All Chapters of Feral Secret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I sit on the worn couch in my parents’ living room, the soft hum of the ceiling fan doing little to ease the tension that clings to the air. My hands rest in my lap, fingers twisting together as I try to figure out what to say. I’ve been dreading this conversation since Luke and I returned, since everything came to a head. But it has to happen. It’s time to face the music, to own up to the choices I made and the consequences they’ve had.My mom sits across from me, her expression tight, her mouth set in that thin line she gets when she’s disappointed. My dad stands by the window, staring out at the backyard, his silence somehow more unnerving than anything else. The weight of their unspoken words presses down on me, and I feel like I’m suffocating under their quiet judgment.Finally, my mom speaks, her voice carefully measured, but I can hear the hurt beneath it. “Cheryl, do you have any idea what you’ve put us through? What have you put Luke through?”I wince at the raw edge in her t

I sit on the porch of the packhouse, a mug of steaming tea cradled in my hands. The morning air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp leaves from last night’s rain. It’s peaceful here, the kind of peace I didn’t realize I needed until I found it. Or maybe, until Luke brought me here.My thoughts drift to the whirlwind of the past few days. The claim. Luke. My parents. It all feels like a dream, and yet, I’m wide awake. Every emotion, every word exchanged, is still raw and fresh in my mind. I take a slow sip of my tea, letting the warmth seep into me, trying to steady my thoughts.The door creaks open behind me, and I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. I can feel her presence even before she speaks.“Mind if I join you?” Raina’s voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if she’s unsure of her place at this moment. I glance over my shoulder, offering her a small smile. “Of course, I’d like that.”She steps out onto the porch, her own mug in hand, and settles into the

The evening is calm, the soft hum of the movie playing in the background mixing with the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. Luke and I are nestled on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. It’s one of those rare, peaceful nights where the world outside feels distant, and it’s just the two of us.I try to shake off the unease from earlier today with Donnie. Our conversation had left me feeling conflicted, but Luke’s presence here, the warmth of his body against mine, helps to push those thoughts aside. “Is this okay?” Luke asks, his voice low and reassuring, as he adjusts the blanket around us.“It’s perfect,” I reply, snuggling closer. “Just us and a movie.”He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Good. I’ve missed these quiet nights with you.”I smile back, feeling content. We’ve picked a classic movie—something light and easy that doesn’t require too much mental energy. The film plays on, but my attention is more focused on Luke and the comforting rhythm of his breathi

The aftermath of the confrontation with the hunters leaves a palpable sense of relief among the pack. We’ve managed to drive off the immediate threat, and the forest is settling back into its usual tranquility. The pack’s bond feels fortified, our unity reaffirmed through the trial we faced together. But beneath this calm surface, a new worry begins to gnaw at me—a subtle shift in the atmosphere around Ravensong.I’m walking through the small town, heading towards the local market to pick up supplies. The town has always been a mix of friendliness and wariness, but today, there’s an edge to the looks I’m getting from the townspeople. It’s as if an invisible barrier has gone up, and I can sense the underlying tension. I pause by the butcher’s stand, where a familiar face greets me. “Morning, Luke,” Dave says, his voice sounding more strained than usual.“Morning, Dave,” I reply, trying to gauge his mood. “How’s everything going?”Dave’s smile is tight, his eyes darting around before h

As I look down at Cheryl, bound and blissful beneath me, I feel a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability. Seeing her so open and trusting, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and trust, makes everything we’ve been through worth it. The evening has been a whirlwind of emotions, and this moment of raw connection is the culmination of everything we’ve been working towards.Every touch, every kiss, is a testament to how deeply I care for her. I can feel her responses, the way she shivers and moans with pleasure, and it drives me to be even more attentive. The silk tie binding her wrists is a physical manifestation of the trust and connection between us, and it only heightens the intensity of our interaction.Her moans and gasps are music to my ears, and I can’t help but revel in the way she responds to my touch. Each reaction, each sound she makes, fuels my desire to give her the best experience possible. I’m careful and deliberate in my movements, making sure that she’s comfortable