Mag-log inThe car pulls up to the Crescent Moon pack house, the engine humming low before coming to a stop.Cole steps out, walks around to the passenger side, and gently helps Britney out.He keeps one strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close to his as they step inside.He leads her past the grand main hall and takes her up the wide stairs, going all the way to the top floor.The hallway up here is quiet and bright. Cole opens a large wooden door, revealing a luxurious sunlit room furnished with everything in Britney's favorite color.Soft blankets cover the large bed, and a warm fire crackles gently in the stone fireplace, velvet sofas, curtains, desk, vanity.âI had this room prepared for you, Bri,â Cole says softly, looking into her eyes. âTake your time. Get bathed, get dressed, and come downstairs when you are ready.âBritney smiles at him and nods softly. Her heart feels warm and light in her chest.âWhen I go downstairs, I will tell him everything,â she thinks to herself.
âCole, it's⊠too big.âCole's lips curl wickedly as he growls.âMine.âThen he thrust himself to the hilt.âAhhh!â Tears of both pain and pleasure escape Britney's eyes.She wants more.Cole grunts, muttering under his breath. Fuck, she's so tight, so hot, clenching around him, and he has to stop, has to breathe, has to remember his own name.âFuck, Bri. You feel like heaven.ââMove,â she begs. âPlease, Cole. Move.âHe moves.Slow at first.Deep, worshipful strokes that drag a moan from Britney's throat with every thrust.His mouth alternates between her breasts, his tongue circling one nipple, then the other, until she's arching off the furs, crying his name.âWhose tits are these?â he growls against her skin.âYours.ââWhose pussy is this?ââYours, Cole. All yours.ââGood girl.â He drives deeper, harder, the cot groaning beneath them. âI'm the only one who'll ever touch you again. The only one who'll ever be inside you. Say it.ââOnly you. Only you, Cole.âThe words break him.He ta
The stream runs cold under the moonlight.Cole sets Britney on the bank, she sways, and he holds her close as she trembles, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.The fever is still eating her from the inside.Cole reaches for her dress, and he begins to strip her.Soon, she stands bare before him, the moonlight shining on her pale skin, bruises blooming on her hips where Draco gripped her. A cut splits her collarbone. Her nipples are tight against the cool night air.âLook what he did to you.â His voice is a blade. Low. Dark. Possessive.His thumb catches the blood slipping from her nose and wipes it away. âI'll kill him for this. Slowly.âBritney doesn't hear him. She presses her hot body against his chest, her arms locking around his torso.âPlease,â she begs, her mouth brushing his jaw. âPlease, Cole. It's so hot. I can'tâââI know.â He lifts her into his arms and carries her into the water.The water swirls around his thighs, his hips.The moment he lowers her, the cold shocks
Cole loses every sense of clarity. All he can think of is Draco laying hands on Britney, so much that he forgets to check on her after the crash. He throws punch after punch, driving his fists into Draco's swollen, bloody face. Britney blinks and slowly opens the door. She steps out onto the road, swaying dangerously on her heels, her legs trembling so violently she can barely stand. Blood trickles slowly down her forehead from a small cut, mixing with blood slipping from her nose due to the drug. She blinks, clutching the hood of the car to keep herself from falling. âColeâŠâ she whispers softly, her voice weak and hoarse. And that tiny whisper acts like cold water dumped over Cole's burning rage. His blood-soaked fist freezes in midair, hovering just inches above Draco's unrecognizable face. He blinks, his breathing ragged as he slowly turns his head toward her. He leaps off, standing naked in the moonlight as he turns to face her. âBritneyâŠâ his voice cracks. He approaches
âCole!ââSon!âThe frantic voices of Cole's mother, Luna Adelaide, and Lucinda call out simultaneously from behind Cole who is running toward the exit.Cole stops for a split second.âCole, you can't ditch me on our engagement party just to chase after some woman of unknown origin!â Lucinda snaps, panic rising in her voice.Cole turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto his mother's pale, terrified face. He doesnât spare Lucinda a glance, completely ignoring her as he turns back toward the door, bolting out like a man on rampage.Lucinda collapses onto her knees.No.This cannot be happening. This cannot happen to her!!She looks toward the doors where Cole disappeared, her chest heaving. Her face burns as she looks around the ballroom.Every guest is staring at her.Some look shocked. Others whisper behind their hands, their eyes filled with pity and amusement.Lucinda spots several shewolves she used to brag to about her perfect life.They are trying to hide their laughter, coverin
Britney is a human now, so her body cannot fight the drug inside her. It takes only three minutes for her to feel the changes start. The heat starts in her chest and spreads through her body like fire. Her heart beats fast. Then comes the deep, unbearable throbbing between her thighs. An aching pulse that makes her knees tremble and her breathing uneven. She turns her head through the crowded ballroom, her glazed eyes searching frantically for Cole. He stands at the center of the grand hall beneath crystal chandeliers, dressed in his tailored suit, receiving distinguished guests alongside Princess Lucinda. âAlpha Cole, congratulations on your upcoming marriage,â a visiting Alpha says, bowing his head respectfully. âPrincess Lucinda,â the Alpha's Luna smiles, leaning forward to kiss Lucinda on both cheeks. Lucinda beams with pride. The moment the greeting ends, she steps back in, wrapping her arm tightly around Cole's elbow and intertwining her fingers with his. Britney watches
Her blood is everywhere, hot and slippery against my palms.The ragged wound at her side wonât stop bleeding. I press my palm hard against it, knotting the fabric of my shirt to try and stop the flow, while administering CPR with the other.Her skin is cold. Too cold. Her face pale. The rain is was
Melinda: ~~~ âY-You.â I stammer, sitting up quickly. âB-Brandon. How are you here?â My voice shakes, but he doesnât answer, just stares, and the glint in his eyes makes my skin crawl. He yanks me up effortlessly, and before I can breathe, his hand cracks across my cheek. I stagger back, stunned,
Cassian:~~~âYouâre telling me Angela betrayed her own company? Betrayed me?â I demand angrily.How could anyone think that of her? My angel would never. I know it. I open my mouth to tell him the next time he accuses my angel again, heâll be gone from my sight for good.Then I smell her.Her into
Whispers follow me as I make my way across the floor; each one feels like needles pricking beneath my feet, making my step falter a few times.I hate this feeling.I've known they all never actually liked me but act nice because of my brother, yet I still feel sad, knowing I have been right all alo







