She never stayed long enough to belong. Living as a lone wolf with her father, she spent her life drifting from town to town, school to school - never fitting in, always stirring up trouble. Expelled more times than she could count, each new start felt more like an escape than a fresh beginning. But everything changes the moment she meets her mate... in the middle of a high school hallway. She had always prayed for a rogue mate - someone wild and free like herself. Instead, fate ties her to someone she despises most: a wolf with a high-ranking title and the chains of duty she’s spent her whole life running from. In the end, you can only mess with others for so long before you end up wrecking your own life - and hers is about to get gloriously, heartbreakingly complicated.
Lihat lebih banyakPrue
Moving is the only stable thing I've ever known.
Everything else was ever-changing—town names, houses, my room, wall colors, bed size, mattress softness, neighbors, classmates, teachers, friends.
But the more we moved, the more everything started to feel the same—like some kind of multiverse. You think you’re changing towns, but it’s always the same: same stores, same cafés, same grumpy and cheerful neighbors, same tired, chatty cashiers.
You think you're changing schools, but the pattern never changes—some teachers are awesome and friendly, some are strict, some are grumpy, and some should never have become teachers in the first place.
And classmates? Same old story—jocks and cheerleaders ruled the place, there were always the bi.tches and as.sholes, the nerds, the quiet ones, the bullied ones, the arrogant ones, and the middle ground that just floated through the years.
"Sweetheart, let’s try to stay in this town for at least one year. What do you think? Can you do that?"
My dad’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts just as we parked in front of my new school. I turned from the window to look at him.
He always supported me, never judged me—even now, he had that familiar twinkle in his aging eyes, surrounded by new wrinkles.
And even though he was asking me this, I knew he wouldn't be upset if I got expelled after a month.
The only thing I hated was that every time it happened, he would just look at me and say, "I'm sorry."
I hated that so much.
It was my fault.
My stupidity.
My responsibility.
But every single time I messed up, he took it as his own failure—blaming himself for not being a good enough dad, for not giving me the life I deserved, for not being able to replace my mom, for not giving me a stable home.
Everyone thought that because I grew up without a mom and moved constantly, it had to mess me up somehow.
Like clockwork, they said that’s why, when I hit my teenage years, I started acting out. Rebel without a cause.
Total crap.
I loved moving. I loved changing places, seeing new cities, new people, new corners of the world.
And every time I started to get bored of a place, all I had to do was push the right buttons. It doesn’t take a genius to get expelled from high school—just a few “accidents” and poof, we were gone.
It was all my plan.
And every time Dad got that dreaded call from the principal, I already had the name of our next destination ready.
"Okay, Dad. I think we can do that," I said, smiling at him.
I leaned in to kiss his stubbled cheek and hugged him tightly.
He was the best dad in the world.
And for him, I was willing to be extra patient with idiots and douchebags—for the sake of peace, quiet... and a clean record.
As I stepped into the building, I inhaled deeply. Yep — still the same smell.
I swear it’s the weirdest thing ever — every school across the States smells exactly the same: a mix of paint, bleach, sweat, and fart.
Comforting, really.
I ran through the typical newbie routine before entering my first classroom.
"Miss Whitmore, is that right?"
A cheerful teacher beamed at me as I nodded.
Lately, I didn't even bother trying to remember the teachers' names anymore. I mean, what’s the point? I could always just call them "Sir" or "Ma’am," and they’d be fine with it.
"Class, this is your new classmate, Prudence Grace Whitmore, who just moved into our town."
God, I hated my name.
What kind of parents name their kid Prudence in the new millennium?!
But it was one of the two things my mom had given me before she died — the other being, well, life — so I had to honor it.
Didn’t mean I had to like it.
I always wished I had a name like Kate, Roxanne, or Skylar... anything but Prudence Grace.
"Please welcome her sincerely," the teacher added.
A few half-hearted "hi's" mumbled around the room.
I smiled back with a tight, polite grin.
"Please, have a seat," he said warmly, motioning toward the far corner.
Thank God it wasn’t already taken.
I nodded and made my way to the back of the class.
I always chose the furthest corners — in classrooms, cafeterias, hallways.
It was the best place to observe, to figure out the landscape without getting sucked into it.
By the fifth period, I already had a mental map of all the major groups — just like always:
the nerds, the jocks, the bi.tches, the populars, the rebels (aka the latecomers), and the floaters who just drifted through school life like ghosts.
What surprised me was the smell.
There were a lot of weres around.
It was shocking at first — we usually avoided schools crawling with werewolves to steer clear of trouble.
Lone wolves weren’t exactly popular. We were barely a step above rogues.
But this city had been my pick, and honestly, I hadn’t checked how close or far the packs were.
That was Dad’s job.
He always set up a meeting with any local Alpha, handed over the same letter from our original Alpha — you know, the whole "we mean no harm, please don't eat us" spiel.
He had at least fifty copies of that letter, each sealed in wax like some old medieval contract.
(Yeah, super cool — I’ll admit it.)
Of course, I knew exactly what the letters said.
I knew every secret Dad tried to keep from me.
I was way too sneaky — and way too curious — to let anything slip by me.
Those meetings usually soothed the local pack wolves, but honestly?
Stuck-up douchebags, the lot of them.
I used to be curious about pack life and Alphas and ranks and all that...
But the more stories Dad told me, the more annoyed I got.
Packs were just politics and ego wrapped up in fur.
And me?
I was perfectly fine being wild, free... and out of their little system.
AndrewThe last few days have been nothing short of a nightmare. It was already unbearable enough to discover that my mate turned out to be a pis.sy lone wolf – but now she’s living in my house, in the room right next to mine? Honestly, I thanked every star in the sky that she chose another room. If she’d ended up in mine, actually sleeping in my bed… damn. That would’ve been the end of me. My life would’ve spiraled into a personal hell so deep, I doubt I’d crawl out alive.I was greatly annoyed I had to clear out half my closet just to fit her stuff in, thanks to my parents’ oh-so-gentle “request.” Yeah right – let’s call it what it was: an Alpha’s order. Blunt, fu.cking final, with no room to argue. Obey or choke on the consequences. Blah blah blah – puke.And still, somehow, this is worse. My life is shredded to pieces because having her right behind the wall feels like my soul’s been shackled there too. My attention – every damn ounce of it – is chained to the thought of her prese
PrueThe car ride to school was, well, hell. I sucked in one big breath and tried to hold it, praying I could last the entire trip without inhaling that intoxicating scent of his. Spoiler alert: I couldn’t. I tried to use superhealing to ease the burning feeling in my lungs.If your heart goes into cardiac arrest, that’s on you, you stupid duck, my wolf snapped, irritated.I’m a werewolf, you stupid wolf, I retorted back, exhaling in what was supposed to be silent control but came out as a very obvious sigh. Andrew shot me a side-eye, like he was debating whether I was insane. Honestly? Let him.Every lungful of his scent was torture. That rugged comfort of fire smoke and pine trees was like a sin crawled under my skin, lighting me up in ways I absolutely didn’t ask for. Annoying didn’t even cover it.I mashed the window button down, and cold air blasted into the car, whipping my hair into a wild mess. I tried taming it, pointlessly shoving strands behind my ears, before just giving u
PrueI sat on the new bed, staring blankly at the walls like they were supposed to explain the meaning of life – or at least what the hell I was doing here. It had been hours since I arrived, yet my suitcase was still zipped up like it had trust issues. I hadn’t unpacked a single thing. Maybe deep down, I was hoping for some miracle where someone would burst through that door and say, “Surprise! Just kidding. Your dad’s here to take you home.”No such luck.I already felt… lonely. A sharp sting welled up behind my eyes, but I blinked it back. I was not going to cry. Nope. Not happening. I hit the quilt beside me with a dramatic thump like it was personally responsible for ruining my life.A knock on the door cut through my emotional meltdown. Yes, I know what one looks like – don’t let the teenage label fool you. I’m self-aware. Unfortunately.“Yeah?” I snapped, lacing my voice with maximum attitude. How dare you interrupt my brooding.Andrew peeked his head in, damp hair clinging to
PrueI was sitting cross-legged on my bed, watching yet another podcast about dopamine addiction in adults, when a knock came at my door."Come in, Dad!"I called out. No, weres don’t have x-ray vision, but it’s not like anyone else would knock on my door. Dad stepped in with a small smile and a grim expression.Oh no. Fu.ck me and my life. Dread and nervous butterflies stirred in my stomach."How are you doing, sweetheart?" he asked as he walked closer and sat on the edge of my bed."Just say it, Dad." I cut him off. No point dragging this out. It’s not like he came here for small talk. He gave me another sad smile."I know this will be difficult at first, but I talked with Alpha and we agreed that you’re moving to the packhouse tonight.""Tonight?!" I nearly shouted. I knew it was going to be bad, but this was a whole new level of disastrous. He nodded."Yes, Rue. The boy will pick you up in three hours. So, you’ve got time to pack what you want to take."I just stared at him, dumbf
PrueI sighed in relief when my house finally came into view, like a lighthouse after a storm. Somehow, I’d managed to keep a safe distance from the Alpha boy all day – a great distance, just to make sure he didn’t suddenly decide to kidnap me and drag me off to his royal wolf cave or whatever. The moment I caught a whiff of that infuriatingly intoxicating stench of his, I spun on my heel and walked the other way.Yes, that meant skipping lunch as well. Instead, I hid in the library, gnawing on the world’s saddest excuse for a sandwich. I ate it on the go, shuffling down the aisles like some tragic, underfed phantom haunting the shelves. Romantic, I know.When the final bell rang, I didn’t just leave school – I practically launched myself out the front door. Sprinting. Bolting. Might as well have yelled “freedom!” like some prisoner on the run. Did I even grab the right books? No clue. Did I care? Absolutely not. Priorities, darling. Survival first, homework later.The front door crea
AndrewMy father looks at me expectantly.“She left.” He states the obvious.Yeah, dad, she just closed the door. I saw that too, you know? I bite back the sarcasm swirling in my head.“Yeah,” I say instead, keeping my tone neutral.“Is she moving fast?” Dad presses on.“How would I know?” I frown, genuinely confused.“Feel the bond within you,” he explains, as if I’m some clueless pup. “It’s a tether to her, even if she’s not part of this pack yet.”His tone makes me feel like an i.diot. Thanks for the condescending lecture, Dad. Very helpful.I search my mind for the bond. It’s not easy to focus, so I shut my eyes, forcing myself to search inward. It’s like reaching into fog. After a moment, I feel it – a faint thread tugging gently against my chest, like an invisible string trying to pull me toward someone. Light, soft… almost like a butterfly fluttering further away.“Yes,” I say slowly, “she’s moving quite fast.”I open my eyes to meet Dad’s stare. He watches me closely, his head
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