Chapter: LIFE HAS NOT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I LOST THEMChapter 5They're looking at each other the same way Daxon and I looked at each other before he changed, before his wolf turned possessive and cruel.*She's beautiful,* my wolf observes with surprising calm. *He looks happy. She makes him happy.*I push the thought of Daxon deep down. I'm here for a change, to get better. I don't love him anymore—I can't. All I feel for him is hate and the phantom ache of what I and my wolf lost that night in the bathroom. I also feel something I don't allow myself to say.... Fear.I don't ask Tristan about the picture. If I want him to stay out of my business, then I shouldn't pry into his either. And besides, there's no need asking. Even a blind wolf would know they're in a relationship and they love each other.I look within myself, searching for the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness that Daxon's wolf always insisted was natural. But I'm not angry, and I'm not jealous. Surprisingly, I'm glad that Tristan isn't as miserable as I am. Because no
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Chapter: I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONEChapter 4He pulls out of the parking spot slowly, giving me time to adjust. The motorcycle purrs beneath us like a contented beast, and I can't help but think how fitting that is. Everything about Tristan has always reminded me of something wild, something barely contained. Even now, after five years apart, I can feel that familiar energy radiating from him.*He smells like home,* my wolf whispers in the back of my mind, her voice a low rumble of longing. *Like pine forests and summer storms.**No,* I tell her firmly. *We can't think like that. Not anymore.*But as we merge onto the highway, the bike picks up speed, and I have no choice but to hold on tighter. My arms circle his waist, and my wolf practically purrs at the contact. She's been so quiet these past three years, retreating deep inside me where Daxon's fists couldn't reach her. But now, with Tristan's familiar scent filling my lungs and his warmth seeping through his leather jacket, she's stirring to life again.The worl
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Chapter: JUST TRISTAN. TAKING ME HOMEChapter 3This can't be happening.Not now. Not after everything I've just escaped from. Not when I'm finally free, finally breathing again, finally remembering what it feels like to make my own choices.But there he is. Tristan Hayes. The man I spent two years trying to forget. The man who taught me that love could be gentle before Daxon taught me it could be violent.Wow! He's still so hurt, I hear Claire, my wolf, say.I raise a brow. So she's still here? I'd forgotten about her existence.Isn't he so hot? she says with the most sheepish voice I've ever heard from her.That's not what matters now, we need to stay away from him. I say, pushing her down. Then I let myself look at him. Really look at him. Even after five years, Tristan Hayes is impossible to miss. He's taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, his dark hair longer and wilder than the neat style he used to wear.He's aged like fine wine. It looks like he hasn't aged a single day. He looks nothing like a
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-13
Chapter: I REJECT YOU, DAXON SULLIVANChapter 2This is it. The moment of truth. The point of no return.I look at Daxon, at his expectant face, at the way his eyes promise punishment if I don't give him what he wants. I look at the crowd of pack members, all watching, all waiting, all believing they're witnessing something sacred.I think about the woman I used to be, before I learned to make myself small. Before I learned that love was supposed to hurt. Before I forgot that I had a voice.I think about my baby, who never got a chance to live because I was too weak to protect us both.I think about the rest of my life, stretching out ahead of me like a prison sentence.I think about the text messages from earlier: You're stronger than you know.And I realize something. I am stronger than I know. Stronger than he's made me believe. Stronger than the fear he's used to control me.I open my mouth, and the words come out clear and strong. "I reject you."The silence that follows is deafening. Three hundred people staring at
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Chapter: THE MATING CEREMONYChapter 1Five years laterAthenaThe white dress feels like chains around my neck.I stare at myself in the mirror of the bridal suite, my reflection wavering through the tears I refuse to let fall. The woman looking back at me is a stranger, hollow cheeks, dark circles carefully concealed with makeup, a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. The dress Daxon chose hangs off my frame, too big now after months of barely eating, of walking on eggshells, of shrinking myself smaller and smaller until I almost disappeared entirely."You look beautiful," whispers Elena, one of the pack's omega females assigned to help me prepare. Her voice is gentle, but I catch the way her eyes linger on the foundation caked thick around my left eye, the way the sleeves of my dress are positioned to hide the fingerprint bruises on my arms.Beautiful. The word tastes bitter in my mouth. When was the last time I felt beautiful? When was the last time I felt anything other than afraid?"Thank you," I manage, my v
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Chapter: THE NIGHT I SHOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED HIM PrologueAthenaI can't breathe.Tristan moves inside me, slow and deep, and I'm drowning in the sensation. Each thrust sends heat spiraling through my body, filling all the hollow spaces that grief carved out today.His hands find their way beneath my thigh, lifting it carefully... gently, like I might shatter—before he pushes forward, filling me again. I gasp, arching my back off the bed, fingers tangled in the sheets, desperate to hold onto something solid, anything.But it's all so overwhelming. So intoxicating.The moonlight streaming through his bedroom window catches the sweat on his chest, the way his dark hair sticks to his forehead. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as I fall apart beneath him.This is wrong. So wrong.We just laid our parents to rest this morning. All four of them—my mom and dad, his mom and dad. Lowered into the ground side by side, just like they would have wanted. Our fathers had been best friends since childhood, Alphas of neighboring packs wh
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