Marissa The air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as we ran through the open field where we had gathered. Dozens of werewolves stood in our human forms. It was rare for us to come together like this, but when we did, it was an unspoken tradition to make the most of it.Laughter and hollering echoed around me. Someone had smuggled in a bottle of cheap alcohol, passing it between hands. This was a pack run where we could be ourselves—no pressure, no responsibilities, just pure energy. Since we were within the same age range, I had trained with and fought beside most of the wolves. A few of them had already shifted, and I felt that primal call in my bones. The moments before the shift were always the most exhilarating.My body gave in to the change, and I began to run. The earth turned beneath my paws, and the moon seemed to be smiling on me as my wolf sprinted into the night. I loved the wind against my fur and the joy of movement. Wolves barked and dodged between trees, engagin
MarissaThe weekend neared, and I dreaded returning to my pack. There was always some ridiculous celebration or gathering that I never found joy doing. What I feared even more was facing my dad. He would demand answers. If the world weren’t so male-centered, I might have had the chance to leave permanently. But for now, I had no choice.The only thing I looked forward to was seeing my brother. I had missed him more than I cared to admit. We had never truly been apart until now, ever since I started working for the Lycans.When Brian arrived to pick me up, he wasn’t alone. Sydney was with him.The moment Sydney saw me, she grinned. “Rissa, you’re glowing. What’s in the Lycan air? Maybe Brian and I should move there too.”Brian scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’d rather smoke horse dung.”I snorted, and Sydney burst into laughter.Brian’s hatred for the Lycans was exaggerated at best. He could act like he was too good for their power and wealth all he wanted, but we all knew the truth, ou
MarissaReturning to the Lycan Kingdom after an exhausting weekend felt like coming up for air. I never thought I’d feel relief in a place I once viewed as foreign, but here I was, standing in my room, finally able to breathe.I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and groaned. The dry humidity had turned my hair into a mess. I had been relying on styling gels and buns to keep it in place, but it was clear I needed professional help.The nearest salons were fully booked. My only option was a high-end one in the wealthy district. The price was ridiculous, but I booked the appointment anyway.After sitting under the dryer, I moved toward the styling station. Justine stood near the mirrors, her gaze locking onto mine the second I looked up.Fuck.Guilt twisted in my stomach.Of all the places and times, I had to run into her here.I forced myself to look away, settling into my chair as if I hadn’t seen her. Maybe if I ignored her long enough, she’d do the same.No such luck.“Well
Marissa I couldn’t remember the last time I cried this hard. Maybe I never had.It wasn’t just the tears, it was the ache in my chest, the rawness of it. The way every breath felt like it was scraping against something broken inside me. Every time I thought I was done, another wave hit.Maybe it was because there was no one to comfort me. Maybe it was because I had finally said my biggest, scariest truth out loud.Or maybe it was because Justine’s silence made it all feel worse.She just sat there, staring at the steering wheel. No reaction. No anger. No disbelief. Just…nothing.I wanted to scream at her to say something. Anything. The silence was suffocating, like a slow, cruel rejection of my entire existence.Finally, she spoke.“I’ll drop you off.”That was it.Something snapped inside me.I turned to her, my vision still blurry with tears. “Don’t bother,” I said coldly. “I can find my own way.”She didn’t argue.I wiped my face, but my hands were shaking too much to stop the tea
Justine's POVMy hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The drive home blurred around me. What Marissa had told me didn’t just shake me. It completely unraveled everything I thought I knew.Justin had no idea about the mate bond. I was sure of it.If he did, he wouldn’t ignore it.Not when the mate bond was the one thing that could break his curse.For years, we had prayed for this. Desperately searched for answers. Begged the Goddess for redemption. At this point, Justin wouldn’t care if his fated mate was a damn octopus—as long as she could give him his freedom.So why had this been kept from him?The thought made me nauseous.I was supposed to stop at the club tonight, but what was the point? My family was on fire, and I was sitting in the middle of it, holding the match.By the time I pulled into the driveway, I turned off the engine but didn’t move. I stared at my hands, the silence around me feeling too loud.Everything suddenly made sense.That st
Marissa I woke up with a chill crawling down my spine, the kind that made me want to wrap myself in layers even though the room wasn’t cold. It wasn’t just the temperature, I felt it, deep inside my bones. Like something was wrong.Normally, I wasn’t the type to believe in bad omens, but lately, I was beginning to reconsider. Maybe I needed external help. A fortune teller, perhaps. Someone to map out my disaster of a life and tell me how to fix it.I had expected to spend the night tossing and turning, thinking about my uncertain future. But to my surprise, I had actually fallen asleep. And now, it was Monday. Time to get back to work. As Sydney had so kindly reminded me last night, I couldn’t keep running away from my problems.Before getting dressed, I grabbed my phone, hoping stupidly for a message from Justin.Nothing.A strange feeling settled in my stomach. Was I expecting too much? Had Justine told him? I hated the waiting. It was worse than the truth.By the time I reached t
Marissa I felt like my heart was bursting out of my chest. I grabbed my handbag and sprinted down the corridor, weaving past startled employees who barely had time to react.Justine's voice rang faintly in the background, calling for me, but I didn’t look back. I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell. The numbers blinked above the silver doors—12, 11, 10.Come on, I muttered, blinking back tears and clutching the strap of my bag. When the elevator finally dinged, the doors slid open. I stepped in and hit the ground floor button. It began its slow descent. My foot tapped restlessly against the floor.The moment the doors opened again, I bolted through the lobby and out the glass doors. The air felt hot, dry, and heavy. My legs burned, but I didn’t stop until the parking lot ended and the other side of the building came into view.There, by the edge of the building, I slowed down and stumbled toward the concrete wall, leaning my full weight into its surfac
JustinI leaned into the curve of my desk, finishing the last part of the quarterly report. I glanced at the time—11:42 AM. Without looking away from the screen, I rang Marisa to come in. I just needed to see her face. Her presence had a way of clearing out the static in my head.There was no response.I paused and waited. Nothing.I clicked into another line and adjusted the paragraph, then rang her again. Still no answer. Strange.I leaned back in my chair, pushed to the side, and made my way out. She wasn’t at her table. Her tablet lay on the desk, but her bag wasn’t there. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number—straight to voicemail.“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath, then turned back toward my office. Maybe she had a scheduled errand or an emergency. But she would’ve sent a message. Marisa never just vanished.Once back at my desk, I pulled up our shared calendar. There was nothing scheduled that should’ve taken her out of the building. I checked my inbox—no messages, no a
Marissa I needed air. Space. A few minutes where I didn’t have to see Wendy’s smug face or listen to her voice claiming royalty over my life. So I slipped away from the banquet hall, heading toward the other wing of the estate—anywhere that would put me out of her line of sight.But halfway down the corridor, I stopped.My breath caught. The bond struck me like lightning—sharp, primal, and thick with longing. My body responded before my brain did. I sniffed the air, eyes wide, heart racing.Justin.I turned slowly, already knowing.He had just walked in. Fully dressed for the banquet, head turned slightly to the side like he had just caught the scent too. His face was tense, unreadable, but the second his eyes landed on me, everything changed.He froze.His eyes roamed over my body, from the top of my pinned-up hair to the curve of my waist to the heels I barely managed to stand in. First, his expression showed disbelief, then something deeper. Hunger. Wonder. Relief.Then we started
MarissaI woke up with a sharp tug in my chest and the burning need to see Justin.It had been a week since I left. A full week without his voice or touch. Just heavy silence.I already knew the results. I knew he was the father.The memory of that call with Justine still sat on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.“Marissa…”She’d called around 10 p.m., sounding hesitant. I’d expected it, but it still hit like a punch.“The results came in.”I couldn’t speak. My chest pulled tight.“It’s positive. Wendy wasn’t bluffing.”My heart clenched. I bit down hard, tasting blood, just to stop the tears.“How’s Justin taking it?”She hesitated. “He’s… not himself. He won’t talk to anyone. He barely sleeps. You know how he gets when things spiral. He’s blaming himself. And now that Wendy has free access to the family, it’s chaos.”That was five days ago.And now, I couldn’t take the distance anymore. I had to see him, not just because I missed him, but because if this silence dragged on any
MarissaBrian came down the stairs slowly, pale. His mouth set in a hard line.“Is that true?” he asked quietly. “You cheated on Mom while she was sick?”“Brian,” Dad said, reaching for him.“Don’t. Touch. Me” Brian stepped back, yelling. “You told me you loved her. That you did everything for her. You lied to me!”“Stop it! It's not what you think.”Brian turned to me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”I swallowed hard. “How could I? You were just a kid. Mom made me promise not to poison you against him. She didn’t want you growing up with hate in your heart.”Brian’s eyes turned red and he stared at me. “I thought he moved on because we needed someone.”I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times. But I couldn’t break that promise.”He looked like he was struggling to breathe like his entire world had flipped upside down.I reached for him. “Brian, I’m sorry.”He let me hug him, and I held him tight, my tears soaking through his shirt. Behind us, the shouting continued—m
Marissa I had made up my mind. I was going home.Not because I missed it, and definitely not because I wanted to see my father or his wife. I just needed a change of scenery.Brian said I could stay with him for a bit, or I’d get a temporary apartment if needed. But I also knew how that went at that crazy pack, how single women were bounced around when they didn’t have a man’s name tied to the lease. If I couldn’t get something decent, I’d check into a hotel and figure it out from there.I needed space. Distance. Time.I was in the middle of zipping up my second box when I heard a knock. Then came Justine’s voice before I could answer.“This is dramatic, don’t you think?”I opened the door to see her and Justin standing there. They both looked way too polished for a casual visit like they had somewhere else important to be, but they came anyway.Justine looked over my shoulder into the room. “You packed like you’re going to the moon.”“It’s just two boxes,” I said, trying to sound ca
JustinWhen I knocked on Marissa's door, I didn’t expect her to look happy. She stared at me like I was a piece of furniture.She wasn’t frowning. She didn’t slam the door in my face. But she wasn’t smiling either. Her expression was calm, like someone who’d already had the emotional breakdown and was now in full recovery mode.“Can I come in?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.She shrugged, stepped aside without saying a word.I hesitated before stepping in. Her room smelled of her shampoo, lemon-scented body mist and the bond. I held out the small shopping bag.She blinked. “What’s that?”I offered it again. “Just check it.”She gave me an unreadable look. Then she reached out and accepted it opened the bag and pulled out the velvet box, flipped it open, and rolled her eyes.Shit.“You don’t like it?” I asked quickly. “I can change it. There’s another set I saw, more silver—”She closed the box, dropped it back into the bag, and placed it down like it was a file she didn’t
JustinI paced the hallway outside the Queen’s study, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. When my mother finally called me in, I didn’t waste time pretending I was calm.“She’s still ignoring me,” I said, not even bothering to sit.My mom looked up from the book she was reading, brows raised. “Who?”I stared at her. “Who else? She's acting like I committed a crime.”“Well…” she started, dragging out the word, “you did get another woman pregnant. No woman wants that, trust me.”I scowled. “Allegedly.”She shut her book and sighed. “Honey, I love you. But let’s not act like this isn’t complicated.”“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I muttered, walking to the window. “Wendy and I were barely even together. We hadn’t touched each other in months. The last few times, I used protection. Every time.”“Protection isn’t foolproof,” she said.I turned to face her. “I know that. But I also know Wendy. She’s not the type to sit quietly while being dumped. She’s petty. This whole thing feels ti
MarissaOnce I was inside my room, I locked the door, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed on the bed. I stared at the ceiling again. I could have called Brian. But I didn’t. What was I supposed to say?“Hey, Brian, remember that perfect mate the goddess gave me? Yeah, he might have knocked up his ex.”No. I couldn’t handle the pity in his voice.I made popcorn instead. Found a true crime series. Turned the volume high. And I got lost in cold cases. Somehow, it made mine feel smaller.Six hours later, I was still glued to the screen when my phone rang. Justin was calling.I stared at the screen for a few seconds before picking up.“Hello?”“Where are you?”“I went back to the lodge,” I replied, trying to sound casual.“Why?”“I needed space.”There was a pause. “Space from what?”“From the drama. Your ex announcing a pregnancy like it’s a royal decree.”He sighed. “I’m coming over.”“Don’t.”“Why not?”“Because I don’t know how to be around you right now. Everything hurts, and you being
Marissa Everything felt heavy. My heart, my thoughts, even my damn bones.The rules were simple, brutal, and old as time. The first woman to bear the future Alpha’s child, especially one destined to be Lycan King, had a permanent place in his life. It didn’t matter if they were mates. It didn’t matter if they were in love. It didn’t even matter if the woman was evil wrapped in silk.Rules were rules.And now Wendy had claimed she was pregnant with Justin’s child.I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to believe. My brain felt scrambled, like someone had cracked it open and stirred it with a knife.The Queen had tried to comfort me. She told me she was on my side. She said over her dead body would Justin marry Wendy.I appreciated her words but knew she was being overly positive. This kind of scandal could blow into a full-scale war.And in all of this, I was the outsider. The werewolf.Why couldn’t I just enjoy my mate for once? Why did it always have to come with some life
Marissa The court proceedings felt like I was the one on trial. I sat beside Justin, who strongly believed he'd win. He was calm, in control, and powerful.He didn’t speak much, but when he did, the courtroom paid attention. Every word came out confident and unapologetic. Sean, on the other hand, kept contradicting himself in every other sentence. His arrogance from the first day had completely crumbled. Even the judge looked tired of him.I felt so freaking proud. Not just because Justin was winning, but because he was doing it with so much grace and restraint.When court ended that first day, Justin turned to me with a boyish smile. “Are you hungry?”I laughed. “Starving.”He took me out. Just the two of us. We found a quiet rooftop restaurant and ordered way too much food.We didn't discuss court cases, politics, power or curses. We talked about stupid dares.That afternoon, I realized how much lighter he looked. Like someone had started peeling off the weight he’d been carrying