LOGINMaxwell.The dining room was unusually quiet.Not because anyone lacked something to say. Because our father looked like he had so much on his mind but was waiting for the perfect moment. Across the table, Alec continued eating as though nothing unusual had happened today. I knew better.Dad set down his glass with a soft clink."So."That single word carried the weight of an interrogation.Alec did not even look up from his plate."So.""I hear you have been having problems at university.""No.""Interesting."Dad leaned back in his chair."Because I have received three separate calls informing me that a certain person has apparently claimed ownership of you."I choked on my drink. Across from me, Mom covered a laugh with her napkin.Alec calmly cut another piece of steak."No one owns me."Dad's eyes narrowed slightly."Then why is half the university convinced you are being bullied?""It was a misunderstanding.""A misunderstanding.""Yes."A small voice from the side of the tabl
Aurora.By the end of my second day at Ravencroft, I had come to a deeply concerning realization.My plan was working.I hadn't expected it to work.I had expected embarrassment. Regret. Possibly a public apology and a transfer request.Instead, people moved out of my way.Not dramatically. Nobody dove into the bushes or fled at the sight of me.But there was a difference.A subtle one.The kind you only notice if you spent years being the person people usually walked through instead of around.Nobody bumped my shoulder.Nobody made comments under their breath.Nobody looked at me and immediately decided I was the safest target in the room.For the first time in years, I wasn't bracing myself every time I entered a crowded space.The feeling was unsettling.And embarrassingly addictive.I was crossing the central courtyard between classes when I noticed two students approaching from the opposite direction. They were talking to each other right up until they saw me.Then both of them s
Aurora.I had expected them to laugh.Not the polite kind of laugh, either. The kind that comes right before someone tells you to get lost and stop wasting their time.Instead, both twins sat beneath the oak tree listening to me with a level of attention that felt almost inappropriate for the situation, like I had accidentally wandered into a lecture instead of presenting the worst idea of my life.By the time I finished explaining my plan, I was slightly out of breath.The silence that followed felt heavier than the entire conversation.The twin holding the book looked thoughtful.The other looked entertained, like he was already watching the disaster unfold in his head and enjoying every second of it.Neither of them looked remotely horrified, which I was beginning to suspect was the most dangerous outcome of all.I folded my arms and waited.The quieter twin spoke first."So let me make sure I understand."I pointed at him immediately."Good. Because if anyone can understand this p
Aurora.The morning I arrived at Ravencroft University felt strangely unreal.For years, this place had existed only as a goal. A dream. An escape route.Now I was actually standing in front of it.I adjusted my backpack and stared through the massive iron gates as students moved across the campus in small groups, laughing and talking on their way to class. Some were human. Others weren't.Most people knew the truth about werewolves these days. They lived among humans, worked beside them, and studied alongside them. At least officially.Unofficially, things were different.Werewolves occupied the top of almost every social ladder they touched, and humans learned early not to get in their way. Especially at places like Ravencroft, where the children of powerful packs came to study.I should have been nervous.Instead, I felt hopeful.For the first time in years, nobody here knew me. Nobody knew about Richard, the schools I'd transferred through, or the names I'd spent years pretending
Aurora.The sound of glass shattering made me close my eyes, not because I was surprised, but because I was tired. So unbelievably tired.For one brief, stupid second, I'd allowed myself to believe tonight might be different.It wasn't."Aurora!"My stepfather's voice thundered through the apartment.I stared at the stack of textbooks spread across the tiny kitchen table and silently counted to five before getting up.One.Two.Three.Four.Five."AURORA!"The smell reached me before I entered the living room.Alcohol, vomit, and disappointment. The holy trinity of Richard Bennett, my mother's husband and quite possibly the worst mistake she'd ever made.I found him sprawled across the couch with an empty bottle hanging from his fingers. The coffee table had been knocked over, and something sticky coated the carpet.Wonderful.Just wonderful."What?" I asked.Richard squinted at me, his bloodshot eyes struggling to focus."There she is," he slurred. "You deaf now?""No.""Then why'd i
Selena. The first light of dawn had barely touched the horizon when I woke to the feeling of Denver’s hard body pressed against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist. His cock was already thick and heavy against my ass, twitching with morning need. Seven years apart had done nothing to dull the hunger between us. If anything, it had sharpened it into something insatiable.I turned in his arms, pressing a slow kiss to his chest before sliding lower. Denver’s golden eyes cracked open, watching me with that dark, predatory intensity that made my stomach flutter.“Selena…” His voice was rough with sleep and lust.“Shh,” I whispered, kissing down the hard ridges of his abdomen. “Let me take care of you, Alpha.”His hand fisted gently in my hair as I settled between his powerful thighs. Up close, his cock was even more intimidating—thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around the base, barely able to close them fully, and looked up at him through
Denver.I was halfway down the hall to my room when one of the guards walked up to me.“Alpha, Tiana was here asking for you,” he said. “She’s waiting.”I didn’t think twice. “Give her access.”The door to my room had barely shut behind me when I started pulling off my jacket. My body felt heavy, t
SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived wit
Selena.As we entered the car and headed toward our pack house gates, I found myself glancing back.Some small, foolish part of me still hoped they would come. That they would say goodbye. That they would choose me once, just once.I kept expecting to hear my mother call my name. I kept believing m
Selena.Just as I had the previous night, I did not sleep. I lay awake until morning, staring at the ceiling as the light slowly changed in the room. When the sun finally rose, it did not bring comfort. It only made everything feel more real.This room no longer felt like mine.The walls were the







