Nobela ni Ennison Pearls Writer

WREN’S POV I’M IN agony, shaking to the bones as I stuff my clothes into a red luggage bag in preparation to leave with Alpha Rhys in the next few minutes. This empty, bruise-like ache settles in my chest like a lump, making every movement difficult. My phone is placed atop the rumpled, generic hotel-white duvet of my room, and I track the time: 11:37 PM. I will meet him in eight minutes. I had almost nothing to pack. Just a couple of hand-me-downs from Alpha Silas: his hoodies, oversized shirts, some plain gowns and flats. When I’m done packing, my things barely fill half the bag. I zip it up with a sniffle just as the door bursts open and a blemishless figure crosses the threshold. I lift my swollen eyes, catching the reflection of pale skin in the mirror opposite me before I even turn to look at her. Cheryl. Her green eyes are anything but princessy today as she asks in a tight voice, “Have you been lying about being wolfless?” The question catche

RHYS’ POV WHEN YOU see her, you will know. When you smell her for the first time, it'll feel like heaven made out of roses. When you touch her, you’ll feel ecstasy in the hum of energy. Pure, maddening ecstasy that drives you to the edge, that makes your heart race like it wants out of your chest, adrenaline that makes you move the heavens and the earths just to be with her. That was the bullshit my mother shoved down my throat the second I came of age, the promise of the real Mate connection. For years, I’d believed it was a lie. Feelings hadn’t been a thing for me. Or rather, I’d been numb to it. I've had females thrown at me my entire life: strong, desperate, beautiful. I take every one of them, searching for the slightest spark of that promised ecstasy. I go deep, trying to feel that heart-racing rush, across packs, across the werewolf towns and cities, seeking the best women, paying for it, betting for it, playing for it. For years, nothing. Un

HeCHOSE ToHave You. CHOSE. CHOSE. The Mad Alpha of the rival pack chose to have me. Whispers fill the assembly halls. I can feel every stare stabbing into my back, but none of it compares to the weight of Alpha Silas’s gaze. He looks down on me with a sneer now. “Shocking, isn’t this?” Through the blur of my eyes, his face warps, vision distorted, “While I had been thinking what to do with you all year long," he continues, loud enough that it carries over the whispers. "While you were mooning over me. While you were busy loving me, thinking you were my Luna, I was thinking about how much I hated you…” All of a sudden, my chest hurts too much to breathe, and the room won’t stop spinning. True to his words, I feel his hate. Quite literally. Over the years, I’ve felt people’s hate towards me in a way that it feels like a physical weapon. At first, I thought I was losing my mind and my insecurities were getting to me. But even without my wolf senses

WREN’S POVEVERY TOUCH from Silas Deveraux used to steal my breath away, making me forget I had no wolf, forget the gap between our lineages—him being Alpha, me a Beta—forget about the scorn and mockery of the pack members every time we walked the hallways side by side, his arm slithering gently around my waist as a claim that I belonged to him.But tonight, his hands are almost bruising, full of anger after losing the yearly hockey tournament. He doesn’t kiss my face the way he does when we have sex. He doesn’t look into my eyes like he’s trying to tell me how good my mouth feels when the length of his cock pushes into my throat.There’s no gentleness in him tonight.Instead, he has me flipped me over and fucked with the energy of a monster."Silas, please..." I moan against the sweat-drenched pillow, voice muffled, my fingers gripping the sheets of the bed. Face down, ass up.I can’t breathe with the way he pounds me from behind, hard enough that the only sound that fills the room