روايات بقلم Samantha Moose

Alice POVThe whispers buzzed like flies, relentless and impossible to swat away.“Did you see that mark?” “She covered it up—but is that Aiden’s new toy?” “No way. An Omega like her? She’s not even close to Aiden’s standards.” “You know how Alphas get when they’re bored. Poor girl. She has no idea who she messed with.” “She did it on purpose! Honestly, you have no idea how shameless Omegas can be—I heard she sneaked right into Aiden’s territory!”The sneers and mocking voices didn’t let up. But if they thought this cowardly, indirect cruelty—these half-whispered jabs—would actually hurt me, then they clearly knew nothing about an Omega’s life.After years of scraping by at the bottom of the Pack, this level of verbal violence was nothing more than background noise to me.I knew who was watching.The twins.If there was anything strong enough to overpower the rotting stench drifting from the trash can beside me, it was the faint yet unmistakable Alpha pheromones lingering in the a

Alice POVThe next morning’s breakfast didn’t feel any better.The only sound was the scrape of silverware against fine china.I kept my head down, focusing intently on the plate of untouched eggs in front of me. Every movement sent a dull, throbbing ache through my lower body—a constant, humiliating reminder of Ethan’s fingers inside me just hours ago. My thighs felt heavy, my core sore and tender, the phantom sensation of being stretched still lingering with every shift in my seat.It was my first night, after all.Across the table, the twins sat in stony silence.But something was… off.Usually, they were a united front of arrogance and disdain. Today, the air between them crackled with something static.They weren’t speaking to their father. They weren’t even looking at each other.Next to me, little Beck was unusually quiet. No tantrums, no screaming. He just sat there, his small hands gripping his fork, his eyes darting between his brothers, his father, and me.“Eat, Alice,” my

Alice POVEthan’s eyes darkened instantly, the blue turning into a turbulent, almost black ocean. I somehow pulled a trigger I didn’t know existed.He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.With a sudden, fluid movement, he grabbed the thick duvet from the bed and shoved a corner of it roughly into my mouth.“Mmph—!”My protest was muffled instantly. I tried to spit it out, but his hand clamped over my jaw, forcing my teeth to sink into the fabric.“Bite down,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated against my skin. “Unless you want everyone in this house to hear exactly how wet you are getting in your firt day into this house.”I glared at him, eyes burning with humiliation and rage, but I bit down. I had to.Satisfied, he shifted his weight, pinning my legs apart with his knees. The leather gloves he wore—black, sleek, and terrifyingly cold—creaked as he flexed his fingers.His gloved hand slid up my thigh, the leather cool and smooth against my heated skin. It wa

Alice POVAfter washing up, I lay on the bed in my new room, staring blankly at the pristine wallpaper and the soft golden glow of the designer lamp.It finally hit me—I was actually living in a mansion.Then exhaustion came crashing down on me.Too much had happened in one day.Bullied out of nowhere at school…Then making that ridiculous bet with the twins…And now, somehow, moving into their house and becoming their stepsister.What kind of cursed destiny was this?I closed my eyes, clinging to the faint hope that everything would disappear when I woke up.But in my dream, a massive black wolf pinned me beneath its weight. Its thick fur brushed against my skin, making me itch and shiver. Its wolfish muzzle nuzzled along my body, warm breaths fanning over my skin, sending tremors all the way through me. Instinctively, I tried to push its head away, but it lowered its muzzle and began licking between my legs.Its tongue—rough, textured, unmistakably predatory—even through my underwea

Alice’s POVRight now, I’m sitting in the Nelson mansion with my mom—across the table from Alpha Lucian and his three sons—pretending this is a “family dinner” instead of the most awkward night of my life.The Nelson twins are directly across from me. Every move is polished, every gesture flawless, their silverware making barely a whisper. They’re like a pair of princes trained at some royal court.Beck, their eight-year-old little brother, is another story. He’s next to me, sawing his dinner knife across the plate so it shrieks against the porcelain, eyes locked on me like a young wolf who’s botched his first hunt—restless, irritated, but itching to bite.If looks could flay skin, I’d be raw by now.At the head of the table, Alpha Lucian eats as though nothing’s wrong. My mom sits beside him, tense but graceful, her left hand hidden under the table—where I can see his much larger hand covering hers.She catches me watching. The look she gives me is full of quiet worry. She’s afraid B

Ethan POVThe old man must had lost his damn mind. At his age, he’d gone and hooked himself an Omega widow, dragged her right into our home like some prize, and now—get this—planned to move her daughter in too. Like they owned the place.Even worse? He wanted that Omega to be the pack’s new Luna. I could have laughed myself sick.Aiden and I had been ready to give the shameless she-wolf and her little tag-along a welcome they wouldn’t forget. What we didn’t expect was for the tag-along to be Alice—the girl who’d slapped Aiden across the face.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I blurted, louder than I meant to. She was her daughter? Our shiny new “stepsister”?Alice’s eyes went wide. She took a slow, careful step back toward the stairs, like a bunny catching the scent of a predator. Cute. But all I felt was the sting of irony.“Well,” she said flatly, “Surprise.”I smirked, even as my wolf, Riven, growled low in my chest. Touch her. Now. Smell her. Claim her.Shut up, I snapp

Jenny’s fingertips returned to her coffee mug, the ceramic warmth seeping into her skin once more. She watched Lucas—his crisp new dress shirt, unbroken leather shoes, freshly trimmed hair, the executed contract tucked safely in his grasp.“Get back to your assignments,” she instructed.“Right away.” Lucas pushed the door open and stepped out into the corridor. The door latched shut with a crisp click, a thin flash of fluorescent light slipping through the crack before vanishing entirely.Jenny was alone in her office once more. The warmth from her coffee mug slowly faded against her palm. Sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window onto her desk, washing the iris flower petals from pale lavender to near-transparent white, and casting a tiny sharp shadow from the handwritten card beside the vase.Her cell phone vibrated against her thigh. She

“I was helping you carve those arguments and evidence chains into your own muscle memory.” Jenny set her mug down again, the ceramic base clicking against the wood. “How much of it have you retained?”Lucas pushed his chair back and stood, his knee joint letting out a sharp pop as he rose—a sound no twenty-something should make, yet six weeks of twelve-hour days hunched over his computer had left his joints protesting constant strain. He crossed to the small freestanding whiteboard tucked into the corner of her office; Jenny kept a condensed version of the Meridian timeline there, more granular than the one in the main conference room, with corresponding exhibit numbers annotated beside every milestone.He picked up a blue dry-erase marker from the tray beneath the board, the plastic cap clicking softly between his fingers. He drew a brand-new milestone marker at the far right end of the timeline, scribbling a l

Lucas’s finger rested lightly on the front cover of the contract, the fresh printer ink still carrying a faint chemical scent against the smooth paper. His gaze lingered for three full seconds on the line listing the six-thousand-five-hundred monthly salary figure.“Six thousand five hundred?” He lifted his head, a flicker of raw recognition in his eyes Jenny had seen countless times back in law school—the physical tell of a young person realizing their hard work and value had been fully acknowledged: pupils dilating, irises tightening with quiet excitement. “Senior, I only make twenty-five hundred right now.”“What you’re earning now is intern pay. This contract reflects the compensation for a full Junior Litigation Associate.” Jenny’s fingertips rested against the warm ceramic wall of her coffee mug, heat seeping gently into her skin. “The work you’ve handled on the Me

Sunlit Legal was unrecognizable now.Six weeks prior, when Jenny first stepped foot in this building, half the fluorescent lights lining the corridors had burned out, and the remaining fixtures cast a sickly yellow glow that aged the wall paint a full decade beyond its actual years. A semi-retired receptionist manned the front desk, dozing off sharp at three o’clock every afternoon. The whiteboard in the conference room still bore case numbers scrawled by the previous managing partner three years earlier; the marks from his dry-erase marker had faded to pale, ghostly gray streaks.Today, every fluorescent tube down the hall had been replaced. The new lamps blazed with crisp cool white light, rendering the marble floor’s mineral veins so distinct you could count every individual crystalline streak. The front desk had a new attendant—Mia, twenty-five years old, a part-time receptionist pursuing her Master of Laws, who arrived promptl

Her fingertip brushes that same plastic collar button, cool smooth dome resting beneath her skin for one quiet beat.Then she lifts her hand away, stands, grabs her leather briefcase, and reaches for the office light switch. The fluorescent tube hums once with a fading electrical whine before cutting out entirely, plunging the office into full darkness.She steps out into the corridor, heels clicking steady crisp taps across the tile floor as overhead hallway lights hum above her path, casting her long stretched shadow that curves and vanishes at the far end of the corridor.The elevator doors slide open with a faint hiss. She steps inside and presses the lobby button, plastic clicking softly beneath her fingertip, the doors sealing shut behind her with a thin tearing zip sound.The mirrored elevator wall reflects her quiet smile, the corners of her mouth lifting five millimeters upward into a soft unmissable

“Aren’t you going to have any?” she asks, mid-chew on a tender rib, sweet-sour glaze spreading soft tang across her taste buds.“I already ate.”“Where?”“The Vietnamese pho shop directly across from the federal courthouse.”“When did you find time to stop there?”“While you were drafting your opening statement this afternoon.” His fingertip drifts to brush the half-finished closing argument draft spread across her desk, paper rustling faintly beneath his skin. His gaze scans the typed lines quickly, pausing for a full two seconds on the third paragraph — the section quoting Meridian’s internal May 2022 R&D progress report.“Is there an error in paragraph three?” she asks, setting her chopsticks down against the plastic takeout lid with a faint click.&ldq