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AuroraLucas is a werewolf. A real werewolf.Even after seeing it with my own eyes, it feels too big for my brain to wrap around. My thoughts keep looping, trying to find logic in something that doesn’t need logic at all. I saw him shift. I saw his wolf. I saw him turn back, skin rippling like light bending through water, bones reshaping under moonlight. And somehow, he’s just… Lucas again.It’s so so cool.Better than any fictional story I’ve read. Better than all my book boyfriends combined. Every supernatural novel I’ve ever devoured suddenly feels like a watered-down version of what’s mine.He told me everyone here is a werewolf, except Anastasia. Even little Rose and Reid. When he said that, I felt this quick spark of anxiety in my chest. What if I somewhat let them down because I am not like them?Lucas had sensed it before I even said anything. He always does. He brushed his thumb along my wrist, soft and easy, and told me they already love me. That all my doubts are for noth
Lucas“We will have puppies?” she blurts out, eyes wide, voice halfway between wonder and panic. “A litter of puppies?”I blink. For a moment, I think I misheard her. I just revealed my true self to her, my wolf, and that’s what she’s thinking about? Puppies?My wolf and I both stare at her. She’s still looking at us, her mouth slightly open, her hands halfway raised as if she’s trying to imagine tiny versions of me running around the forest. There’s disbelief on her face, sure, but it’s not the kind I expected. Not the kind that says, What are you? It’s more like Did I just sign up for having puppies with this guy?My wolf huffs inside me, the sound echoing through my mind. Mate is perfect but she confuses me.Yeah. I can’t agree more.She tilts her head, and the moonlight catches the loose strands of her hair.She’s unreal, standing here, heart racing but eyes soft, filled curiosity not fear or doubt.This girl, my mate, just watched me transform into something that shouldn’t exist
AuroraAll my life has been spent behind walls. Not the kind you can see, not the kind you can touch, but the kind that live inside your chest. Invisible, quiet, heavy. The walls of my home were only a reflection of the real ones, the ones that taught me how to smile when I wanted to scream, how to sit still when I wanted to run. I learned to be composed, to be perfect, to be what everyone else expected from the daughter of the Blake family... what dad expected from me to be.But when I’m with Lucas, those walls fall apart. Not all at once. It’s slower than that, like sunlight melting frost. I don’t even notice when it happens. One moment I’m cautious, aware of every word, every breath. The next, I’m just… me. The version of myself, that has always been just for me.And tonight, out here, under the dark sky and the quiet hum of the forest, I finally understand what it feels like to be free. Not the kind of freedom people talk about in books or quotes, but something simpler. Realer. Br
LucasShe looks at me like I hung the moon, and I hate that. Not because I don’t want it, but because I don’t deserve it. Not yet. Not until she knows everything.Her scent hits me first, sweet and maddening.My wolf stirs, restless, clawing at the inside of my skin. He wants her. Not just wants... needs. I can feel it in every breath. He wants to claim her, to make her ours, to leave his mark where the world can see it.But I can’t.Not yet.I keep telling myself that, over and over like a mantra that’s supposed to calm me, but it doesn’t. The more I fight it, the louder he gets. The way she’s looking at me right now doesn’t help. Her lips are parted, her eyes dark with something between hunger and trust, and it’s killing me. I can feel every inch of her pressed against me, warm and alive, her heartbeat a rhythm I know I’ll never forget.I can taste the word “mine” on the tip of my tongue. But it’s not the right time. It’s not fair to her.My wolf doesn’t care about fairness. He want
AuroraLucas is instantly at my side before I can even process what’s happening. His hands are on my waist, and suddenly, my feet leave the ground.A startled yelp escapes my lips as he lifts me effortlessly and carries me toward the couch. My fingers clutch the front of his shirt on reflex, more out of surprise than fear. “Lucas...what are you doing?”“Keeping you from stepping on more glass,” he mutters, his tone light but edged with concern.Behind him, the little girl giggles, her sleepy voice still soft and raspy. “Silly Uncle Lucas,” she says, and the sound brings a small, involuntary smile to my lips.Mikhail’s voice draws my attention before I even realize I’ve turned toward him. He’s kneeling now, gathering the both of the children into his arms. His boy's little hands clutch at his shirt while the littlge girl leans into his shoulder, whispering something that makes him smile, not a big smile, just a quiet lift of the lips that softens his whole face.It catches me off guard
AuroraOur family.The words echo in my head, sinking deep and spreading warmth through me. Our family. Not his. Not theirs. Ours. Something soft breaks open inside me, like a fragile piece of my heart finally finding something that it craved for.“Hey, Aurora,” one of the men says as he steps forward. His voice carries a natural confidence, the kind that doesn’t need to be forced or raised to be heard. His smile reaches his eyes, warm and steady, and I feel myself relax without meaning to. “I’m Jake, his big brother. And now yours too.”I study him quietly, taking in the details. His shoulders are relaxed but his stance firm, his posture speaking of someone who has spent his life standing between people and their problems. There is an air of authority around him, not intimidating or controlling, but reassuring. It’s the kind of authority that promises protection. He looks like someone who would step up for anyone he cares about, someone dependable, someone who would solve your probl








