When Cynamon, a rogue she wolf meets her new boyfriend's best friend, a famous human actor named Zac, she fights hard not to give into the attraction. She did not want a mate, especially not one that will have her places in the limelight. But her wolf Zyca refuses to let her ignore it, and his friends, seeing the sparks flying, are also pushing them together. Things happen really fast, leaving them both kinda dizzy, and trying to find a foothold in their new life together. Why do Cynamon want to keep the relationship a secret ? What secret is she protecting that has cut the ties to her family ?
View More*Zac* The sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue throughout the living room as I step inside, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. But today, something feels distinctly off, but not in a bad way. “Cynamon?” I call out, my voice echoing softly. The house is unusually quiet, the usual sounds of her humming or the gentle clinking cookware from her baking conspicuously absent. As I walk further in, I spot her in the corner, surrounded by an array of pillows and blankets, her brow furrowed in concentration. It’s an adorable sight… like a bird carefully arranging her nest. I can’t help but smile at the endearing image. “What are you doing, love?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and amusement dancing in my eyes. She looks up, a hint of surprise flashing across her face before she quickly masks it with a nonchalant wave. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just… tidying up.” But I see the way her fingers fidget with the fabric, how her gaze d
*Zac* As I approach the house, the familiar sound of her voice drifts through the air, weaving its way around me like a warm embrace. I can’t help but smile, my heart swelling with fondness for Cynamon. I assume either Nick came over, or maybe LZ and Evangeline. Reaching the door, I pause briefly to take a deep breath, savoring the moment. Cynamon has transformed this house into a home, and I can’t wait to hear about her day. I reach for the doorknob, twisting it slowly as I push the door open. “Cynamon, I’m back!” I call out, my voice echoing through the cozy living room. But the voices stops abruptly, replaced by a sudden tension that hangs in the air. My eyes scan the room, landing on Cynamon and a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. My heart skips a beat as I take in the stranger’s rugged appearance: his tousled blonde hair, sharp jawline, and the way he carries himself with an air of confidence. “Hi… Who’s this guy?” I ask, the words slipping out before I can think,
*Cynamon* As the familiar voice slices through the tension, I turn, my heart racing, half in relief and half in disbelief. Cukier stands there, looking as rugged and wild as the Texas landscape itself. His blonde, almost white, hair hair tousles in the wind, a hint of mischief in his smile that feels both familiar and foreign after all this time. “Cynamon,” he says, stepping closer, his voice a blend of warmth and urgency. Zyka lets out a weird sound in my head, ‘It is Cukier… and Zalder.’ Zalder is Cukier’s wolf. Before I can respond any of them, he wraps me in a tight embrace, the kind that feels both protective and reassuring. I melt into him, breathing in the scent of home mixed with a hint of adventure. “I can’t believe it’s you!” I exclaim, pulling back to look into his eyes. “How did you find me?” Cukier’s expression shifts, a shadow crossing his face. “It wasn’t easy,” he admits, his tone serious now. “But I need to warn you.” My heart skips a beat, concern flooding my
*Cynamon* The sprawling fields around the house unfurl like a golden sea, waves of tall grass dancing in the warm Texas breeze. As I walk, Blue trots ahead, his joyful barks breaking the tranquil silence that envelops us. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle light that feels almost magical. I take a deep breath, savoring the crisp, earthy scent of the outdoors, and glance down at my belly, round and full with the life growing inside me. I can’t wait to become a mother, and even more I can’t wait to make Zac a father. ‘Isn’t it beautiful out here?’ I think to Zyca who stirs with a gentle hum of agreement, I know she is looking forward to our baby’s arrival too. ‘Yes, it’s perfect. Just us and the open sky,‘ she replies, her voice a soothing balm amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts. ‘Even though I miss Zac.’ I can almost forget the weight of my pregnancy for a moment, the way it pulls at my center, and my lower back has started hurting especially in the evening, remin
*Cynamon* I stand at the kitchen counter, the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting through the air, as I finish up the cupcakes. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the large windows of our home, casting a warm hue over everything. I’m just putting the finishing touches on a batch of my signature cupcakes… lavender-infused with a hint of lemon zest… when Zac walks in again, his presence instantly igniting a flutter of excitement in my chest. “Those smell incredible, babe,” he says, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes twinkle with that charming mischief I adore. “Thanks! Just wait until you taste them,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady while my heart races. I can’t help but sneak a glance at him. He is wearing that soft, faded T-shirt that hugs his muscles perfectly, and I feel a familiar tug of affection. I hear a low growl in my mind, a playful voice that is both mine and not mine. 'He is looking at you like you’re his next meal,' Zyca tea
*Cynamon* The warm, sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter, my apron tied snugly around my waist, flour dusting my fingertips. I hum softly to myself, the rhythm of my mixing spoon creating a melody that dances through the air. I’m baking cupcakes as I promised Evangeline, a delightful burst of color and flavor that feels like a small celebration for our little family. With each stir, I can almost imagine the smiles on the faces of those who will devour them. I have of course made sure that they are safe for LZ. Just as I pour the batter into the cupcake liners, I hear the familiar creak of the door. “Hey, sweet cheeks!” Zac’s voice is a warm embrace, instantly brightening the room and my mood as always. I glance over my shoulder and find him leaning against the frame, his dark hair tousled and those deep hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t you dare!” I warn playfully, catching his hand just as he reaches for the bowl, his finger
*Evangeline* I wake slowly to wet and warm kisses being fluttered on my stomach, making me remember last night. After a short nap, we had made love again, and then we had taken a shower together, LZ insisting on washing my hair, which he was actually really good at... then we had a snack in the kitchen and went to bed, falling asleep all entangled in each other and relaxed. "Are you awake, sweetheart?" LZ mumbles softly against my skin. "Hmm, almost." I let the words out on a content sigh. He flutters more kisses on my stomach, going slowly lower. "Would it be okay if I have a little morning snack?" "A morning sna...". I let out a gasp as his warm mouth finds my rapidly heating core. "Ohh, okay." One hand comes up, taking my hands and placing them in his hair with a small chuckle that has my body instantly turn up the heat. Oh, my man is kinky... and I love it... I run my hand into those amazing soft curls, hearing the small growl that comes from him and feeling how he ups his
*Evangeline* “This… the allergies I mean, it has to be rather problematic when you travel and such… how do you manage ?” I look at LZ as he slips a piece of sushi into his mouth with the chopsticks. “Also… I thought you were a vegetarian ?” He looks thoughtful as he chews, it makes his forehead crinkle up in the cutest way… we are, as you probably have guessed, having sushi for dinner, after having visited the local toy museum and a very interesting photo and video exhibit. He swallows the bite. “Well, I actually made a video about it… travelling with allergies and how to best handle it… I always make sure to bring some energy bars and to have a list with the most important words in the local language. But no matter what it’s always a bit stressful… and well not fully vegetarian, I do eat a bit of fish sometimes”. “Yeah I can imagine… I mean I feel all nervous eating with you. Is it bad… I mean what happens ?” I imagine it would be good for me to know in case it happens. “What s
*Evangeline* I look at myself in the mirror ... jeans and a striped button down shirt, not very fairy like but LZ had sent me a text saying I should wear something casual that would work for inside and outside, and as it’s a pretty warm spring day, so this seems like a good choice. Also I am not about to tell him my secret, not yet. I have made the mistake of telling a guy to fast one time. He called the government, wanting money to deliver me for experiments, Luckily for me they thought him insane and locked him up. My doorbell ring and I go to open, finding a smiling LZ wearing jeans, sneakers and a nice hoodie ... just as I expected. “Hi LZ, you could just have ... like honked, I would have come out”. “No way ... I am not delivering a pizza, I am picking up a beautiful woman”. He leans in to ghost his lips softly against mine. “So ready for a fun and interesting afternoon ?” “I am and you are just the sweetest”. I can’t help smiling, sweet, handsome, smart and a true gentlema
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