All Chapters of Wolfbitten: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GINGERExactly one year after the big alpha wedding, I witnessed my baby twin sister tie the knot. She looked so beautiful in her simple, white A-line gown. Heidi and my mom had Facetimed me while she went dress shopping so I could be a part of it. Oh, Goddess, and here I went, getting all emotional.Tyce gave my hand a squeeze. He looked so handsome in his suit. It wasn’t often I saw him all dressed up since he mostly preferred T-shirts and sweatpants, and honestly, his job mostly required clothes that could be stripped off at a moment’s notice, which I didn’t mind at all. But this? This was nice. It fit so well on his broad shoulders, thick chest, and muscular thighs. He’d had the same seamstress in his pack tailor my bridesmaid dress that had done his suit. With how awful the dress looked when it first came in the mail compared to how it looked when she was done, she was a miracle worker! What had originally made me look frumpy and pregnant, now perfectly accentuated my womanly cur

MIRIAM*29 years ago*Long before I moved to the East Coast, met my mate, and became Luna Jasmine’s mom, I belonged to the Jade Moon Pack. My parents, Luna Catherine and Alpha Bruce, were strict, overbearing, and ruled with iron fists.At fifteen, I had only two regrets. The first was that I didn’t fully understand how sex worked. I had a vague idea—a male and a female got naked, kissed—but beyond that, things were a little… fuzzy. What exactly happened between kissing and making a baby?I liked thinking about it sometimes—okay, maybe a lot. And always with someone specific in mind.Jeremy.With his long rockstar hair, lean build, and complete disregard for school, he was the kind of boy my parents would disapprove of instantly. Add in his reputation for doing drugs, and he was practically forbidden. But none of that mattered to me. I was one hundred percent in love.I spent hours daydreaming that we were mates. Because if we were, no one—not even my parents—could keep us apart. The m

THERESAIt had been almost a week since the incident. Nikolai was so stealthy that I barely caught a glance at him during all that time. I rubbed at my mark, fingertips pressing against the sensitive skin. My pulse spiked. Would Nikolai say something? Would he just casually mention it in conversation? Oh yeah, Terri’s mark—A shiver ran down my spine.He probably wouldn’t think twice. Why would he? To him, it wasn’t some dirty secret, something that made my skin crawl every time I thought about it. To him, a mark was a mark. A sign of commitment. Something mates did and didn’t hide. No one else in the world thought getting marked was a secret.“Uggghhhh,” I moaned out loud. I knew you weren’t supposed to worry about things you couldn’t control, but I was in anxiety overload. My stomach had been churning nonstop since he saw it. Every time my mom seemed slightly annoyed or frustrated with me, the hairs on my body stood up, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every passing comment from

THERESAA couple days later, my brother Tyce finally returned home with his mate, Gigi. “Tyce!” I screamed as he walked in the door, throwing my arms around him.“Hey, Terr bear,” he replied, messing up my hair as he pulled back from the hug. I pushed his hand off my head and gave him a shove.“Welcome home, Gigi!” I exclaimed to my soon-to-be sister-in-law and pulled her in for an even bigger hug. “Thanks, Terri,” she replied, returning the hug. I didn’t know her well, but I liked Gigi so far. She was good for Tyce. Every time he’d glance her way, a smile would sneak onto his face.As I let go of Gigi, I said, “I feel like I’ve barely had a chance to get to know you. We should hang out tonight, if you’re up for it of course. I know you just got in from a long flight.”“I’d love that,” she replied with a big smile and no hesitation.“Yay! How about we head down to the local pub for dinner instead of staying in?” “Yeah, that would be great!”“You can hold down the fort with the ‘rent

NIKOLAIExactly twenty of my pack members showed up to warrior training on Friday morning. Half my pack was now makeshift warriors. Before the war, I’d had more than double—fifty of my strongest and bravest men. Now I was left with a random jumble of people that met the only criteria of being between the ages of eighteen and sixty. As they say, for a poor man and a thief, any clothes fit.I let out a breath as I scanned the group. Perhaps Sasha was right, some breeding among the pack wouldn’t hurt. Not that it was a good time for any of us. We were still mourning the loss of our families. We didn’t even have a home yet. We would soon, but it wouldn’t be equipped with electricity or running water when we’d first settle. We’d be living off the land for who knows how much time before we figured it out. The last thing I could imagine was bringing more children into our dire situation. The ones we had now suffered enough.“Okay, warriors!” I shouted, far louder than need be, considering ho