We got there.Of course we did. Because apparently, I do take midnight strolls to the borderline of a hostile pack just to meet a man who’s too emotionally constipated to walk fifty feet to my room. How romantic.The guards flanked me like I was some kind of diplomatic parcel, fragile and expensive. Elena trailed behind, whispering something about “don’t throw punches unless he deserves it.” Spoiler: he already does.We stopped at the base of a tall, obnoxiously aesthetic tower—because of course Ryan has a tower. Why not a throne and a moat while we’re at it?One of the guards cleared his throat. “Alpha Ryan will meet you shortly. He requests you wait on the rooftop.”Oh. The rooftop.Of course. Because having a conversation on solid, emotionally grounded earth would just be too simple. No let’s put the confused, moody transmigrator with rejection issues on a goddamn rooftop under the stars like a tragic heroine in a slow burn movie.“Rooftop"I turned to Elena, lips pressed into some
The screen of my phone went dark, but the residual heat of that scene still simmered beneath my skin. "The intensity of those three Alphas vying for him never failed to ignite a visceral thrill."“Ah,” I breathed out, rolling on my bed like a high school girl, a soft sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction escaping as the scene replayed behind my eyelids. Scorching. Consuming. My heart still echoed with the frantic rhythm of the story’s climax, the agonizing choice he had to make. Just one choice, one moment, would change everything.A sigh escaped me as I turned onto my side, the image lingering.“It’s… art.”However, a selfish part of me still yearned for the delicious chaos of a different outcome. But no, the narrative had chosen its path, guided by the inevitable pull of singular love. A concept that, in my current state of heightened arousal, felt… less than ideal.Screw love’s complications. Lust—now that was a language I spoke frequently.The digital clock on my phone flashed
Excitement, confusion, and a storm of emotions ran through my body. As a young woman, well, I used to be a young woman who stared at her, and she looked at me like she was seeing a complete lunatic. Honestly? She wasn’t wrong. She was staring at a mad person. A mad person who had been on her way to pick up a limited edition BL novel, and somehow got flattened and woke up inside said BL novel. No. This cannot be happening. So you’re telling me… Caden, Ryan, and Levi are outside waiting for me? What is? My stomach twisted painfully. A knot formed deep inside, and I had no idea what to do. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to be feeling. My hands reached for the edge of the strange robe I was wearing some kind of luxurious, high-fantasy fashion nightmare that I only see in movies. I stared at her again, wide-eyed and sweating. She gave me a sympathetic look. “I’ll leave you to it, my lord. But I’ll return in five minutes. Please… be fast.” Then she turned and ste
“What do you mean, love?” Levi stepped forward, gently grabbing my hand. His voice was soft, tender—but his grip was trembling. “Look into my eyes and tell me that,” he said, searching my face, hoping to find the Darren he once knew. I couldn’t. I turned my gaze away. Because if I looked into his eyes-those beautiful, soft eyes.I would crash. I would break. And I couldn’t afford to. I steadied myself, took a breath, and pushed his hand away. I needed to play this perfectly, or they’d see through me. They’d realize I wasn’t their Darren. They’d know something had changed. “I… I need to ask something important,” I said, trying to sound fragile but firm. “How do I know all three of you are not here because of what I am? Because of what my blood can do for your packs?” I touched my chest—Darren’s chest—and felt it beat wildly. “How do I know you're not just here for power?” My voice cracked, just enough to sell it. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it. Not like this.” Ryan’s eyes nar
I sat in Cayden’s special carriage. The one meant to carry his mate home. It was regal, draped in Blue Moon’s silver and black, trimmed with threads of hope and pride… hope that today, I would have chosen him. But I hadn’t. Outside, I saw the crowd. Faces filled with disappointment, confusion, and restrained rage. They had waited years for this day. For me. And I had left them hanging. If it hadn’t been for the presence of the other Alphas, if they hadn’t feared starting a war… they might have torn me apart. And then Cayden entered the carriage. His aura hit me like a wall so familiar, so powerful. It swallowed the air and filled the space. My body reacted before my mind could process it. I turned to him. His hand slid into mine. “Darren,” he said, voice low, commanding. My heart thumped. I bit my lip. I turned my head away before I crumbled beneath his voice. Fuck, I wasn’t ready for this. He gently cupped my cheek. His warmth—his scent rushed back all at once. “da
[Author's note...matured content in here] Cayden hovered above me, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, his dark red eyes locking onto mine with a predatory hunger that sent a jolt straight to my core. Damn he is hot! His body was half naked, his muscular chest gleaming in the dim light, and the air between us thickened with the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the room. I could feel the heat from his body radiating against mine, and it only made my pulse quicken. My wolf growled wanting him to devour us right here. "Do you want me?" Cayden’s voice was low, dark, and heavy with desire. His words barely made it to my ears before his lips were on mine. His kiss was ferocious-hungry, desperate—like he couldn’t wait any longer. His lips crashed into mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs, and I found myself responding instantly, my hands reaching up to pull him closer, pressing my body into his. There was no hesitation between us, no holding
He didn’t react. Didn’t say a word. I grabbed his head, tilting it back, pressing him into the moment. He tried to push up, but I used my fingers to hold him down, the weight of my dominance settling over him. His breath came in heavy bursts as he shuddered beneath me. Slowly, I trailed my mouth down his neck, the soft burn of my tongue leaving a hot, wet trail. My lips brushed against his nipples, teasing, flicking, and each soft touch drove him mad, his body reacting, twitching under my ministrations. He gripped my head, his fingers tight in my hair, and I could feel him straining beneath me. I lowered myself further, hands gripping him, feeling him pulse in my grasp. Fuck — he was big. Long, thick, and demanding, just like I remembered. I sank down, slow at first, until I was wrapped around him completely. My mouth moved over him, licking, sucking, the heat between us unbearable. His breath hitched, and I tightened my grip, pushing him deeper, feeling the pulse of his power bene
Waking up was disorienting. A dull throb echoed behind my eyes, a stark reminder of the previous night's intense encounter. It had taken a far greater toll than I’d anticipated, leaving me feeling drained and strangely vulnerable. As my eyelids fluttered open, my blurry vision was met with an unexpected sight: a semicircle of maids, their figures tall and imposing as they stood silently around the bed. Cayden was gone. What were all these people doing here? Pushing myself up, I managed to sit against the plush headboard. Immediately, the maids bowed respectfully in unison. One of them stepped forward, gesturing to a collection of exquisitely crafted male cloaks laid out on a nearby table. "Lord Cayden has selected these for you, my lord. He wished for you to choose one for alteration." Even in my groggy state, the beauty of the cloaks was apparent. Though undeniably masculine in their cut and length, each was adorned with intricate and unique designs. My eyes carefully scanned
We got there.Of course we did. Because apparently, I do take midnight strolls to the borderline of a hostile pack just to meet a man who’s too emotionally constipated to walk fifty feet to my room. How romantic.The guards flanked me like I was some kind of diplomatic parcel, fragile and expensive. Elena trailed behind, whispering something about “don’t throw punches unless he deserves it.” Spoiler: he already does.We stopped at the base of a tall, obnoxiously aesthetic tower—because of course Ryan has a tower. Why not a throne and a moat while we’re at it?One of the guards cleared his throat. “Alpha Ryan will meet you shortly. He requests you wait on the rooftop.”Oh. The rooftop.Of course. Because having a conversation on solid, emotionally grounded earth would just be too simple. No let’s put the confused, moody transmigrator with rejection issues on a goddamn rooftop under the stars like a tragic heroine in a slow burn movie.“Rooftop"I turned to Elena, lips pressed into some
“Darren, Darren, please calm down!” Elena’s voice trembled as she rushed to my side. Her small hands gripped my wrist, trembling, trying to soothe the rage that poured from every inch of my body. “Please, it won’t be a big deal. Trust me, we’ll—”I turned to her, sharply. My voice cut through her plea like a blade.“Please,” I said, and for once, it wasn’t begging. It was warning. My eyes locked with hers, and I felt the burn behind my lashes. “You keep telling me it won’t be big. That it doesn’t matter. But how can you say that? This—this is supposed to be him proving his love for me.”I stood still, chest heaving, heart bleeding behind my ribs. “I was confused before, Elena. When they all bombarded me with their pretty words and possessive gazes, I didn’t know who to pick. I didn’t know who deserved to be picked. But I chose. I’m trying to choose. And now? If he wants to make this difficult—if he wants to keep playing these little child games—I’ll make the decision for him.”My voic
Well, disappointment hit us like a slap to the face.No one came to meet us. No Ryan. No delegation. Just a few guards who looked like they could buy and sell the Blue Moon estate with pocket change.But I must say-Riverdale was huge. Enormous. Blue Moon looked like a pampered toddler next to this place. The gates were towering, the estate stretched far beyond what I could see, and the wolves here... they were different. These weren’t battle-worn soldiers or sweet, starry-eyed villagers.These were aristocrats.Even the guards wore tailored coats, thick woven sashes, and cloaks embroidered with sigils I didn’t recognize. Their boots gleamed. Their hair was combed back in sleek styles. And the way they moved calm, slow, expensive.When we stepped down, two of them reached to help me out of the carriage gently, like I was something precious.Then they pushed Elena back.I turned fast, my voice cold. “She’s my maid. You treat her with the same respect you show me.”They paused. One of th
My heart was breaking.No...shattering.Everything I had built, every little piece of control, every wall I raised, every plan I held onto—it was all crumbling, one by one, like sand slipping through my fingers.Then, mercifully, Elena entered.“My Lord,” she said softly but firmly, “they are outside waiting for you.”And somehow… those words gave me the strength I needed. Just enough to push Cayden away.“I’m sorry, Cayden,” I whispered, my voice quiet, almost broken.And he didn’t stop me.He just stood there, watching. Watching me pack my things. Watching me walk away from him. Watching my back as I left him behind.His fists clenched tight at his sides, knuckles white, body trembling but he didn’t follow. Not this time.When I stepped outside, the weight of a hundred stares fell on me. Betas. Elders. Pack members of Blue Moon, their expressions twisted with confusion, pity… maybe even contempt.But I held my head high.And then I saw him.Ryan.Waiting, composed, flanked by his gu
Cayden immediately rushed after me.“Darren! Darren”I stormed into my chamber and slammed the door in his face hard.But before I could lock it, he forced it open and grabbed my wrist.“Let me go!”“My love I'm sorry?” His voice was rough, desperate.“You let them embarrass me,” I spat. “You let them call me a monster, a thief. You stood there while they accused me of stealing my own body, Cayden.”He looked stunned, like he didn’t see it that way.“I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me,” I hissed.“But no because I didn’t choose you, you turned on me. You made your pack treat me like an invader. You let your own people...your traitors kidnap me and stab me.”My voice cracked. “I could’ve died, Cayden.”“I..”“And what did you do in return?” My chest heaved. “You stood there and accused me. Accused me of being an imposter.”I started packing. I couldn’t stay another night here. Maybe I had a day left in this cursed deal, but that one day could be the one that revealed ever
I'm exposed.My secret...my circuit, my curse...it’s finally out. No more pretending. No more illusions.But one thing is for sure.Even if they kill me, I’ll come back into this body. This is my cage now. No matter how they try to dispose of me, humiliate me, lock me away... I’ll still be here. Trapped.They think this is justice?When Philip and his goons tried to kill me that night, they proved the worst part. I can’t leave this body. Not unless they find the mirror where I buried it.But no.I’m not going down like this. I won’t give up. I can’t give up.I turned to Cayden. My voice trembled with something between fury and desperation.“You really believe her?”The prophet stepped forward again, cool and steady. “Alpha, soul-shifting cases have been reported before. The spell comes from a forbidden text one used by werewolves who’ve trained in shadow magic. They say it’s taught by a dark figure. One that visits in the dead of night.”Her words were a noose tightening around my nec
Cayden and his goons were here.He’d brought the prophets. Three figures, eerie and ancient-looking, and seated himself at the center of the summoning circle like this was some kind of royal ritual.I stood there, clutching the strange mark Elena had found on my neck, fingers trembling. I’d prayed it was just some scar from the seagull attack. Something explainable. But now, I wasn’t so sure.The prophets moved quickly, forming a tight circle around me. Their robes swept the ground as they poured some silver powder onto the floor. I watched in frozen silence as the powder began to shimmer ash white and ghostly forming a glowing ring around me.They started chanting.Low and guttural at first. Then louder. Louder. My ears rang. My vision pulsed. The ash lit up with an unnatural glow, swirling with white light that climbed the air like smoke. My heart slammed against my chest.No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.They’re going to find out. They’ll know I’m not supposed to be here.
“Who are you? What are you? And why are you always helping me?” I demanded, my voice echoing through the dark void. “Why now?”The cloaked figure tilted its head, slowly. “You are asking the wrong questions.”“What do you mean?” I snapped, frustrated. “Tell me what this is.”The figure’s voice dropped lower, ominous and steady. “You are in danger. That body you wear... it does not belong to you.”A chill slid down my spine.“And to keep it, you will have to make a great sacrifice.”I hesitated. “A sacrifice...?”“Yes. Many. But I’m here to assist you in doing what it takes to hold onto it.”“And why is that?” I asked sharply.“You will understand in time,” the figure replied. “Just consider me... a force you can call upon. A presence in the dark. One that helps you survive.”The silence was sharp.“The power inside you,” they continued, “must be used wisely. You and I will help each other. I need that power inside you to accomplish something... and you need me to blend into this world
Soon enough, night fell.Elena had declared she wouldn’t leave my side. Instead, she took me out into the open.Tonight was a full moon.One by one, they all began to transform—silver fur bursting through the skin, bones reshaping with wild grace. They howled at the moon in unison. Even Cayden joined them.But not me.The Moon Chosen doesn't need to howl.I watched in silence as the sound of their cries echoed into the dark. Then, just as suddenly, it ended. The wolves shifted back to their human forms. Laughter, food, and dancing followed.That’s when Cayden came to me, eyes dark with intent. I knew what he wanted.But Elena stepped between us, gripping his wrist.“No,” she said firmly. “He’s not leaving my side. Not after what happened. He was rigged, nearly killed. Stuff like that won't ever happen again. And besides”—she gave a tight smile—“tomorrow’s my last day with him. Let me steal him, just for tonight. Please.”Cayden looked at me. I nodded.So did Elena.Reluctantly, she le