LOGINElena Elena knocked on Harper’s apartment door and waited, hearing footsteps and muffled voices inside before the lock clicked. The door swung open and Lila stood there in pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie, her dark hair twisted into a messy bun on top of her head. “Finally.” Lila pulled her inside. “We’ve been waiting forever.” The apartment was small and lived-in, with mismatched throw pillows scattered across a sagging couch and fairy lights strung along the walls casting everything in warm amber. The air smelled like vanilla candles and the faint lingering scent of pizza. Harper emerged from the hallway wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, her blonde hair damp and hanging loose around her shoulders. “Hey.” She smiled and crossed the room to hug Elena. Elena hugged her back and caught something underneath Harper’s usual vanilla body spray something sharper, more masculine. Cologne she didn’t recognize mixed with sweat and sex. When Harper pulled away, Elena’s eyes landed
Alexander Alexander stared at the pill bottle on his desk. It was empty . He’d refilled it three days ago. The second bottle sat beside it. Also empty. Double doses. Sometimes triple. And still his wolf clawed at the inside of his chest like it was trying to rip through bone and muscle to get out. A knock at his office door. “Come in.” Isabelle entered in a tailored suit and heels that clicked against the floor. She closed the door behind her and stopped in front of his desk. “You asked to see me.” Alexander gestured to the empty bottles. “They’re not working.” Isabelle picked up one of the bottles and examined the label. “You’ve been taking double doses?” “Triple sometimes.” He interrupted Her eyebrows rose. “That’s dangerous.” “I don’t care about dangerous. I care about control.” Alexander leaned back in his chair. “And I don’t have it anymore.” “What are your symptoms?” “The pills prevent me from shifting. From reacting physically. But I feel everything else.” He p
Elena“You look absolutely stunning, dear.”Elena smiled at the woman whose name she’d already forgotten.The fifth person in twenty minutes to compliment her look“Thank you.”“That color is perfect on you.”Another woman joined them. “Is this Ethan’s girlfriend? Oh, she’s gorgeous.”They circled closer. Asked about school. Her major, questions that felt like tests.Elena answered and smiled and searched the room for escape.But she was just scanning the room for Dr. Hale. He was gone.“Elena, dear.”Mrs. Cross appeared at her elbow in a cream dress and pearls.Smile that looked warm but felt cold.“Walk with me.”It wasn’t a request she could decline so she obeyed and walked side by side . She followed her away from the crowd toward a quieter corner near the windows over looking the gardens.“You’re handling the attention well,” Mrs. Cross said. “These events can be overwhelming for outsiders.”“I’m managing.”“I’m sure.” Mrs. Cross sipped wine. “Tell me about your family. Who’s y
Alexander “That dress is stunning on you.” Alexander’s head turned before he could stop himself. Elena stood near the entrance, Ethan’s mother’s hand on her arm. The emerald green fabric clung to her body like a second skin before flowing from her waist in soft waves. His throat went dry. Ethan appeared at her side and placed his hand on the small of her back. Alexander’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Champagne, sir?” A server materialized beside him. Alexander took a fresh glass without looking. Vivian was somewhere talking to people whose names he’d already forgotten. He’d lost her in the crowd and didn’t care enough to find her. His attention was locked across the room. On Elena. On Ethan’s hand possessive against her spine as he guided her through introductions. She laughed at something someone said. Ethan’s fingers spread wider on her back. Alexander drank half his champagne in one swallow. “Alexander.” Victor Cross stood there, hand extended. Ethan’s fat
Elena Dinner was at seven like it always was when Vivian was home. Elena came downstairs and found the dining room already set, Mrs. Parker moving between the kitchen and the table with serving dishes. The smell of roasted chicken and herbs filled the house. Alexander sat at the head of the table reading something on his phone, still in his work clothes minus the jacket. Vivian was across from him in a cream-colored dress, her wine glass already half empty. “Elena.” Vivian smiled when she walked in. “Perfect timing. Sit.” Elena took her usual seat and Mrs. Parker immediately placed a plate in front of her. Chicken, roasted vegetables, some kind of grain Elena didn’t recognize. “Thank you,” Elena said. Mrs. Parker nodded and disappeared back into the kitchen. Alexander set his phone down and picked up his fork without looking at Elena. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of silverware against plates. Vivian took a sip of wine and set her glass down wi
ElenaThe campus café was loud during lunch rush, packed with students shouting orders at the counter and scrambling for empty tables. Elena sat wedged into a corner booth with Harper and Lila, their trays crowded with food and textbooks shoved to the side.Harper was talking with her mouth full, gesturing wildly with a french fry. “I’m serious. Professor Chen looked directly at me when he said someone in this class clearly isn’t prepared for upper-level coursework.”“Maybe because you walked in twenty minutes late,” Lila said, scrolling through her phone without looking up.“My car broke down. What was I supposed to do, teleport?”“Leave earlier?”“Wow. Groundbreaking advice. Thank you so much.”Elena picked at her sandwich and half-listened to them bicker. The café smelled like grease and burnt coffee and too many bodies crammed into too small a space. Someone at the table behind them was watching videos on their phone at full volume and the guy at the counter kept yelling names tha
Elena Cruz The house was already vibrating before they even got out of the car. Music pounded through the walls so loud Elena felt it in her chest. People covered the front lawn, solo cups everywhere, someone already throwing up in the bushes. The whole place smelled like beer and sweat and bad
Elena Cruz Her palms woke her up before her brain did. The throbbing cut through sleep and she sat up fast, disoriented, hands held out in front of her like evidence. Clean bandages. Professionally wrapped. She stared at them and pieced together the night in fragments. The car. The pavement. Blood
Elena Cruz Elena sprawled across her bed with her laptop, highlighter in hand, trying to make sense of the Anthropology reading that was due at midnight. The words kept blurring together. Something about territorial disputes in early pack settlements. Something about hierarchy structures. Somethin
Alexander Hale Alexander turned slowly, his hand still wrapped around Elena’s. Vivian stood in the doorway of his study, silk robe tied loosely at her waist, hair damp from a shower. Her eyes moved from Elena’s unconscious form slumped in the chair to Alexander’s hand gripping hers, then back to







