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My heart pounded, not just from the run, but from the sight of him. Our eyes held each other for a moment before mine trailed off to admire his wolf's dark beauty. Muscles that rippled visibly beneath his fur, gleaming, slick with moonlight. Massive paws that looked as if they could bring a tree down in one swipe. And those blue gems that seemed to be studying me intensely.The memory of our kiss, electrifying and terrifying, flashed through my mind. Those few stolen moments where the world had ceased to spin, where only his touch, his scent, his presence mattered. Lori’s emotions surged unexpectedly, a mix of longing and desire. It had been the only time I felt or heard anything from her since my earlier conversation with Nancy.I understood Lori’s yearning, and a fragile tendril of hope, the thought that perhaps he had finally accepted us, propelled me forward. With my tail tucked low in a gesture of respect, a tremor of nervousness fluttering through me, I cautiously began to appro

He shifted his weight, his gaze darting around as if searching for something familiar. He hadn't been here in years. Not since he had packed his bags and left without a word.He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Can I come in? It's…difficult to explain out here."I hesitated, my hand still gripping the doorknob. Letting him in felt like inviting chaos into the small, safe haven Zakyrius and I had built in this house after our mother’s passing. Every creak of the floorboards, every scratch on the worn paint, held a memory. Memories he hadn’t been a part of."Three minutes," I amended, stepping aside just enough for him to squeeze through.He smelled of cigarettes and cologne, a strange and unsettling combination. As we stepped inside, the house seemed to shrink around us, claustrophobic with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. He looked around the living room, his eyes lingering on the faded brown wallpaper and the mismatched furniture we'd accumulated over the y

Nancy squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands together. "I knew it! Oh my god, Sets, this is so exciting! Azariah Cadelyn! Like, son of the Kiran Cadelyn! No offense, but like, how are you two even compatible? He’s the top, and you’re the bottom! Like, it doesn’t make sense!”I understood where she was coming from. I’ve been so eager to find my mate that I hadn’t even considered looking at it like that. Azariah didn’t fall short in any category. He’s handsome, a future alpha, has an amazing body, and is filthy rich. To top it off, he’s the famous Ace. And then there’s me, an omega with ordinary looks and nothing to show. A nobody.I winced, already regretting my confession. "Nancy, please. Lower your voice! And don't make a big deal out of this. Yes, he might be my fated mate, but that doesn't mean anything. Just because of his background and everything, doesn’t mean I’m gonna chase after him and lose my mind over him.”She stopped jumping and looked at me with wide, incr

My head throbbed, like a tiny drummer had set up camp in my skull. My mouth felt like a desert with lingering remnants of last night's drinks. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow, trying to escape the sunlight that was mercilessly stabbing its way through the curtains.Bits of the party flickered in my mind. Dancing, a lot of alcohol, and…crying? My memories were a blurry mess; it was like trying to read a menu through a smudged window.“Ugh,” I mumbled, rolling over and feeling for my phone. The bright screen burning my eyes. I’d slept half the day away, 2.34 pm.Squinting, I scrolled to see missed calls and messages. Dread dawned on me, shit! I hope I didn’t make a scene or throw up on anyone.I tossed the phone back, pulling a pillow over my face. As I was just about to succumb to the sweet oblivion of dozing off again, the door creaked open. Dragging the pillow off my face, Zakyrius stood there, leaning against the door frame.“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said, his voi

The door slammed, a sound that echoed the chaos in my head. Damn it! Setiray. She was a goddamn whirlwind. A chaotic, intoxicating, infuriating whirlwind. But she was right. I was an sash*le. Cold. Distant. And now, possessive as hell. And sure as hell had no right whatsoever. I cursed Nathaniel out. If I hadn’t drunk so much, I’d never have allowed him to have so much control over me in that moment.I scrubbed a hand down my face, which did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside. I needed to fix this. No, I doubt anything I say would fix anything. Maybe I could at least stop her from doing something stupid. I hope.I surged out of the room. The party slammed into me like a wall of noise and bodies. Music pulsed, laughter echoed in the night sky, but I only had eyes for one thing: the flash of her dress disappearing out of the crowd into the pitch-dark night that held the forest captive.I plowed through the crowd, earning glares and muttered curses. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered

Everything moved so fast, a blur of angry motion down the hallway. He took a sharp left into a room, slamming the door behind us. A violent crack ripped through the air. I was briefly airborne before landing with a solid thud on the bed.Before the springs even settled, I pushed myself up. My feet still dangled over the edge. My eyes quickly met his while he stood there, chest heaving like he'd just run a sprint. His face was flushed with a tight jaw."What do you think you're doing?" His voice was a low growl, strained, each word punctuated by a ragged breath.The hell? He’s acting as if I’m in the wrong. What was his deal? I haven’t even done anything wrong for him to look at me like that. Before I could think it over properly, words flew out, each one coated in pure sarcasm. I wasn’t even trying to stop them; the alcohol had stripped away the last layer of politeness.“Oh, was I doing something? Forgive me.” I blinked slowly, then gave him a long, deliberate eye roll. “Hm…If I reca