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THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 1: I’M MOVING
MIRANDA'S POVThe day I found out I was moving, my entire world stopped on its axis. I didn't know what to think, what to do, or whom to blame. I just remember staring up at Mother with an impassive expression on my face, not believing her. “Why?” I sought in a gentle tenor. I knew better than to raise my voice since my mother raised me to be a lady. “Mother, please tell me this isn't true.” Mother exhaled, taking off her glasses and polishing them on the hem of her cotton sweater. “Miranda, you know I don't do jokes. They offered me a new job, one that pays four times more than what I'm earning now.”“But we don't need more money. We're already rich,” I yelped, immediately covering my mouth, realizing my mistake. I knew I sounded like a brat, but my parents couldn't have chosen a worse time to be moving. Stanley Fisher, captain of the science club, had just asked me out on a date and I accepted. I was sixteen and no other guys had even glanced my way but Stanley. He was a bit of a n
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 2: NIGEL VANDERWOLF
MIRANDA'S POVOne Year LaterThe ice was melting in the mug I had in my hands loaded with strawberry Fanta. My mother would suffer a brain aneurysm if she knew I was consuming this sugary delight. But right then and there, I didn't care. All I wanted to know was if Hazel was going to find out if Zander was a werewolf. I rested the perspiring cup on my nightstand, but not before I took another mouthful, trapping and crunching on an ice cube between my teeth. The bed creaked as I hopped on it, and I hastily settled under the sheets, relaxing while I propped my head on the pillow. My fingertips left streak marks over my phone when I opened up the Goodñovel app. “Now where was I?” I quizzed myself, impatient to begin the next chapter. The last one left me on a massive cliffhanger. Before I could dive head-first into the world of the Alpha's Destiny, the blaring, loud hip-hop music came gushing into my room. Why did my parents have to move us here? My mother accepted a job at Wolferton A
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 3: VIRGIN FREAK
NIGEL'S POV It was another glorious morning, and I woke up again with an erection. One would have been quick to blame it on my teenage hormones, but being a werewolf, I was expected to have a handle on these urges. Velma, the Beta's daughter, was supposed to stop by last night, but she mind-linked me, telling me something urgent came up. What could be more important than having sex with the Alpha's son? She better be ready for me tonight. Velma and I weren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that, but we began hooking up a couple of years ago, and we decided to continue our meetings until one of us found our true mate. Meanwhile I had to figure out what to do about that pencil-neck virgin that was staying in our guest house. She just irked me the wrong way. I almost blew our secret last night when the clumsy bird fell out the window. I should have listened to my wolf and let her break her neck and die, but that feeling in my bones couldn't let that happen. I didn't understand
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 4: DETENTION
MIRANDA'S POVI HATE NIGEL VANDERWOLF. “I hate him! I hate him! I. Freaking. Hate. Him!" I shrieked in frustration. There was no time for me to make it back home so I could change into some dry clothes. I had a calculus test that I could not be late for. I needed to maintain my 4.4 GPA. I suppose I just had to show up at school looking like a scrawny wet cat. I was drenched from head to toe, even my book bag was wet and my boots made squishy sounds whenever I made a step. I told myself that no one would notice me, but who was I kidding? As soon as I stepped on the campus ground all eyes were on me.“Did she fucking swim here?” An emo girl muttered to her friend. They chortled, generating more indecent remarks about me. I felt ashamed and ridiculous. At least at my last school, I was usually invisible. Here, I was like a zoo animal on display. “Who dressed her, her grandma?” A muscular fellow with jetblack hair laughed. “Go back to the 1950s, nerd.” I held my head down when he said tha
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 5: SEE YOU LATER, PRISSY PANTS
NIGEL'S POV Velma kept kissing on my neck while we walked to the library where detention was being held. I was so pissed that I had to spend my evening with that annoying princess. Father would not like me being late for yet another sparring session. “Velma, quit it,” I nudged her off. My skin was all clammy and sticky from her saliva. I used the back of my palm to dry my neck. “Remember the Wolfout Ball is in three and a half months and I want to make sure we coordinate. I was thinking you can do a black and white tux — you know, like a James Bond kinda vibes and I could wear a black dress with a plunging neckline.” “Sounds good.” “But don't overdo it. I don't want you to take away the attention from me,” she giggled. “See you when you get home.” ******** I strolled into the library, where Mrs. King was bent over a desk, scribbling away in a notebook. The virgin girl was resting against the wall in front of our History teacher. She looked like a lost puppy in that baggy red sw
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 6: DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW?
THIRD PERSON POVIt pissed Alpha Nolan off that his son had missed their one-on-one sparring session. He had to take his wolf, Titan, on a run for him to cool off. His Luna, Peaches, tried to calm him down with her touch, but he was never in the mood for her comfort. No matter how the Luna tried she just couldn’t get any affection from her husband. Alpha Nolan got back from his run and his son still wasn't home. He strolled on out to the balcony that overlooked his packyard fuming, thinking of ways to punish the boy when he noticed his son's car driving up from the gates. The Alpha's frustration grew even more when he realized the vehicle parked in front of the guest house instead of the pack-mansion. "This is quite an interesting turn of events," his wolf Titan mumbled. They watched the two teenagers interact, and the Alpha caught on quickly. His son had never shown any other female this much attention before. Not even Velma who he knew his son was fucking. His wrath turned his eyes
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 7: FIELD TRIP
MIRANDA'S POVThe sound of my alarm crowed like an early morning rooster. I should have got rid of this ugly clock a long time ago, but It was a gift from my best friend, Clarke. She had a wild sense of humour, plus she had a very peculiar obsession with chickens. I reached my hand out, smacking the clock to get it to turn off. Soon, the silence was deafening. I twisted out of bed with the blankets knotted around my body, causing me to stumble on the floor. In frustration, I untangled the sheets from my limbs and threw them on the bed. I woke up early today so I could get ready for my class field trip. Mrs. King was taking us to the Cresttooth Bridge, which was said to be one of the oldest pieces of landmark in the town.A gentle knock came on my door, then it pushed open. The well-groomed bob hairstyle of my mother appeared into view, followed by her tight smile. "Good, you're up," she greeted. "Just wanted to let you know breakfast will be ready shortly, so hurry and get dressed and
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 8: CRESTTOOTH RIDGE
NIGEL'S POV The girl's screams could be heard from outta space. Her wails vibrated off the trees above, disturbing the blackbirds from their nests. The winged creatures flew off in scores, squawking and flapping their wings as they drifted across the sky. My wolf was agitated, on the defence. My eyes were widened in unsurity as my heart raced away behind my rib cage. "Oh no, Shelly-Ann," Mrs. King muttered. Of course, her name had to be Shelly-Ann. The stubborn human girl who preferred to pee out in the middle of nowhere instead of in the safety of the bus. It wasn't clear to me why humans found it such a big deal to go in front of others. It was a natural thing. I barely got a chance to blink before Prissy Pants shoved me out of the way, catching me off guard, then running off in the direction of the screams. "Miranda! Where are you —" I fumed. It was no use. The stupid girl galloped away, ignoring my words. The girl screamed again. This time, Mrs. King clutched the necklace wit
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THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 87: OPAL
NIGEL'S POVI was tired and hungry, plus I didn't understand why these nerds weren't bothered by the shit smell that was seeping off my so-called grandpa. So what if he looked exactly like my dad under his hobo appearance? That still didn't make him my grandfather. I hissed because if he resembled my father, it also meant he resembled me since people said I was a spitting image of my dad. Life was so unfair. I hate this, and I hate him. Nigel Senior, I scoffed. Why did Father have to name me after such an evil man? "Are we there yet?" I was this close to screaming and throwing a bitch-fit. My feet hurt to the point they felt like they were about to fall off. "Just a couple more minutes," my grandpappy answered. His breath smelt terrible... Like when was the last fucking time he used toothpaste? I looked around and smacked myself in the face. There were no supermarkets or malls here, so of course he didn't have access to the finer things in life. And Miranda thought Howling's Cliff
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 86: ARE WE THERE YET?
MIRANDA'S POV"Excuse me! Come again! You're my what?" I asked, raising my hands in the air and waving them about like I was at a rock concert. With his palm still outstretched to me, he repeated, "My name is Alpha Nigel Vanderwolf, and I am your grand...""Yes, yes, I heard you the first time,” I choked out. "But you just said I should...""I know what I just said, it was a rhetorical question." When he realized I wasn't going to shake his hand, he dropped it to his side. My eyes scanned him from head to toe. "Mighty God!" I yelped when I saw his feet. His toes seemed like they were not on speaking terms with each other to how far apart they were spread. His rugged look reminded me of when Alan came back after spending twenty years in the Jumanji Jungle. "So you're Nigel Senior," Valko finally spoke. He stepped up to the old man. "I'm Valko Silver.""Ah, I should have known Valor's pup would be following behind Nolan's pup's tail," he chuckled, and Velma growled. "And what's your
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 85: ALPHA NIGEL VANDERWOLF
THIRD-PERSON POVA werewolf emerged from the shadows, but he was not an ordinary predator. He moved like he was a shadow; he made no sounds or caused no ruckus. He fixed his bright red eyes on the human girl curled up in the arms of the young werewolf. The sounds of their heavy breathings and thumping hearts were music to his ears because he found satisfaction in seeing his victims paralysed with fright, which made their flesh soft for him to dine on. Their screams also made their blood turned sweeter, resulting in the best sort of perfume for him. His nostrils widened as he detected the scent of the human. He curled back his lips, revealing his dark gums and yellow stained teeth, letting out a low rumbling growl. He didn’t care that he was outnumbered, as he already understood their outcomes; within moments, the girl would suffer a fatal wound to her throat, her body would be eaten, and her blood would mark the ground covered in grass. It would be easy for him to pick them off on
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 84: THE MAD ALPHA
THIRD-PERSON POVDuran's mind kept going back to his mate, wondering what she was doing, and if she missed him. Izanna's description of the Mad Alpha was making him rethink this trip he was on. He should have stayed home with his mate who was carrying his pup. The Moon Goddess would be cruel to kill him now after all that he had been through. As he made his way to the Mystic Mountain, his mind became chaotic. Clarke occupied most of Valko's thoughts. He loved how vibrant and red her hair was and how incredibly luscious, thick and flawless those curls were. He kept reminiscing about how she arched her back and flashed her hair from side to side when they made love. Now he wondered if coming on this adventure was the right thing to do. Breathing out, he made his way steadily toward the mountain that was said to be home to this Mad Alpha. Velma walked alongside Lazarus, their hands intertwined. The two seemed inseparable now that most of their friends knew they were true mates. Velma w
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 83: INTERSPECIES RELATIONSHIPS
LAZARUS'S POVIt had been two centuries since I tasted human blood. Other vampires might describe it as being rich, tantalizing, or irresistible. But for me it is sensual, addictive, and climatic. The taste of this human's blood was unlike any I'd ever tasted. It was like I couldn't stop. The more mouthfuls I took, the more my thirst intensified.I could feel Nigel's muscles resisting at first when my fangs found his flesh and pierced into it. The soft warmth giving way like a ripe melon, filling my mouth with thick, delicious blood. He shuddered in my hands as I drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, revelling in the strength and life that filled my veins, jolted my limbs, granted me a semblance of life.Soon my pheromones entered his bloodstream through my saliva and even though I was killing him, the high and ecstasy of my bite was tricking his brain into begging me not to stop. He let out soft moans, his body relaxing as I supported more of his weight with my strong arms w
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 82: SECRETS
THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda found the walk back to the Nymph camp less awkward than she expected. She learned that Nigel had been retrieving bits of his memory for the last couple of days, but once he emerged from the whirlpool, everything flooded back to him. They walked hand in hand, enjoying their conversation. He questioned her regarding her training with beta Valor, and she felt compelled to tell him the truth that things weren't progressing well. "I'm glad you told me," Nigel murmured. "Father must be pissed." "Yeah, he is big mad," Miranda whispered. "I just wish I knew how mom is doing, especially after learning that father whipped you," he paused. "I'm so sorry, Miranda." "It's OK, it's not your fault." Miranda felt guilty for keeping what truly happened to Peaches from Nigel. "I know, even so, I wish I was there for you." "Believe me, you should feel grateful that you missed what he did to Peaches." "MIRANDA!" Taurus boomed. "Crap," Miranda cursed und
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 81: TIGHT PUSSY
MIRANDA'S POV "Where do you buy your perfume?" He asked out of the blue. We seized our splashes and worked to catch our breaths. "At an outlet." "Oh, I think I will get some when we go home. I've run out, and I like how it smells." "OK," I let out with a questioning tone. "Cool," he answered. "You're weird," I wrinkled my nose. "I am?" He challenged, moving impossibly closer to me so that my chest was touching his, causing me to gulp in exhilaration and also intimidation. I thought we were done touching for now. "Yes you are." "Well you're beautiful, Miranda." What? "Are you high or something?" I snorted, trying to act unaffected, although my heart was beating at an inhumanly fast speed. "I can't be here for this," Taurus rumbled. "I'm out." I felt Taurus drifting away, refusing to endure us any further. He shook his head. "I'm completely sober." "Well thank you, I guess," I replied, swallowing hard. "You're beautiful too, Nigel." "I know," he smir
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 80: BLUE LAGOON
MIRANDA'S POV I was really nervous and couldn't believe I was actually skinny-dipping in an enchanted lagoon with Nigel Vanderwolf. I was too busy asking myself why the heck was I doing this to notice Nigel swimming closer to me. "Why do you look so constipated?" He asked. I shifted my gaze in a shy manner, blushing as I realized he had noticed my uncertainty. "I am not constipated, I'm just..." His hands around my shoulders cuts my speech. "Nervous? But there's nothing to be nervous about," he chuckled. "Look around you, we're in a mystical place swimming in the bluest lagoon I've ever seen." "Yes, but we're also naked," I told him, my mind trying to think about something other than us touching while we were both naked. "So what? We were born naked," he cackled. "Look Miranda, if you're gonna roll with werewolves, you've gotta learn how to swing in the nude 99 percent of the time." "Believe that," I heard Taurus let out. "I don't think I'll ever get used t
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 79: CANNONBALL
THIRD-PERSON POV The group of heroes continued following the nymph until they started to notice a surreal light filtering from between some palm trees that stood in line like soldiers, but up further there were a few that were woven together almost like fabric. The branches formed one huge canopy over the top of this charming spot. While the friends studied the branches, they became aware of their surroundings. In the stillness, the wind serenaded a sweet melody through the air. The breeze against their cheeks felt like tiny wet kisses against their skin. As the leaves rustled together, they formed a soothing ambiance that enveloped the group, making them feel secure and tranquil. The echoes of laughter and idle conversations filled the air around them. With each step they took, the noise increased in volume. The sound of birds singing and flutes playing romantic ballads also filled the air. Izanna made an abrupt stop and instructed everyone to be quiet before she pulled
