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
I sat on the edge of the bed as the healer, an old woman with peculiar attire and an even more peculiar aroma clinging to her – something akin to over-roasted carrots, I mused – began her examination. Courtesy, a newly acquired skill, forced a smile onto my face as she drew closer, the pungent scent assaulting my nostrils. Her touch was surprisingly firm as she probed and pressed various parts of my body, seemingly perplexed."Ow," I instinctively reacted when her fingers pressed into my lower groin."You seem physically sound," she declared, her gaze distant. "The eggs do not appear to have caused significant harm. However," her brow furrowed, "I am curious about the persistent coughing.""Perhaps I simply choked," I offered dismissively, hoping to steer her away from the truth.But Cayden, who had been observing from behind her, interjected, his voice carrying a note of concern. "Normally, even a trace of egg causes his entire body to flush red. This time, it was only his face."Yes
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
My breath stalled.All that horniness, the feverish heat, the way my body had just melted into his—it vanished. Gone in a blink. I shoved Caden off, just slightly at first. My hand trembled as I reached for the map.I had to grab it before he saw.But he was faster.Caden snatched it from my reach, eyes scanning. “What’s this about?”I watched, heart hammering.The map… had changed back. Its content was normal again.I exhaled a shaky breath. Relief swept through me.“What happened?” he asked, looking confused. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“I thought I saw… something,” I muttered.Then he smirked. “You’re so into me, you’re starting to hallucinate?”He chuckled and moved toward me again, hands outstretched to resume where we left off.But I backed away, jaw tight.“No. Just… put your robe back on. I need space.”I dressed quickly, barely aware of my shaking fingers. Then I was out the door. I could feel his gaze on my back—confused, frustrated, maybe even hurt.What the hell j
Day 2The day hasn’t been nice at all. Everything feels sluggish. Today is almost the last... Tomorrow will be my final day here with Cayden. Ryan has already sent a letter. he’s coming to get me once Cayden’s week is over.Cayden isn’t happy about it.He’s been trailing me everywhere I go, his eyes never leaving me. Always following. He’s taken me to his meetings, and his bathrooms.And honestly? I’m kind of loving this prince treatment. But still... what if my eyes change color again? Or my hair? Worse what if my breasts return mid-sex?I chugged my coffee in panic, immediately burning my tongue.“Ow.”“Your sudden love for coffee still amazes me, my love,” Cayden said, his eyes glued to the map in his hands.“Well, what can I say? People changes. And I guess I’m one of the people.”“Mmhmm,” he replied distractedly.“What’s on that map anyway?” I asked.“I figured, when you leave—since next week you’ll be at Another Park—we need to be prepared. In case you don’t pick us. In case the
I was finally out of the healer’s chambers. It was now day three.Cayden had taken me far away from the palace, far away from the Blue Moon territory altogether, just because I claimed it was too traumatizing. I didn’t want to see the healer. I didn’t want to see anything that reminded me of Philip… or of Darren himself. I just needed to stay away. I needed space.As expected, Cayden made it happen.We sat now in the middle of a vast garden, surrounded by blooming flowers. The scent of them filled the air, almost suffocating.I was sipping coffee while Cayden fed the small animals nearby, tossing them bits of fruit. For a while, everything felt... almost peaceful.But then he turned to me.His red eyes locked onto mine, and stayed there too long.I thought maybe he was just admiring me, so I tilted my head, smiling sweetlyeven acting a little cuter to charm him.Until he spoke.“You smell weird,” he said.I blinked. “What?”Cayden stood, crossed the space between us, and grabbed my ha
"Darren, Darren, wake up. Darren, wake up. Look at me!"I could feel my body shaking, reality pulling me back in. I fluttered my eyes open and met a pair of red eyes glaring down at me, full of fear and desperation."Thank God you're alive. Thank God," he said, voice thick with emotion.It was Cayden.He pulled me into a tight hug. "I knew you couldn’t die like that. I knew you were stronger than this. Those bastards who played with our lives—they won't get away with it.""Cayden... is that really you?" I croaked."It’s me, my love. Nothing happened to you," he whispered fiercely.But I knew the truth. I had died. I had felt it—the knife sinking in, my existence slipping away.What was happening?I should have died. I should have left this body behind.Instead, I stood outside myself... and then somehow came back.Was this magic? Was I playing with something I didn't understand? Was I flirting with fire without even knowing it?Cayden helped me up quickly, supporting my weak body as h
My eyes fluttered open, vision blurry and wet.Pain. God pain everywhere.I tried to move, but my arms wouldn't budge. Thick iron chains clamped around my wrists. I looked down and froze. My legs were jammed inside a bucket, blood spilling over the rim, staining the floor red.What the hell?!Are they collecting my blood?!Fear slammed into my chest. My throat burned."Cay...y...den," I croaked weakly, the name barely leaving my lips. I was in serious trouble. I was going to die.Then, a voice cut through the room, smooth and dripping with venom."Can't believe the Moon Goddess picked someone this dumb to bear the Almighty powers."That voice.That goddamn voice.The voice that once made my stomach flutter now made my blood run cold.Philip.He sat nearby, lazily sipping from a cup, surrounded by a few other men. Realization hit me like a truck.No. No, no, no.What the hell have I done?Rage, shame, and heartbreak crashed over me.Damnit! What the fuck has my stupid heart done to me?