INICIAR SESIÓNSera pretends to be an ordinary, human girl to hide from the evil shifters that hunt her. Secretly working to take down the bad guys, she becomes entangled in the lives of two men who are strangely obsessed with her. Her mysterious next door neighbor, Bryan, keeps climbing through her bedroom window to hang out, and Crew, the captain of the football team, pursues her relentlessly. Confused by her growing feelings for both of them, Sera doesn't suspect the real reason Bryan never leaves her side or why Crew won't take no for an answer, but she will find out when she learns why she’s being hunted.
Ver más"No. I don’t want her. She can’t be my mate," Alex said with pure disgust in his eyes, his gaze slowly dragging over my body like I was something filthy.
Today was supposed to be the best day of my life—my mate ceremony. At eighteen, I was finally of age, finally ready to be bonded. I had imagined so many things… but never this. And who did the Moon Goddess pair me with? Alex Robinson. Of all the people. The Beta’s son. The future second-in-command of our pack. The one everyone admired and whispered about. But me? He had never liked me. I knew that much. And now, standing in front of him, it was clear he never would. I already knew what would follow—rejection. "But there’s nothing wrong with her, son," his father said, trying to reason. "I know," Alex replied, his tone sharp. "But I don’t want her. I’m already in love—with my girlfriend. I’m not settling for some big-for-nothing girl." Yes, you heard him right. I’m not your typical tall, slender, perfect mate material. I’m curvy. Five foot five. I have thick glasses because of my eyesight, short dark hair, and clothes that are more functional than fashionable—because my family can only afford so much. I try my best, but clearly… it’s not enough. His words were a slap to my face. My wolf whimpered inside me, wounded by the rejection. Who would ever choose someone like me? Still, I refused to let him have the last word. "So I, Alex Robinson, reject you, Aina Wilfred," he said, sealing the pain I already saw coming. But I lifted my chin and stared him dead in the eye. "I, Aina Wilfred, reject you, Alex Robinson." Gasps erupted from the crowd. My mother stiffened beside me, her face twisting in shock. "What?" she snapped. "Take that back!" she hissed, angry, almost panicked. But I didn’t move. I was staring at the man who had been my mate only a moment ago—watching as something flickered behind his eyes. Regret? Doubt? I don't even know. He ground his teeth and forced the words out. "It is done." Then, as if to hammer it in, he walked straight to her—Miranda Warren. The perfect blonde, the pretty little thing with the fake smile and too much perfume. "Miranda Warren will be my mate—the one I choose to spend my life with," he announced to the entire pack, holding her hand like some grand prize. She didn’t miss her moment either. Miranda threw me a cruel smirk and pinched her nose like I stank, before they both turned and walked away. They got into their car parked right in the center of the pack square and drove off without so much as a backward glance. Around me, wolves who had already found and accepted their mates were laughing, kissing, holding hands—celebrating. And I just stood there. Like a damn signboard. My mother shook her head, clearly disappointed, and walked off with a long sigh. She didn’t say a word. Not even a glance. Just turned and left, like I was already someone else's problem. Everything around me started to blur. There it was again—that feeling. The weight of invisibility. Like I didn’t exist. No one came to check on me. No one asked if I was okay. They were all too busy wrapped around their mates, living in their new perfect little worlds. I hadn’t moved. I stayed rooted to the same spot—the exact place where our eyes had met for the first time. The bond had sparked instantly. I had felt it… and so had he. But the moment Alex felt that connection, it was like his entire world collapsed around him. Like having me as a mate was a curse he couldn’t wait to throw away. The sun dipped quickly, casting the square in shadows. The sky turned cold and gray, matching the hollow ache inside my chest. But I didn’t leave. This was how I handled pain—quietly, without tears, without screaming. Just stillness. Then, I heard it. A voice. Low. Rough. Tempting. “Aina.” Just the way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, slowly, heart already thudding—and there he was. Osborne Cliff. The Alpha’s son. Tall. Broad. Dangerous. And the best friend of the boy who had just rejected me. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, lips curled into the kind of smile that could melt through steel. His piercing eyes locked onto mine like I was something worth looking at—something worth claiming. But wait—how did he know my name? Osborne Cliff had never spoken to me before. Not even once. So why now? Why here? Was this some kind of twisted joke? Had he come to mock me after his best friend humiliated me in front of the entire pack? Was this his way of kicking me while I was already down? He hadn’t even been at the mate gathering. While everyone else was out searching for their other half, I didn’t see him once. No girl clinging to his arm. No whispers about who he might end up with. And as far as I knew, he didn’t have a mate either. So why was he here? He walked toward me, slow and deliberate, like a predator who already knew his prey had nowhere to run. I blinked as his scent hit me—earthy, masculine, rich and warm like cedar and smoke. It wrapped around me, making my skin prickle. Comforting… and chilling. He stopped in front of me and towered above me, that same half-smile still tugging at his lips. I felt small next to him, not just in size but in presence. Like he could crush me without trying—but chose not to. Then he bent down just enough to bring his eyes level with mine. The teasing smirk faded slightly, replaced with something darker. Something… intense. "Aina," he said, his voice low and rough, “it’s good he rejected you.” I flinched. His words struck deep, sharper than Alex’s had. My throat tightened. A knot rose in my chest. Goddess, I was going to cry—and I hated that he’d see it. Why would he say something so cruel? What did I ever do to deserve this? I was about to look away, but he wasn’t done. "Because I would’ve killed him myself if he hadn't," he said. Wait—what?“Not just a couple self-defense moves, but like, proper? I would pay you,” I added, looking up at him, trying not to look too eager.“Proper?” Bryan asked with an eyebrow raised. He squared off, fixing me with a serious glare. “This isn’t a casual sport. Proper training takes a lot of time, dedication, and pain.”“I can be dedicated.” I didn’t back down from his imposing demeanor.“Daily training?”“Not a problem.”“You’ll do everything I tell you to?” He leaned forward, towering over me.“Yes.” I held my ground.“Even if you don’t see how it relates?” Bryan continued. “Because there’s a lot of strength training and endurance building you’ll need to do. It’s not all sparring. Working proper forms into your muscle memory can be tedious.”“I can work through tedium.” I wasn’t just saying that. My Hoax Files proved I could do tedious things. He studied me for a moment, then looked down in concentration.“If you don’t want to teach me, or can’t, can you point me in the right direction whe
Bryan placed his hands under my neck, adjusted my head, and then pushed my shoulders down. Then he moved down to my feet and adjusted things from there. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember, Bryan was waking me up.“Sera,” he said softly. “Sera.”“Hmm?” I said as my eyes fluttered open. My hand went instinctively to my necklace, checking if it was still hidden under my shirt. It was. The ring was tucked snugly into my sports bra. I looked over and saw Bryan lying on his side a few feet from me, his head propped up in his hand. I rolled over on my side so we were facing each other. “How long was I out?” I asked.“Just a few minutes. Once you relaxed, I went back to my meditation. How do you feel?”I put my attention on my body, and, to my surprise, I didn’t feel tired anymore. “Like I could run a marathon,” I said, smiling. I could get used to Bryan helping me relax. That was amazing.“The human body doesn’t need eight hours of sleep every day. It just needs fift
“You okay?” Bryan asked. His hands wrapped around my rib cage to steady me, and I tensed. If we weren’t in a gym, this position could only have one purpose, and it was beyond tempting to explore it. If Bryan’s hands just slipped lower—I steeled myself and focused on the present instead of some fantasy where Bryan and I were—no. No. Stop imagining it! I don’t have space in my life for distractions. Okay, good. Back to reality. How did I even get into this position?Hoax Files: Freudian SlipUnconscious mental processes cause an error in speech, memory, physical action, writing, misreading, mishearing, forgetfulness, or losing things. Thought to reveal true desires. The subconscious mind’s way of acting out a repressed desire.“Sera?”“Yeah, I’m fine,” I finally said. I moved to get my arms out from under me. My hands found the mat, and I pushed myself up and slid off him to a kneeling position. I tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “The mass of muscle that covers your body
“Alright, let’s start with how to throw a punch,” Bryan said after we stretched and warmed up. “It’s all about technique, not strength. Make a tight fist with the thumb curled on the outside of the fingers. You’re going to hit with the first two big knuckles. Never hit with the fingers. They’ll break.” He demonstrated, pointing out the knuckles with his other hand, and I copied him. “Good,” he continued. “Now, spread your feet apart, one foot in front, one in back. Press your feet into the ground, and keep the knees slightly bent and flexible.”He acted out his words as he spoke, and I did as he instructed. “Now, whatever foot is forward, the opposite hand will throw the punch. The entire body is involved. Start by pushing into the ground with the rear foot. Twist through the hip so that the entire weight of your body is in the punch. Then follow through, don’t stop the hand’s momentum.” He demonstrated and then motioned for me to try. I threw a few punches while he watched.“Okay
“For the love of—” I started. “Save the pissing contest for the locker room, boys,” I said, attempting to de-escalate the situation. “Give me my books, and I’ll manage myself.”“No, I got this,” Crew said, hiding my books behind his back.“Sera, do you want him to carry your books?” Bryan asked me, so
The next morning as I was getting ready, I noticed I needed a haircut. I purposely kept my hair long, so I only had to spend money to get it cut once or twice a year, but it was in bad shape. I had lost some weight too. Apparently, I couldn’t be bothered to eat during my hibernation over the summer
“Well, yeah.” Bryan had an almost offended look on his face. “How do you know where I live?” I asked, hoping my voice sounded normal and he didn’t notice how tense I was.“I live next door to you,” he said like I was a brain injury patient.“Oh,” I said stupidly. I relaxed and shook my head. “Real
Maybe I was hallucinating again. I tore a piece of paper from my notebook, crumpled it, and threw it at him. It bounced off the back of his head and landed on the floor. He was real.And he was turning around to see what had hit him.“I missed the garbage can, sorry,” I blurted, jumping out of my












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