LOGINKIM’S POVI kept saying his name. His hands were on my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples, while his mouth woke up every nerve ending in my neck. My hands had made their way back to his beautiful dick again—so long and thick and hard for me—stroking the shaft. The skin was so velvety soft there, over the rock-hardness underneath.“I can’t wait any longer. I want you so much,” he whispered just under my ear, licking the tender skin there.“Me too,” I whispered back, stroking him a little faster.Everything had sped up and become more intense. I could hardly breathe for wanting him. He kissed and licked down from my neck to my collarbones, to my breasts. He flicked his tongue across my nipples, then sucked each one, each pull causing a deep ache in my pussy.“Julius, please,” I begged, not knowing exactly what to ask for—but more than this. “Please.”He kissed farther down, across my belly and my hipbones, and positioned himself between my thighs. I moaned in anticipation, and t
KIMBERLY’S POVI'd been calling Julius for days now, texting too, and got nothing back. No answer at all. No reply from him. I knew the reason, deep down: Angela. She caused all of this mess. If the Luna never caught us together back then, none of this explodes like now. Everyone in the pack stares at me as if I'm the villain, the one who wrecked everything alone.Julius joined in, though. He desired me back then; I felt his hunger. Yet he dodged me after. Acted like our moments meant zero, like erasing me from his life worked fine. I know he and I can’t be together because of our ranks in the pack but I refused to let him shove me aside so quick. I craved him bad, and when desire hits me hard, I push forward.Tonight, my patience finally ran out. I chose to find him, no excuses. I hung back until guards finished rounds near the pack house, then crept in through the back door. It wasn’t hard to get through the hallway undetected. My pulse thumped loud, part fear, part thrill rushing t
ANGELA’S POVThe night air brushed against my skin, cool enough to make me aware of every inch it touched. We followed the narrow garden path behind the house, and the only sounds were the steady hum of crickets and the faint scrape of gravel under our feet.The moonlight slipped through the trees, thin and pale, cutting across the stone like threads of silver. I carried my heels in one hand. My other was in Aaron’s, and for a long time, neither of us said anything. Peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. The kind that makes your thoughts start circling back on themselves.I kept thinking about everything, and then some. The wedding. My father’s expectations. The fake smiles at dinner. And Aaron. Especially Aaron, sitting across from me with that polite, faraway look he gets when something is wrong. Even now, he walked beside me, but there was a distance in him that made me want to reach out and shake him, or maybe hold him tighter. I wasn’t sure which.I stopped walking. “Aaron,” I said quiet
AARON’S POVWhen Angela told me her family wanted to have me over for dinner, something in me tightened. Not nerves exactly. More like that strange stillness right before a storm breaks. You know something’s coming, even if you pretend you don’t.I already had the feeling I would run into someone I did not want to see. And the second I walked into that dining room and spotted her uncle George, that quiet warning in the back of my mind turned sharp.He looked different, older, heavier around the eyes, but I knew him. He had been there the day my parents were buried, standing with the Shadow Moon mourners, watching from a distance. I had buried that whole part of my life deep enough that no one should have recognized me. But one look from him told me he had.So when he asked to talk alone, I was not surprised.We walked down the hall without a word. The sound of clinking glasses and laughter faded behind us. He did not take me to the study. Instead, he pushed open the back door and led
ANGELA’S POVBy the time the sky started to fade, my nerves had tangled themselves into something ugly. The house smelled thick with roasted chicken and herbs, a sweetness from the pasta sauce drifting through the air. Mom was humming, happy, moving fast between the kitchen and the dining room. My cousins were laughing too loud, arguing over forks and napkins. The whole place felt alive, too alive, and I kept thinking I should be calm by now. But I wasn’t.I was laying out the last few plates when I heard the low hum of a car outside. Tires crunching on the driveway. My hand froze midair. Everyone noticed, I think, because Rainey smirked and bumped me with her elbow.“That’s him, isn’t it?”“Don’t start,” I said, my voice quieter than I meant, heat crawling up my neck.When I opened the door, something inside me stuttered. Aaron stood there in the porch light, tall and steady, that faint shadow under his jaw making him look unfairly good. His shirt was black, sleeves rolled, the top b
ANGELA’S POVI had been staring at my phone so long the screen had started to blur. I kept refreshing it anyway, as if somehow that would make a message appear. Nothing. Not even a missed call.It was ridiculous. Aaron was never the kind of person who texted much, and I knew that. Still, after last night… the way he had looked at me, like he was almost about to close the distance between us. I could not stop waiting for something. A word. A sign. Anything.I told myself to relax, that he was probably caught up with work, but the thought would not settle. A quiet, stubborn part of me kept whispering maybe he has changed his mind, maybe he has finally realized this whole pretend marriage idea is stupid.The thought made my chest tighten. I did not want to care so much, but I did. I did not want him to walk away. Not yet. Not when I was starting to feel something real.I was still lost in that thought when my mom burst into the room, her voice bright and almost musical.“Angela! They’re







