LOGINDebbieThe roadside cafe was loud. Music blared from a speaker near the entrance. It was the perfect place to hide. No one from the pack’s high circles would ever come here.Silas sat at a small, plastic table in the corner. He was sweating. His white shirt was damp at the collar. His hands shook so much that his spoon kept hitting the side of his bowl.I sat across from him and watched him."Eat your food, Silas," I said. My voice was calm, but it cut through the noise of the cafe. "You look like you’re about to faint."Silas jumped. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Director... I... I… am sorry to ask, but… why are we here—"I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. I watched a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. "I found out what you’re doing, Silas. Found out that you…” I pointed a finger at him. “have been ripping the pack.” He paused, the spoon almost falling.“Ma'am,” he called, his voice sounding like it was coming from his stomach.“That's not all, Silas
Debbie The office was quiet, but my heart was loud. I sat at my desk, looking at the list of driver names my assistant had just dropped off. As I looked at it, I had no idea what to do with these. At least for now.After this morning with Rain, we all came down to the office.Not gonna lie, last night, everything felt different. I felt a warmth in my chest I hadn't felt in years. Rain had been so vulnerable, so honest.Unlike yesterday, when Rain was in a bad shape, this morning he was better, and he was in the office.And then it was at that moment that something clicked in my head.Now that Rain was here, now that he was fine, won't it be best if I discussed these with him? Take these to him and we tackle the departmental problem together?Right, that was what I was going to do.I grabbed the file without hesitation and walked toward the elevators. I reached Rain’s floor and walked toward his big glass door. His assistant, a tall guy with a sharp suit, looked up at me."Is Rain in?
Debbie The morning sun hit the breakfast table, turning the room into a warm, golden haze. I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets still holding the scent of Rain’s sweat and the electric hum of the night before. I didn't bother with a real outfit; I just grabbed one of Rain’s biggest shirts—something to fit me. Luckily, I found one. Although it didn't give the baggy, oversized vibes, it still felt like a dress. I walked out of the room to the kitchen, my feet silent on the hardwood. As I got down the stairs, the boys were already there. They looked up as I approached. "Wooooahhhh," River cooed, a massive grin spreading across his face. "Debbs? How is this happening?" "When did—fuck! I said it!" River slammed his hand on the table. "I knew it! My nose can’t be wrong. I perceived you everywhere this morning." "Me too," Rex added, his voice low and amused. "I did too. I thought my head was just playing tricks on me." I couldn't help it. A genuine, soft smile broke across my face. I
Debbie The water was roaring against the tiles, but Rain’s growl was louder. The moment he thrust into me, the world outside that shower ceased to exist. It wasn't like anything I had felt before. This was the rut—raw, unfiltered, and violent. He didn't move with rhythm; he moved with a desperate, animalistic need. Each thrust was a heavy, bone-deep impact that forced the air from my lungs. I clung to his wet shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he pinned me against the wall. The friction was intense, the heat between us clashing with the spray of the water. "Rain," I gasped, my head tossing back. "Shut up," he rasped, his voice a dark, jagged edge near my ear. "You asked for this. Don't you dare tell me to stop." "I'm not telling you to stop," I managed to scream over the noise of the water. "Harder. I want it harder!" His eyes flared a brilliant, terrifying amber. He grabbed my other leg, hoisting me completely off the floor until I was wrapped around his waist. He beg
Debbie I knew the rut was tearing him apart. In the kitchen, I saw the way he gripped the counter occasionally, his knuckles white, trying to keep himself together. I’m not an expert on male anatomy, but I know enough. I had seen enough from his brothers to have known that my presence—my scent, my touch—is like throwing gasoline on a fire. And I’m ready to burn with him. That is why I didn't go to my room. That is why I walked into his bathroom and let the towel hit the floor. The steam from the shower swirled around us. I stepped into the stall, the spray of water hitting my back. Rain stood there, frozen. He looked at me like I was a dream he was afraid to touch. "Debbie..." he choked out, his voice thick and rough. "What are you doing here?" I stepped closer until the tips of my breasts brushed his chest. I looked up at him, my hair getting soaked. "What are you doing here, Rain? Standing under freezing water? He didn't answer. He couldn't. His eyes were wide, amber, and his c
Rain I parked the car in the driveway, and for the first time in three days, the crushing weight on my chest loosened. I felt whole. We stepped inside, and the house was as silent as a graveyard. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator, the AC, and our breathing. "Where are the rest?" Debbie whispered. "They are probably asleep," I said softly, even though my voice was still a bit scratchy. She looked at me, her eyes tired but kind. "I need to get some sleep too, Rain. I have to be at work tomorrow." I nodded. Although I didn't want her to go, I couldn't be selfish. Not after today. She had already sacrificed her sleep to come with me here. I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, Debbie." Then I turned to start walking toward my bedroom, feeling like a man who had just escaped a death sentence. I was halfway down the hall when her voice stopped me. "Rain." I turned around. "Huh?" She was still standing in the spot I left her. "Are you j
Debbie.He spread my thighs further, my shirt curled up in a small pile below my abdomen.Then, I saw him leaning down.Wait, was he—“Stop,” I said before I could register the word.He paused, arching his brow questioningly.“I… I… I don't think I want us to… uhm, that's…” I stuttered, unable to f
Debbie.What?Did he just say they should trash them?“Rain. Why? Why should they trash the clothes?” I asked.His hand flew to his hair, scratching irritably.He turned to me, arching a brow. “Really, Debbs? You really asking me that? Like… can't you see why?”I frowned. I didn't even understand w
DebbieThe brightness in my room was evidence that it was a new day.As I opened my eyes, dull and heavy, the memories of yesterday flooded my head.First, I was being abused at my husband’s house. Then, I ran, escaping to my in-laws’ place. But it didn’t end there.I was kissed by the most quiet in
DebbieHe was giving me a black card?Like I should take it, not even borrow it?“What’s… Rex, no, no, no. I… I can’t,” I stuttered. “Thanks, but… no. Please. No. I don’t need… I don’t need this.”He smiled. A smile that was barely there. “Debbie,” he called calmly. “You do need it. Please take it.







