LOGINAndrewThe absolute hardest part of being a teenage wolf is the waking – the jarring, immediate realization that my body has betrayed me before I’ve even managed to open my eyes. I wake up, and my di.ck is hard as wood, skin feels like it’s vibrating, my pulse a frantic, thrumming beat in my ears, and all I can think is that my physiology is nothing short of dim-witted. Doesn't my own body have any sense of its surroundings? It should be able to smell the stale, empty air, feel the cold, lonely space of the sheets, and register with brutal, objective clarity that there isn’t a single female in my bed to anchor this chaotic surge of horny energy. It is an exercise in pure misery, being a guy at this age, caught in the suffocating transition between boy and man. We are left trapped in this purgatory of biology, prowling the halls of high school with a huge hunger that has no outlet, just a constant, burning reminder of everything we haven't earned yet.The school is another level of nig
PrueMy phone pinged and I glanced at it, seeing a message from Tessa. I smiled at that. Yes, we exchanged our phone numbers; I found it a great success towards trusting in me from her side. Bless her soul. I smiled and chatted with her about lastest news and we whined about tough teenager life exchanging meme's and gifs. Who ever invented teenager phase was a mean, grumpy, loveless persona.In a fast moment I had reached Dad's. Thank Goddess for the training, as I could let all my frustration out in this session. Unfortunately, the Tom's secrets made me distracted, so I got more hits and jabs than usually. Even Dad raised an unimpressed eyebrow at me after some time."Again." I said with attitude, my body aching for a release."Focus, you'll get yourself killed."We sparred for 30 more minutes with small improvements on my focus as I was plotting all the things I will do with the Alpha boy."Come on, Rue!" Dad exclaimed, frustrated. "What's going on with you?" I breathed hard with my
PrueThe dust motes in Tom's study danced like frantic, tiny embers in the amber slanting of the afternoon sun, a stark contrast to the hollow, restless ache that lived under my skin. Being a lone wolf meant I was perpetually vibrating at a frequency of flight, a frantic heartbeat away from another anonymous town, another set of locked doors, another year of playing the invisible ghost. I felt the familiar weight of my nomadic soul pressing against my ribs, but for this fleeting, quiet moment, I allowed myself to anchor into the stillness of his room."So, let's get to the most interesting part – what did you read during the last week?" I looked at Tom with soft smile."This one!" Tom picks up a gray book with a red-orange bird at the center of it and passes it over to me. I read the title: Man’s Search for Meaning, a classic tribute to hope from the Holocaust. The Holocaust?"Hmm, interesting choice for the book," I say as I twirl the other side of the book and scan over the comment.
AndrewWhy she came in and broke my peaceful day is beyond me. But here she is. I couldn't get rid of her even if I wanted to. That's how stubborn this wolf is.She stares at me with that unreadable look again – the kind that’s half mockery, half curiosity – and I know she’s trying to figure me out. Good luck with that. Hell, I can barely figure myself out when it comes to her.Then, she tilts her head. Looks at me like she’s seeing me for the first time.I hate that look. Like I’ve suddenly changed in her eyes – just because I said I’ve waited for my mate. Why I was so honest with her in the first place is beyond me too. I'm annoyed with myself because together with her I'm unpredictable. For myself.I catch the surprise in her expression. I know what she’s thinking. She’d written me off as some typical player – an arrogant, entitled manwho.re. Probably the kind she’s learned to kick before he gets too close. Literally. She’s already planted one foot in my balls over it.But now the t
PrueHe stares at me with his jaw tight clearly contemplaiting what to tell me and what to keep. Perhaps he said more than he wanted me to know. At least I would never confess to him something like this."But now I’m sitting here thinking, silly me, maybe I should’ve just done it years ago – because my mate apparently has the patience of a toddler on a sugar high." His tone is dry, clipped, a little mocking. But underneath it, I catch something else. Regret? Maybe. Not my problem though. Se.x is fun. Passion is human. (Or, well, wolf.) I get the whole “wait for your true love” thing – but in my case? It wasn’t some drunk mistake. It was real – warm and tender. I mean at least once. Somehwere in the background I've registered that he has called me "my mate" for the first time ever, but I don't have time to pay too much attention to it now."But... everyone at school says you're a fuc.kboy," I mutter, still trying to recalibrate everything I thought I knew about him.He scoffs, like tha
PrueI reached the first floor, ready to take a stroll around the pack grounds to clear my head – and, naturally, to leave my scent everywhere like the wicked little menace I am. I smirked at the thought. Honestly, being me should be illegal.As I passed Andrew’s office, I noticed the door was ajar and caught a glimpse of him inside. I took three more steps before halting. A wicked idea curled at the edges of my mind. Why not tug the lion by his whiskers before I went off playing little red riding hood? I grinned to myself, pivoted on my heel, and sauntered straight into his office. What a wicked thing to be me.The other day, when I played him like a fiddle with that 'After Dark' track and he actually showed up at my doorway in the dead of night, was nothing short of hilarious. I still crack up every single time the memory pops into my head.Of course, on the outside, I put on my absolute best performance as the annoyed, intensely indifferent Prue, but internally? I was losing my dam
PrueI walked steady out of the office, leaving them to enjoy their cozy little family chat – the kind that involved shocked faces, unspoken words, and hopefully some righteous scolding. But the moment the door clicked shut behind me, my stroll turned into a full-on dash down the stairs. I yanked o
Prue My heart was racing fast in my ribcage as I slipped into the pack house with the help of a stolen scent-masking spray bottle tucked into my bra – just in case it wore out. I could already feel the shift in energy: clean floors, heavy silence and authority in the air. Showtime.A tall man stoo
AndrewI felt her before I saw her.Her scent hit first – that earthy and citric smell mixed with bathroom products of wild cherry, vanilla, heat. Like sin baked into sugar. It made my wolf rear up, clawing just beneath my skin, howling for a claim I hadn’t accepted, hadn’t chosen – but felt anyway
PrueI flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling, replaying the chaos that was my school day.Kissing Kate? A stroke of genius. I smirked, picturing poor Alpha clutching his chest like he'd been hit with a silver bullet. Oh, darling, your reign is over. Time to burn.I smirked wickedly.But – u







