She has wet dreams of him every night. But she never expected him to walk into her library. Every night, Elowen dreams of a world where she truly belongs, Eldoria. And her wolf-man, the mesmerizing figure that worshipped her body with his touch, leaving her to wake up breathless, soaked in cold sweat and dripping in warm sweetness between her thighs. Then he appears in the flesh. Khylon. Tall, cold, powerful, and watching like he owns her. He says they’re fated. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. But he’s not just a man, he’s the Alpha of a hidden realm of wolf shifters (Eldoria), and Elowen is the key to his throne, his Luna. With only weeks left in the lunar cycle, Khylon must make her fall for him and awaken the wolf inside her before his rival claims the crown. She doesn’t know who she really is, her powers confuse her, and dreams bleed to close to reality. Khylon swore he wouldn’t force her. But her scent drives him insane. And once she learns what she is, she might not want to be saved. She’s his little wolf. And she’s about to make this Alpha fall.
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I woke up wet again.
Not from sweat. From him.
Shoving the covers off, I get out of the bed and wince at the slice of sunlight pouring in from the window.
9:45 a.m. Shit!
I rush to the bathroom and start to brush my teeth. Memories of last night’s dream invade my thoughts, and my body tightens in response. Skin still tingles from where he touched me, His breath was warm against my neck. His fingers didn’t ask,they claimed, worshipped, coaxed until I couldn’t take it anymore. Every time I wake up, I swear I can still feel his hand between my legs. My fingers drift across my thigh, recreating his touch in small invisible lines. I catch a reflection of myself in the mirror, lids heavy, head tilted back, mouth slightly open.
No. No. No. I shake my head and snap back into the moment. I don’t have time for this. I’m already running late.
I quickly rinse out my mouth and splash a handful of water across my face, but no amount of scrubbing will remove the ghost of his mouth on my skin, or his soft, warm touch. Throwing on jeans, I nearly trip over my boots by the door.
This wasn’t new. Not really. The dreams had started a few years ago, when I turned eighteen. They used to come once in a while—faint, blurry visions that faded by morning. A brazen man with glowing eyes, blocking me from his face, a big black wolf in the dark woods, always watching. Sometimes I’d hear whispers, feel faint sensations of fingers skimming my skin. But back then, it felt like a fantasy. Something safe. Contained. Now… they were serious and frequent. Too frequent.
The smell of crispy bacon hits me as I pad into the kitchen, where my best friend Brittany is flipping pancakes like someone on a cooking show, her curly hair packed into a bun at the base of her neck, wild strands escaping like they always do.
“Good morning, Moan-ica,” she sings without turning.
“Please don’t.”
“Come on.” She grins. “You were literally screaming. Like this-” she puts a hand to her chest and fakes a dream sex sigh, “uuh… uhh… yes, daddy!”
“Ohhh my god!” I bury my face into my hands. “Pleaseee.”
“You love me.” She laughs as she places three pancakes next to some bacon on a plate.
“Unfortunately, I do.” I plop onto a seat. “Wait, cinnamon?”
“You can smell that?” Her brows shoot up as she sets two mugs of coffee on the table, slowly sliding one toward me. “Your crazy nose always surprises me. I was just about to tell you I tried something different.”
The burnt, bitter taste makes me almost want to spit it out. “I’m sorry, Britts,” I cough. “This is terrible.”
“It’s not that bad,” she takes a sip and almost chokes. “Okay, okay.” She carries both mugs and pours the forbidden mixture down the sink.
“You’ll get it next time.” Miss Masterchef contestant wannabe needs all the encouragement she can get.
“Yeah, whatever.” She pushes a forkful of bacon into her mouth. “Hmm. So. Are we finally going to talk about it? These dreams?” Her face contorts as she forces down the large bite. “Because I’m starting to think you’re having better sex in your sleep than most of us do awake.”
“They’re just dreams,” I mutter, stabbing a pancake. “Weird ones.”
“Yeah. Weirdly repetitive,” she nods with a mouthful.
I glance out the window. The sky is clear, winter-bright, snow clinging to rooftops like powdered sugar. The moon must’ve been huge last night. No wonder it all felt so real.
“I’ve been stressed,” I lie. “Internship, work. You know.” She doesn’t buy it, but lets it go.
I don’t expect her to believe me anyways. But I don’t know how else to explain it to her without sounding crazy, or worrying her. How do I explain that a force keeps calling out to me when I sleep, something pulling me to a place I don’t know. Like I’m supposed to be somewhere else. Sometimes I wonder if something in me broke after the crash. Not just grief—something else. Like the part that connects me to this world didn’t wire back properly. And now… now I’m just waiting to wake up in the right one.
“Maybe you’re just starved for real,” she forces the last forkful of pancakes into her mouth. “I think you just need the real deal. Some good old pounding.”
“Brittany!” She grins, and I shake my head. “Aren’t you late for a class right now?” She checks her phone and her eyes widen. She downs a gulp of water and runs to her room.
“Think about it though,” she calls from inside, “I know a lot of guys will fuck you in a heartbeat.”
I bury my face in my hands and stare at the remnant of my breakfast. I don’t have an appetite anymore. “Hurry up, please. Let’s go get some real coffee.”
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By the time I clock in at the library, I’ve almost stopped thinking about the dream. Almost.
The caffeine helps, sort of. At least it removes the aftertaste of Brittany’s poison. I take a slow sip as I settle behind the circulation desk, pulling out my planner and pretending like I’m the sort of person who plans ahead.
There’s a paper due Monday, something about gender dynamics in contemporary literature I haven’t started yet.
A few students trickle in—quiet, heads down. It’s a typical Friday crowd for between morning classes, multiple scents of watered down espresso with artificial sweeteners filling the air.
But something is different today. A different scent penetrates the air, a deep, earthy, woody smell that tugs at the hair in my nostrils. I’ve never smelled anything like this before. It’s confusing, yet comforting.
And then. He walks in.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with glasses on and dressed in black.
My hand freezes on the coffee cup. I have never seen this man before, but he’s carrying the kind of air that makes everything around him feel heavier.
He walks straight toward the desk. No smile. Just this straight, unreadable look, like he’s sizing me up. Like he knows something I don’t. Now that he’s right in front of me, I get a better whiff of his scent. It’s like a mix of pine and sap. I take a long inhale and realize he’s staring right at me.
“Excuse me,” he says, voice deep and smooth. “I was wondering where I could find the other edition of this.” He lifts up the book to show me.
THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE. Vol. 1
Shit. Now that I’m taking a better look at him, he looks older. His coat definitely doesn’t look like one a student can afford. I’m supposed to start a new course next week. What if this is some movie-type situation and I just creeped my professor out by sniffing him like a dog? He’s going to see me in class and everything will be awkward.
Oh wow, Elowen. Just wow.
Please don’t be faculty. Please don’t be faculty. Please, for the love of sanity and student loan debt, don’t be a professor.
“Yes,” I manage. “Yes. Um. It should be in General Fiction, but I can check the system for you.”
He nods once, hands in the pockets of his coat. Cold as ice.
I swivel to the computer, praying he can’t see how red my face is. My pulse is doing something weird. Like it wants to leap out of my skin and run screaming into traffic.
“You, uh… you smell nice,” I say, out loud.
Out loud.
His brow lifts a fraction. “Excuse me?”
“I mean—” I laugh. It’s a weird, high-pitched laugh I’ve never made in my life. “I just… noticed. It’s nice. Deep. Like… a deep smell.”
What the actual hell, Elowen?!
“Right.” He looks vaguely uncomfortable. Or maybe annoyed. His expression doesn’t change much.
“I was just wondering what perfume it is,” I say, doubling down like a fool. “Cologne. Whatever. You don’t have to tell me. Obviously. That would be weird.”
Of course, Elowen. That would be weird.
“Volume Two.”
“Huh?” I blink at him, wondering what type of cologne that is before I realize he wasn’t talking about scents.
“I need the Volume Two.” He taps the book on the desk.
“Oh.”
Silence.
I turn back to the computer, desperate to focus. “Okay. Looks like we have two copies. One’s out, but the other should be on shelf 812.1.”
“Thank you.”
He turns without another word, disappearing down the aisle.
I collapse into my chair and drop my face into my hands.
What.The hell.Was that?THE GIRLWhat in the hot hell just happened?Khylon just stuck his finger in my mouth, and I sucked on it like a baby. Was the mint flavor that good, or did my mouth just decide to do the stupid thing? But why did it feel so natural, though?Back against the door now, I’m trying to catch my breath. His voice is still echoing in my head.Wait for me. In my room. Now.Is that supposed to be an invitation? Or a command? Or some type of code for something else? The man looked serious when he said it. I should take him seriously.His apartment looks just like mine and Brittany’s, that similarity only referring to the size of it. But what he has done with the space, seeing it now during the day, is something else entirely. The deep leather couches look and feel like they cost more than our rent. Tiny light fixtures and a faint woody, expensive scent fill the air. I close my eyes for a second, inhaling like some pervert.He asked me to wait in his room, so I will. It looks like I’ve entered
THE WOLF“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks. A flush of red creeps up to her neck but she pretends like it isn’t there. “Like the man from your dreams?” I tilt my head and watch her pause in surprise. “How did you..?”“You said so last night. Right before announcing your celibacy”. She laughs at that. “You really plan on milking that don’t you.” She shakes her head. “I was tipsy okay” “That doesn’t make it any less true” “Yeah whatever” she rolls her eyes at me and continues on the cone. The recollection makes me smile, she really is extra chatty when drunk but in a cute way. I liked listening to her speak, just watching her say what’s on her mind without restraint is admirable, even if it means she can get too harsh, like saying she wouldn’t want to sleep with me. I refuse to believe she actually meant that, her scent whenever I’m around says otherwise. I should punish her for that statement. The perfect way to do so involves her lying face down on my laps, I will
THE GIRLEverything feels fuzzy. My brain, my body, the harsh sunlight coming in through the windows. And my bed.I sit up too fast, and regret slaps me harder than the soreness in my ankle. I groan and blink against the light as foggy memories flood my brain. My key hadn’t been working yesterday, so I knocked instead, and somehow Khylon was in here.Except, he wasn’t. Oh my god.A soft clink comes from the doorway, followed by a deep voice. “You’re awake.”I look up and adjust myself into a seated position to see Khylon standing there with a steaming mug in one hand and a bandage roll in the other. His glasses are gone, and his hair is slightly messy, like he’s run his hand through it too many times.“Did I… did we?” I stop to look under the covers and find that I’m still in my top and skirt which now feels too tight all of a sudden. “Did I say anything stupid last night? I get chatty when I’m tipsy”He gives a small smile and walks over to me, placing the cup of tea and painkillers
THE WOLFShe’s avoiding me.I deserve it. I shouldn’t have left her at the bar that night without a word. I thought staying away would protect her. Clearly, that plan is failing. The worst part about this is that there are only eighteen days left till the lunar cycle is over. And I still haven’t gotten through to her, she still doesn’t seem ready.Perhaps she’s just not really interested in me.But there are other important issues to be bothered about right now. Like locating Eamon’s hideout. I know that scum wouldn’t want to get caught trying to sabotage the legitimacy of my rule or worse, harm a goddess chosen. As crazy as he may be, any Eldorian, especially a seasoned warrior like himself, knows that the council takes its rules seriously, and they’re not to be tampered with. If word gets out about his misconduct, he risks losing his chance at becoming Alpha too.It’s important I find him before he gets to her. Tarvin should have been here with the new information he discovered, but
THE GIRLI avoid him. It’s the only reasonable option. All of this started since he showed up. Okay, my life was kind of a mess already but, it has gotten crazier since I met him. So for two whole days, I dodge every opportunity to run into khylon. I skip the elevator and add a few extra minutes to my shifts. And when he offered me a ride home yesterday, I casually lied about having a class. He’s not outside a lot himself. Mostly only during the day but at night he just stays indoors. His car never leaves the driveway after sunset, I know this because I’ve been going to bed late recently for a group project. THE INFLUENCE OF SOCIAL MEDIA ON CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE. It’s a stupid topic, but that’s what we ended up with, everyone wanted something simple and easy to google. Especially Liam. That’s why I’m not surprised when I see a text from him in the group chat. ‘Appreciate all the hard work guys. Drinks on me tonight! Who’s in?’Of course he wants to “celebrate our hard work” n
THE GIRLIt’s the strangest feeling, not pain, peace, or something quite in between either.For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling. Expecting to feel bruised or sore. But there’s nothing, no ache in any part of my body. Surprisingly, I feel fine.The memory of the dream is faint, but it’s still there. I remember being in the water. He was there again, but he didn’t touch me like before, not in that way.He just pressed my body close and washed my arms and legs with slow, careful movements. It wasn’t sexual. It felt different, like he was trying to take something away from me. Something heavy.I sit up on the couch and glance around. The soda can is still on the table. I must’ve fallen asleep here waiting for Brittany last night.As if on cue, the front door clicks and she steps in, carrying a grocery bag. She stops in the doorway and stares.“Lovie. You didn’t go to class? Or the library? I called, twice.”I blink. “Shit. I must’ve… sorry, I’m not feeling great.”She dr
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