Mag-log inThe setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the sprawling pack lands. As the day transitioned into twilight, a sense of magic filled the air, mirroring the enchantment that swirled within my heart. The pack hall stood before me, adorned with delicate drapes and fragrant blossoms, like a sanctuary of love and unity.I stood at the threshold of this momentous occasion, my pulse quickening with each passing second. The gown I wore clung to me like a second skin, its intricate lace and shimmering details embodying the essence of elegance. My eyes, brimming with excitement and nervous anticipation, reflected the soft candlelight that illuminated the hall.Beside me, my mother, a portrait of strength and love, offered me a tender smile. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, mirroring the depth of emotions that surged w
"Mom," I stammered, the fear threatening to consume me. "You... his scent is on me... You slept with Adrian?" Her fury trembled through her every word."You... how dare you?!" she exclaimed, storming towards me. Gripping my arm tightly, she shook me with an intensity fueled by rage. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?! What have you done, you brainless girl?"This was the first time I witnessed my mother's controlled demeanor crumble, her words echoing throughout the pack house, leaving a trail of anger in their wake. It felt as though her body had been possessed by a stranger, her rage seeping out unrestrained. Her eyes blazed with fury."August, I explicitly told you that if you went near that boy again, our relationship would be severed. But not only did you break that promise, you came back home reeking of his sc
“Adrian, it’s a misunderstanding.” I tried to clarify but his hand on my neck tightened even more, almost restricting my breaths.“I heard whatever was necessary for me to hear. I had to hear it from the other pack members that you went on a fucking date with some chimp, August!”“He wasn’t a chimp, to be fair. He was pretty good looking guy.”“Are you sure that this is that what you want to say to me right now?!” he growled icily.Shit.“I- I’m sorry, okay? It wasn’t-”He snatched me closer at once, his breaths tingling my lips, “Listen to me August, you are mine and whatever whoever has said to you doesn’t matter the fuck to me. If you are so intent on ignoring that, then I am not letting you out of my fucking sight from now on. And then I will see how you go on other dates.”“Adrian,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. “Let me explain.”His arms on my waist tightened and his hand that was on my hip slid down deeper, lower, to the spot between my legs to grasp it with his f
The restaurant exuded a cozy charm, its small space adorned with greenery and dark wood tables. The atmosphere was intimate, with only a few couples scattered throughout the room. My attention was drawn to a lone figure seated near a grand window that overlooked a picturesque hill, his gaze fixed on the world outside.With a warm smile, I approached him, extending my hand for a friendly introduction. "Hey, I'm August," I greeted, hoping to establish a connection.He returned my smile and shook my hand. "Ah, hey, I'm Tony."Tony was undeniably cute, although he possessed a different kind of charm compared to Adrian. Adrian had that smoldering, irresistible handsomeness, while Tony had an endearing innocence reflected in his face, complete with bangs cascading over his forehea
I stood there, watching as my mom's face twisted in agony. It was as if she was holding onto some kind of terrible secret that she couldn't bear to reveal. I wanted to know what had happened between her and Alpha Bruno, but I didn't want to push her too hard. Whatever it was, it had clearly left a deep scar on her soul.“Mom, what just happened?” Mom, who was frozen till now, suddenly lifted her hand to her chest. It was shaking.I rushed over to her, supporting her body as she began to stumble. I helped her to the bed, making her sit down."Mom, please tell me," I said softly. "I won't judge you. I just want to understand."She shook her head slowly, her eyes distant and unfocused. "It's a long story, August. A painful one."And then lifted her head to meet my eyes, “It’s- nothing. I had told you Adrian and you are not meant to be together! I warned you so many times, August.”“Mom, you are scaring me.” “It’s not about you. It was never about you. But that man- he… he is… August, I
“I am.” I muttered. “I want more.” he smiled and slipped his hand on the small of my back. His hand was warm, and I couldn't help but shiver at his touch. His faced leaned in and his lips brushed against mine. He pulled back slightly and whispered, “Your scent is driving me fucking crazy.” “We… we should-” Before I could finish my sentence, he kissed me again. This time, he was much more aggressive. He deepened the kiss, his hands were on my waist, and he was pulling me closer to him. With my body trembling, I clung to him. As much as the thought of someone seeing us making out made me nervous, ignoring his touch was much harder. His mouth slid down from my lips, down to my ear, licking the sensitive spot that I didn’t know existed. My body stiffened as I felt the tickle on my ear. The electrifying sensation ran through my entire body at once, igniting fire in every pore. “Adrian…” I whispered. My hand slid from the side of his face to his neck, my fingers trailing along the
I pushed him out of the room as my face turned red in shame. Locking the door from inside, I took several deep breaths to calm myself and then changed the clothes. The dress was light and cloudy on my skin. I had never had something like this. Something NEW even. Exhaling with deep comfort, I steppe
Adrian was caught off guard by the flour attack. I repeat. Adrian, the most popular, good-looking, and also the LAST werewolf I should be in the same room with, is standing in front of me. And I had just attacked him The door slammed shut behind Him. He jumped back the moment he spotted my pale
Lucinda stood at the door watching me and mum. She must have heard everything already. I heard repressed and low murmurs around the room, surprised that Lucinda is even more beautiful than looking from afar. She is the living definition of grace. She’s the gem, the princess. She is everything we ca
“Stop!” my heart sank as I ran toward mom to sheild her and take her place instead SPLASH! Drenched from head to toe in the dirty water in the middle of the kitchen, I tried to breathe deeper to calm my erratic heartbeat. And then the one thing I was dreading, presented itself. “God damn it! You







