All Chapters of Our Inner Wolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

            Luke locked himself in his room after a day from his one-week unconscious heat at the hotel. Fragments of his memories came flashing back, he flipped to his side that he flinched and hissed simultaneously.             Raising his throbbing right wrist up high to see a biolet-black bruise forming as he remembered the events that occurred yesterday – ‘horny omega, huh?’ He thought as yesterday’s exhaustion dragged on.                                                                           &n

            The drowsy and staggering Luke walks towards his newly found hiding spot for his yellow pills which is in his bathroom’s storage behind the mirror, taking one and goes to the kitchen for the water. It is the first week after he started swallowing it every morning, right after he wakes up and before breakfast.             Luke notices that his body got lighter as if he was a feather flowing with the wind when he does not drag his feet anymore even after he wakes up. His joints and muscles are not as stiff as before because everytime he does the stretching exercises, he would groan most of the time and the moment he can find relief was after it.             Luke was quietly drinking when Sno

            The tapping of the pen to the table, the nape scratching, the flipping of papers, the friction of the skin to the fingernails, the squishy noise, and the frequent sighs resonate throughout the quiet living room.             The twins are focusing on answering their piled up assignments from three subjects that warm Saturday morning as they both said that ‘two brains are better than one’, and thought that it would be easier and efficient.             Although, that is not the case when only one of them is doing the thinking and answering while the other is staring and daydreaming.            

            Luke was sitting across Mrs. Creowood at her office and for some weird reason, she gave him a hot chocolate drink with marshmallows while continuing her work at her desk. The warmth of the mug spread to his hands and thighs as it lessened the coldness he experienced since the beginning he received the drink.             Patiently waiting for her to be done, he was subtly playing with it as he slowly turned it from right to left and left to right while staring at numerous colored marshmallows moving along the flow and faintly giggling from the shallow fun.             A few minutes later, Mrs. Creowood was done and her assistant left the room. She took her coffee and drank it before clearing her throat.

            It was a bright hot scorching noon, when an omega teenager girl was waiting at the school gate on the top of a hill and swiping her phone from left to right, right to left, upward to downward, then downward to upward.              Not caring her white skin would darkened nor she releasing her pheromone in a dominantly alpha neighborhood, particularly in front of an alpha-beta campus. Her waist-length straight blonde hair tied into a ponytail and was wearing a white tight shirt and jeans that flaunts her curvaceous figure despite her short stature.             Hearing the clamor she caused behind her and the dense combination of alpha pheromones that clouds around the campus but she was not affected at all. Changing