench around the steering wheel, the slight furrow between his brows, the sharp line of his jaw. He’s tense, but still here—by my side.I keep watching him out of the corner of my eye, and I can’t hold back anymore.“Why did you come after me when I left?” I ask quietly, eyes still fixed on him. “Why not when I was still in the house?”He doesn’t answer right away.His jaw tenses further, and his grip on the wheel tightens just a little.“I didn’t want to make things worse,” he says eventually, his voice low. “I felt like... if I stopped you in the house, it would lead to another fight. You were upset. Hurt, and I didn’t want to throw fue
KOOKIE:Regret fills my heart as I leave the room. I hate the fact I said those words to Elias, but the fact he isn’t trying to come after me makes it worse. I begin to question if he truly loves me or if it is an agenda to get me back to the pack because of my skills.When I get outside, I realize we came here in Elias’s car. I do not want to take it, so I walk back into the house, knocking on my parents’ door. My mother answers the door, walking out dressed in her nightgown.“You are heading out?” she questions, and I nod.“I need to get to the alpha’s house. I forgot to give Levi his shot,” I say to her, then her face loosens up. “Did you think I was going to leave immediately with Blue?” I question, and she shrugs.“Well, I just need your car keys. Elias and I are in a bit of a situation, so I cannot ask for his. I am not talking to h
KOOKIE:I sense something is wrong when I see Dad walk out of the kitchen, so I leave Mum and Blue, who have done quite the catch-up the entire night. On getting to the kitchen, I find Elias’s face drenched in water with a frown etched on it. My legs move involuntarily, and I stop in front of him.“What happened?”“Nothing,” he answers flatly, before getting a glimpse of the expression on my face. His face loosens a bit, then he lets out a sigh. “I was just clumsy,” he replies, dropping what is left of the bottle of water on the counter before grabbing a paper towel to wipe his face.I stand there, watching him, wondering what transpired between the two of them. I am so caught up with my mum and Blue that I didn’t notice my father following Elias into the kitchen.“We should head back,” Elias says, then I force a smile, following him as we head to the dining room. When we get there, my father is the only one sitting.“Your mother decided to tuck Blue into bed in the room she set up fo
KOOKIE:“Ignore him,” I whisper to Elias as my mother shifts for us to walk in. She exchanges brief cheek kisses with Elias. “Hi, Mum,” I greet as I walk into the house with Elias.The door is shut, and we make our way to the dining, which has a lot of meals laid out for us. Blue has a special seat all ready for her size, and Mum has made sure to place it beside her.“She looks just like you,” Mum says as she places Blue in her seat. I flash her a smile while Elias pulls out a seat.“Thank you,” I say, glimpsing his eyes before I sit. Then he takes the seat close to me, which is opposite my father, whose brows have not relaxed once the entire night.He isn’t even trying to hide the fact he does not approve of Elias, and it makes me wonder if he wants me to go back to Levi. Is he not angry about the fact his only daughter was betrayed and humiliated? I cannot imagine the look on his face when he knows Levi is the father, and I have been suffering alone for six years. Would he still hol
KOOKIE:Waking up to Elias’s hands wrapped safely around me feels like a dream. It is like a therapy I needed but never knew of. The warmth alone makes it difficult for me to stand from the bed, and if I could, I would remain in bed, but we have a lot to do today, which includes dinner with my parents.He stirs from sleep behind me, shifting closer, allowing his morning wood to press into the back of my butt. Self-control is the only thing stopping me from letting out a moan, because my mind can already paint a mental picture of how thick it could be.“Good morning, Love.” His thick voice fills my ears, causing bumps to sprout up on my skin. The grip he has on my waist loosens, and I turn around to face him.Even without a shower or morning routine, he looks gorgeous as hell. His hair is messy, but… sexy. Get it together, I whisper to myself as I press my thighs together to calm the storm between my legs. Yes, he is hot, but maybe I am just super horny, because I haven’t been touched