Skylar thought she had it all until Liam, her boyfriend, betrayed her. She was broken and furious until she met Ryder,the gruff captain of the hockey team and feared alpha of a ruthless biker gang. She planned to use him for revenge. But Ryder’s dangerous gaze made her question everything. When her family gave her a risky mission tied to Ryder’s pack, secrets long hidden were revealed pulling her deeper into a world she barely understood. Now she’s caught between two worlds and one question haunts her: Was she using him… or was he claiming her?
View MoreSkylar's POV The morning sun was glaring down at the sprawling campus of Berry University as if it wanted to see who would melt first the students or the asphalt. I had been here before for high school competitions, but this was different. Today wasn’t about winning a trophy. It was about me taking a step my parents would never forgive me for.Medicine. Not politics. Not the carefully groomed path they’d planned for me since birth. Not the speeches, galas, or mind-numbing dinners with people who spoke in veiled threats and fake smiles.I clutched the admission envelope in my hand as though it might evaporate if I loosened my grip. Around me, other incoming students buzzed with nervous excitement, laughing with friends, taking selfies under the tall banner that read WELCOME, FUTURE SCHOLARS.I didn’t feel like a future scholar. I felt like a traitor to my own bloodline.Mom would call it rebellion. Dad would call it stupidity.Both of them would be right in their own way.I moved towa
Skylar's POVThe Reed dining room was designed for silence, not conversation. Every detail from the high-backed mahogany chairs to the heavy velvet curtains seemed built to absorb sound, to smother anything resembling warmth.My parents sat at opposite ends of the long table, silverware clinking softly against fine china. We weren’t the kind of family that passed dishes or asked about each other’s day. We were the kind that exchanged glances like chess moves.“Your application to the University has been finalized,” my mother said, her tone as precise as the crease in her white blouse. “Political Sciences, International Relations. It’s the perfect foundation for…”“For the life you want me to have,” I cut in, stabbing my fork into a piece of asparagus.My father didn’t look up from his plate. “For the life you were born to have, Skylar. You’re not just our daughter—you’re a Reed. That comes with responsibility.”I leaned back in my chair. “Right. Responsibility. You mean power lunches,
Skylar's POV.“What the hell.” I screamed. Sometimes, the memories hit me when I least expect them. Like a punch to the chest, reminding me of everything I tried so hard to forget. Liam. Him standing there, caught red-handed with that girl the way her smug smile didn’t even falter when I appeared.It was supposed to be a quiet night, just a small gathering at the Crescent pack’s compound. I didn’t want to go, but my parents insisted. They said it was important for pack unity, for my future. I barely knew anyone there except Liam, and even then, I wasn’t sure if I really knew him at all.That night, I wandered through the hallways, looking for him, wanting to find the boy I thought I loved. Instead, I found him pressed against some girl, her arms wrapped around him like she belonged there. And she did. They belonged together—at least, that’s what the sight told me.I froze, my heart pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it. Liam looked up, saw me, and instead of shame, there was
Skylar's POV I remember the first time I truly felt the weight of being different. I was about fourteen, maybe fifteen, when it hit me that I wasn’t just the “lost pup” whispered about in passing I was the pack’s disappointment, the one who didn’t belong. Around me, the others shifted effortlessly, their bodies changing with the moon’s pull, becoming fierce and wild like they were born for it. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not ever, it seemed.It was like watching a private world unfold in front of me, a world I was locked out of. The other kids, the ones I’d grown up with transformed into powerful wolves under the moonlight, their bodies strong, their instincts sharp. They were everything I wasn’t.School turned into a battlefield. The same kids who once laughed and joked with me grew cold, their smiles replaced with sneers. “Freak,” they’d whisper as I passed. “Useless.” Sometimes, I heard those words loud and clear, their venom sinking deep into my bones. But no one dared say it to my
Skylar’s POV“Am I a maniac too?” I thought to myself as tears rolled down my cheeks.I’ve never been like the others. From as far back as I can remember, when the rest of the pack’s kids started changing, growing into their true forms, I stayed the same. When everyone else shifted fur, claws, eyes glowing under the full moon I was stuck as me. Just me.I was four when it started. I watched my cousins, siblings, friends all of them running wild, howling in the woods, their bodies transforming as if by magic. Their parents smiled proudly. It was the beginning of their real lives as werewolves, and everyone celebrated them. I should have been celebrating too. But instead, I was left behind.No one said it out loud, but I could feel it. The stares, the whispers behind my back. They called me “the lost pup,” “the one who never grows.” I heard it, even if no one dared say it to my face. I was the anomaly. The one who didn’t belong.At first, I thought maybe I just hadn’t discovered my powe
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