MarissaI heard Justin call my name just as I was heading past the other side of the lounge downstairs. My heart swelled with satisfaction. I had planned this. I saw him leaving earlier, quickly put the pieces together, and decided to take the same route."You must be bored out of your mind if you’re ditching your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend to stalk me," Justin said, smirking as he fell into step beside me.I turned my head just enough to give him a pointed look. "What if I am? What are you going to do about it?""Many things," he winked.I rolled my eyes, walking past him and stepping out into the night. The air was thick and humid, the dim glow of the streetlamps barely cutting through the darkness. The parking lot stretched ahead, mostly deserted, save for a few scattered cars.Justin’s footsteps followed behind me."Are you in any way throwing a bait at me?" he asked, his voice teasing.I smiled to myself. "That depends on what you consider a bait."Before I could take another
Justin and I returned to the VIP section of the club in separate directions. We were just acting like silly high school teenagers, and I assumed that was how my best friend and ex Alan and Genevieve hid their relationship from me because I was doing the same thing. Only in my case, it was worse because Justin and I were not even in a relationship.Somehow, I felt like the star of the show—with Hector, who genuinely liked me and was pretending to be my boyfriend, Justine, who wanted something romantic with me, and then Justin, my mate, who had not acknowledged the bond, even though we had just made out seconds ago. This was all messed up. Never in my life would I have assumed that at my age—when my mates were almost done having babies—I would find myself in such a predicament.Perhaps that was why I was getting a bit hypnotic as I sat with Hector at the bar, trying to enjoy myself. But my focus kept drifting, and my eyes betrayed me every few minutes. Justin had gone back to Wendy, and
JustinMy mom's hopes were up because I felt something close to relief for the first time in a long while. It seemed that the last treatment had dulled the ever-present ache in my bones and the sensation that my body was on fire. My mom would always check on me, monitoring my food and asking questions—being the overprotective mom she was."You think the last treatment worked?" she said to me.I shrugged. "I don't know. Things look a bit more manageable now."Her eyes were filled with hope. "I told you it would. It is, isn't it?" she said.We were seated upstairs in the family room—one of the rare times I saw my mom naturally, without all the jewelry. Her waist-length hair was let down, softening her features, and she was still dressed in her night robe."I'm going to invite the healer," she said, already calling him. "He doesn’t live too far.""Mom, please, I've got things to do. I have a meeting this morning."She shot me a glare. "I want you to get your full healing and take over th
MarissaI stared at my phone, rereading Justin's message for the third time, and a sheepish smile appeared on my face. I was so stupid for reacting to his words and actions and reeking of giddiness.Thinking about what we could do alone made me grow feverish, tingles flooding my body before I forcefully squashed the feeling. I was not going to sit around like some starry-eyed fool, feeling giddy over someone who was literally engaged to someone else. Plus, his sister was coming along. That was enough to make the excitement fizzle. I dropped my phone onto the table, knowing I was getting ahead of myself.Justine would be all over me, watching me with those expectant eyes, hoping to win me over. It was exhausting.I lay on the bed, my mind flooding back to Hector's reaction when I told him that Justin and I were mates. He looked at me like someone had just told him his favorite movie series was discontinued."I don't believe you," he said, giving me a deadpan stare. Then he gave me the
Marissa“In my pack, it's an abomination for visitors to visit and not get served with refreshments. So, is there anything I can get you?" I said, my gaze darting between Justine and Justin."I'm fine," Justin said stiffly as if he were testing me."Water will do. Unlike some people, I actually have human needs," Justine said, pointing at her brother.I stood up and headed to get the bottle of water. I felt a lingering gaze pressing into my back. I didn't know who was watching among the twins.I barely had time to turn before a group of werewolves approached me with curiosity in their eyes. There was no way these people were going to mind their business."What's going on? Are we getting sent back to our pack?"I opened the refrigerator, taking out the bottle of water. "There is no grand announcement or exile. I'm just helping the prince plan his wedding."A collective sigh of relief passed through the group."Oh, that makes sense," someone said."Exactly. Now, can you let me pass?"Th
Justin"Mom, take that off my face," I warned, staring at her with restrained anger.Across from me, she stood like a military general, holding the enemy—a glass of water and a container filled with oversized, chalky pills that tasted like ground-up despair."I feel fine. You're overthinking this," I said, deadpan, leaning back against my headboard."Come on, honey. Just because you haven't had an episode recently doesn't mean we should get too comfortable."I sighed, exasperated. "Didn't you say some days ago that this was a sign I was healing? Things were looking better? So what's with the backtracking? Shouldn’t we be celebrating progress?""I'm being careful," she said. "We need to be careful."Her voice softened at the last part, and I knew she was worried. But still, the damn pills were massive."Fine. I'll break them to make swallowing easier," she offered, but I already knew she wasn’t budging.Then her voice took on that no-nonsense edge. "No matter how old you are, I’m still
Marissa Sitting at my desk with my fingers poised over my tablet, my focus was on Justin's door. He had walked in not long ago, but there was something off about him, and by the time I snuck a peek at him, he wasn’t typing, making calls, or reviewing reports. He was just staring blankly at the screen. I had spent too much time watching this man and knew when something was wrong.And now that I knew the truth—that he couldn't bond the way I did—everything made more sense. I wasn’t overthinking anymore or doubting myself, and most importantly, I wasn’t confused about where I stood. I had the power here.I let him sit with his thoughts a little longer, giving him space. Then, when I was certain he wasn’t about to snap at me, I stood and made my way into his office without announcing myself. Instead, I moved past him toward the machine behind his chair, pretending to be grabbing a file or adjusting something. Then I moved in.My arm slipped around his shoulders, pressing against his back
Marissa There was no claiming bite. No mark. No declaration of the bond sealed. Just heat and desire and an absence where his teeth should have grazed my skin.I wanted to say it, but something beyond me was holding me back. So I swallowed the truth and forced myself to untangle from him before I could do something reckless—like beg him to bite my neck.“So, are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you, or do I have to start listing possibilities? Because I have a few theories, and I’m very creative.”He chuckled and zipped his pants. “That’s a dangerous offer, sweetheart. I’d have to hear the ridiculous things running through your mind.”Sweetheart. He called me sweetheart!I blinked that thought away.“Did Wendy finally leave you heartbroken? Or maybe your cousin has been whispering nonsense again, trying to convince people that he’s more suited for the throne?”He paused for a bit before smirking. “You say that like you’re joking, but you’re not wrong.”I sobered and held h
Amaya I sat cross-legged on the floor beside my open suitcase, with clothes scattered like a crime scene as I tossed them in.My dad and Marissa didn’t say it, but I knew. They were sending me away because I was a burden. They didn't have to say it when their energy screamed it loud enough to bruise.I didn’t want to go to the Academy. A place where my life would be regulated down to what time I could breathe. But this was the Lycan world. The closer you were to the throne, the tighter the leash.Most packs didn’t even want royal blood hanging around because it made them nervous. Royal drama caused wars. And the one person who could’ve taken me in, my mother, chose a man over her own daughter.I sighed. These thoughts were toxic, but they never left. I shoved a rolled-up T-shirt into my bag and yanked my phone from the nightstand.Text to Xavier:Guess what. I'm going. Sunday.His reply came instantly.XAVIER: Hell yeah! I knew you'd cave. You and I are gonna rule that place.I snort
Amaya I clutched my heels in one hand and the gate handle in the other, swaying as I shut it behind me.The night air slapped my cheeks, just enough to remind me I needed to tiptoe. The guard posted outside gave me that look. The one that said you're not like your sister, the perfect little heir who didn’t keep late nights and was being groomed for a crown.I padded barefoot across the driveway. Xavier had dropped me off. I never took my car when I planned to drink. The front door was unlocked. That meant my dad was still up.I slipped inside like I was crossing enemy lines. The hallway was dark, but Amber's birthday aftermath lingered. Scattered chairs, empty glasses, and glitter from the party. I headed to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. I grabbed two slices of leftover pizza, flicked off the light, and crept upstairs. Halfway through, my phone slipped out of my hand and clattered down a step. I mouthed a silent curse and kept moving, pausing at the top to make sure
Twenty-plus years later Amaya Getting abandoned by your own mother needs to be listed as the most painful form of betrayal.Hearing my mother constantly say no to my request to live with her and her husband made something burn deep inside me. The kind of burn that doesn’t leave—it just sits there, quietly ruining everything.Was I really that unlikable? It wasn’t even about love. She never gave me the chance to know what that felt like. What broke me was the fact that no matter where I went, I was always the forgotten one.Hi. I’m Amaya. I’ll be turning 21 in three months. Bastard daughter of the King they fear and worship—Justin, the Lycan King of the Southern Province. My mother? Wendy. A Lycan princess who got pregnant to secure a spot in my father’s life.Unfortunately for her, he married Marissa—my stepmother, now the queen, and the actual love of my father’s life.I didn’t even know Marissa wasn’t my biological mother until I was eight. My mom popped up out of nowhere like a b
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