Meryn I find Weston on the football field, and for a minute, I temporarily forget that I came here on a special mission. I want to ask him why he never told me he is betrothed, but the sight of him blows me away. The sun is casting a gentle glow on his tan skin and blonde hair, which makes him look like a mythical god in the middle of the grassy field. He is sprinting around with a huge grin on his face, looking like he is the king of the campus. It’s not fair how pretty he is. My brain cells are currently skydiving out through my ear one by one, leaving me staring—no—gawking at Weston. Plenty of other girls are too, and they are all prettier than me. How the heck did the guy take a liking to me, of all people? “Weston is so hot, but I heard he is dating Meryn.” “Meryn? The nerd?” “Yeah, that short, chubby little thing that barely speaks.” “Mhm, she constantly follows her sister and her sister’s boyfriend like the third wheel. What the heck does Weston see in her?” “I have no i
WestonYesterday I heard a girl in my pack say, “Don’t you dare look Alpha Weston in the eyes. It’s like staring at the sun—you won’t be able to look away. Plus, he’s so incredibly hot that you’d want to take him home.”Well, that will never happen because, as ridiculous as it may sound, I’m saving myself for my mate. Sorry, ladies...Sighing, I stroll inside the university hall with my hands shoved deep inside my pockets. I’m here to listen to the seminar about to begin, my nostrils flaring the second I catch the whiff of an old enemy that used to be a member of my pack: Janice Prowlfeather. She is a short little thing with dark hair and, from what I can see, more meat on her bones now that we are older. She isn’t thin anymore, which awakens something dark and revenge-hungry inside me. When I was younger, before I became the Alpha of the Sumhair pack and started to play professional football, I was obese. My cheeks were round like those belonging to a squirrel, and Janice, the litt
MerynToday I’m riding with my sister and her boyfriend, Jackson, to campus. I originally wanted to live in one of the dorms, but Janice, my twin sister, convinced me to share an apartment with her and Jackson. I was skeptical at first, and I still am, but I can never say no to my sister. I’ve sort of always lived in my beautiful sister’s shadow—I’m the quiet, less pretty twin with thyroid problems, PCOS, and no friends. I drew the short straw, and somehow, by some damn miracle, Janice isn’t suffering from these problems. But I guess I’m lucky that I at least have her since my pack doesn’t like me very much for not having a wolf. Yes, I am that unlucky. Omega of my pack?Check. Bullied by my pack members?Check. No friends?Check. ...bullied by the tall and hot guy I saw on campus yesterday?Also, check. My stomach churns at the reminder. When I sat in a seminar, this extremely good-looking guy sat down beside me. And, since I’m not a negative Nancy, I thought I had a shot at a
MerynMy chest feels tight as panic overwhelms me, and I start to wheeze. “I... I’m sorry,” I whisper, desperately clawing at Reinar’s hand.“Sorry? Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he snaps, his eyes flying open to reveal his black, pupilless eyes. He looks close to shifting and like he will tear me to shreds.Fear trickles into my veins, and I stop trying to fight Reinar when he lifts me higher into the air, knowing it won’t end well. Janice and Jackson can’t help me. They aren’t strong enough to stand up against their Alpha. I’m on my own and find it harder to breathe as Reinar moves one of his big hands to my throat, curling his fingers around it. “S-stop...” Jackson whispers, shocking me by actually seeming to care about me while my sister is looking away. He wets his lips. “Y-you’re going to kill her...”Reinar, however, doesn’t budge, nor does he appear fazed. I don’t think he cares about my life. His face is twisted in rage, and I shiver when he snarls, “You don’t want to make me mad,
MerynAfter the class is over, I sit down in the library with Weston. He is currently eating a pizza slice with his hands, and I watch him gulp it down like a starved animal before he licks each and every finger clean.“So fucking good...” He mumbles. “Best pizza in town. Thank you for buying it for me.”I cringe when he throws the empty pizza box over the other one on the floor. I’m shocked at this guy’s metabolism. He eats like a...well, like a wolf but has a freaking eight-pack poking through his T-shirt. But I guess that’s the benefit of being a werewolf with an actual inner wolf. Weston is also an Alpha, so that might explain his food craze.I look back at my laptop screen. “Don’t you have a meal plan?” I ask in a low voice, hoping not to offend him. The last thing I need is to fight with another Alpha today.“Yeah, but I’m not a fan of the food served in the cafeteria. My tastebuds are far too evolved for that.”Jesus Christ. What a pompous, spoiled bastard—that’s what I want to
WestonI run across the field, sweaty and thirsty from a tough practice game. A few of my teammates dunk me on the back, and I clap hands with my Beta, Travis. As a linebacker, he is bigger than me, but he is a very friendly guy. Travis grunts as he reaches to slap my shoulder. “That was a heck of a game, man!”“Thanks,” I reply, taking a few steps back. “How’s the back?”“It’s doing alright, but I won’t keep you.” He offers me a mischievous smirk before looking up at Meryn on the bleachers. My fake girlfriend needs a ride home, and I got her covered. The plan is to have my butler driving her home.I flash him an amused grin. “See ya later.”“Later!” He booms before he saunters away.I keep a smile on my face as I approach Meryn. I’m actually surprised by how well things are going. Today has been going better than a hot knife through butter.Meryn is my tutor, and since all of her grades are at the top, I don’t have to worry about being benched for the rest of the year. Not only that
MerynWhen I come home, it’s already dark outside, and I’m worried Janice will be angry with me, but strangely enough, I’m not afraid of the punishment I might receive. I’m still smiling from my crazy time with Weston. We had a blast together today! He is such a pompous, spoiled Alpha, but I find that hilariously funny. My time with him was far from wasted. He made me laugh so hard I could barely breathe, and while I know we are only fake dating each other, I can’t help the butterflies that swarm my belly when images of his smiling face flash past my mind. He is so handsome. Sexy. Ripped.He asked me to wash him...My cheeks flush red at the memory. Did Weston ask me to wash him to mess with me? I can’t think of any other reason, yet my mind still wonders what would have happened if I had accepted the offer. It would have been so awkward, yet so alluring, to pour steaming hot water into his bath before slowly soaping up his powerful body with my hands. He is so big...strong. Alp
Meryn I open my eyes the next day to the sound of my sister and her boyfriend snickering in the background. My eyes land on bright lights, and I groan. I’m still inside the bathroom and blink multiple times before my sister’s face comes into view. She is brushing her teeth while looking down at me from above. “Why the fuck did you sleep inside the bathroom, you loser?” she asks and opens her mouth, spitting out her toothpaste on me instead of in the sink. “I passed out from losing too much blood after you cut my face and chest,” I say and try to wipe the spit off my face. My sister snorts and looks over her shoulder at Jackson, who is currently peeing further away. “See? I told you she is a weakling. A normal werewolf would have healed from that injury in no time, but not pathetic little Meryn,” she pouts at me and continues speaking in a patronizing voice. “How would you ever survive without me, huh? Without me taking care of you, the vampires would eat you within seconds.” Maybe
Meryn I find Weston on the football field, and for a minute, I temporarily forget that I came here on a special mission. I want to ask him why he never told me he is betrothed, but the sight of him blows me away. The sun is casting a gentle glow on his tan skin and blonde hair, which makes him look like a mythical god in the middle of the grassy field. He is sprinting around with a huge grin on his face, looking like he is the king of the campus. It’s not fair how pretty he is. My brain cells are currently skydiving out through my ear one by one, leaving me staring—no—gawking at Weston. Plenty of other girls are too, and they are all prettier than me. How the heck did the guy take a liking to me, of all people? “Weston is so hot, but I heard he is dating Meryn.” “Meryn? The nerd?” “Yeah, that short, chubby little thing that barely speaks.” “Mhm, she constantly follows her sister and her sister’s boyfriend like the third wheel. What the heck does Weston see in her?” “I have no i
MerynTasting Weston’s lips is dangerous. But being kissed by him and hearing him groan in a way that makes it obvious that he wants me is lethal. I don’t want to have sex with him. I want to wait to see who my mate is, but his tongue inside my mouth is irresistible.He slides it over mine, pulls me closer, and allows me to place my hands on his wet, soapy chest that is ridiculously ripped. And I touch him because who wouldn’t? I’m not pretty or popular—I might never get a chance to touch a guy looking like Weston again, so I brush the digits of my thumbs over his nipples, and Weston yelps into my mouth.Sullen eyes meet mine. “What did you do that for?” he asks in a grumpy voice. “I thought we were having a moment.”I feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment, too aware of where my hands are resting. “I...uhh...sorry...I just really like your pecs and thought...you know...”Weston frowns. “Had you been any other girl, I would have thrown you out,” he averts his eyes, and if I’m not mistak
Meryn I dread the day I have to face my old pack without Weston’s protection. It’s been a week since the drama between me and them, and the only reason I haven’t seen them is because I’ve been attending seminars that I don’t share with my pack. And don’t tell Weston, but I’ve been skipping the classes I share with Janice. Just to be safe. “I’m so excited for the game tomorrow. With our new quarterback on the team, maybe we stand a chance of actually winning,” a girl says further down the bleachers. I smile when I realize she is talking about Weston. My Weston. I blush and keep watching him run on the field. He is good, very good—I’m proud of him. He darts from side to side, avoiding contact and tackles like it is second nature, his impressive physique propelling him forward with perfect grace. He slings the ball around with ease as he commands his team, barking orders that are quickly followed. His face is serious, but there’s a glint in his eye—one of determination and ambition.
Meryn When I wake up, I’m not sure what to expect: aliens, talking animals, being thrown seven years into the future...or crocodiles ruling the world. But, to my utter relief, everything is exactly as I left it...except Weston is naked and slipping into his clothes, but I have no idea how any boxers would hide his obscenely huge morning wood glory. Don’t stare, Meryn. You know better than that. Don’t look at that beautiful cock— “It’s rude to stare.” My cheeks burn when Weston frowns at me, and I quickly avert my eyes. “I wasn’t staring.” “Gawking then?” Weston sounds irritated, and I’m about to give him a taste of his own medicine, but then I remember what that older Weston told me in my dream: the younger him is keeping his distance because he thinks that’s what I want. If you read between the lines, that probably means he is insecure as well. So maybe I should try to let him in? “I had a strange dream,” I sit in bed, folding the bedsheet over my legs. “I was supposed to p
MerynA jolt of fear shoots through me as I open my eyes. I’m wearing nothing except a white dress that clings to my skin like a second skin. I can’t remember ever owning something like this, which only serves to heighten the feelings of unease and confusion coursing through me.Where am I?I look around. There is a pathway leading into the forest ahead of me, and the grass feels cold underneath my naked feet as I stride forward without a purpose. An owl is hooting from somewhere, and I lift my chin, staring at the trees as they sway back and forth in an eerie fashion. I have an unsettling feeling that this might be a dream. But this isn’t like any other dream I’ve ever had before—I’m aware of the fact that I’m dreaming, and it’s lucid. As I survey my surroundings, uncertainty sparks. Should I continue following the pathway?Taking a deep breath, I follow the trail, stopping when a dark brown wolf with blue eyes blocks my path. It cocks its head, and I just know the wolf is mine. It
Meryn I can’t bring myself to answer Weston. My emotions are vivid, and I know how I feel, but the words won’t come to me. Weston seems to realize this, too, and huffs. “I never thought you were a coward.” His words irritate me, but not enough to make me shut up even if I should, “Well...now you know better.” Why am I biting the hand that feeds me? Stupid, stupid, stupid! To my relief, Weston doesn’t bite back. Neither does he do something stupid, like demanding I leave his mansion because we had a disagreement. He is more mature than that and scratches his neck. “You can sleep in my bed,” he says, looking down at his feet with a frown on his face. “I will take the floor, I guess...” “Aren’t there any guest bedrooms?” I ask. It would feel terrible to steal his bed when I’m just grateful that he took me home with him in the first place. “Yes, but—” I’m not entirely sure, but it looks like he is blushing. His expression, however, is so grumpy that it’s easy to miss the faint red
Meryn Weston and I surge up from the grass, entwined in each other’s limbs. When I look up at him, I’m still panting from what went down on the grass. Weston laughs at my wild hair, and everything inside of me aches. God, he is gorgeous when he is happy and smiling, eyes like summer grass, mouth wide and filled with dazzling white teeth. I almost forget about his mother glaring at us. Almost. I’m reminded when she clears her throat, and I immediately create some distance between us, my heart beating faster as Weston’s toned eight-pack and delicious v-lines come into focus. He stands bare and proud before me, and all I want is to reach out and continue where we left off. “Weston,” his mother’s cold gaze is kept on mine. “Who is this woman?” Ouch, here it comes. Weston is going to tell her I’m nobody important and create distance between us, pretend we aren’t anything special to each other— “This is Meryn, the girl I’m dating,” Weston says, pulling me into him so that the back of
Meryn Three hours ago, I was so scared that I drank an entire bottle of whiskey alone. Two hours ago, my sister made a joke to Alpha Reinar that they should use me for hide and seek. That it would be funny to search for me and that whoever found me should be allowed to maul me. An hour ago, Reinar decided to arrange the hide-and-seek game. And now? Now I’m sitting on wet moss, my back is pressed up to a thick tree, and I’m feeling drunker than ever. Everything is spinning. My hands clutch the black dress I’m wearing, and I only want to sink through the ground. My heart is pounding fearfully, each little beat like a knife to my heart. Will there ever come a day when I can leave this hellish pack and live without fear? There are vampires out there, other packs, and scary rogues. They can all tell by my scent that I’m not a normal human, and that might make it tempting for them to mess with me, but if I’m lucky, maybe they would leave me alone if I asked? Suddenly I hear rustling lea
WestonFor years, I told myself that saving myself for my mate is the right route to go, but I’ve been fake-dating Meryn for a week now, and I’m beyond confused....I can’t be falling for her, can I?No, that’s impossible. An Alpha can’t fall for an Omega, but I can’t deny that she is on my mind a lot.A week ago, Meryn and I went to this fancy restaurant for dinner—I expected Meryn to order fancy food and talk about herself like all girls do. And she did, but...she was open. I think I saw the real Meryn that night. She put herself on a platter, and I ate out of her hands.She felt so real.And a few days ago, when my parents couldn’t come to my football game, I was very disappointed—until I heard Meryn shouting my name from the bleachers. She was holding up two big pom poms while shouting, “Go, go, Weston! I would rhyme if I could, but I can’t!”It stunned me to the point I couldn’t move while the other guys on my team laughed their asses off. Travis was especially entertained and du