Mag-log inChapter EightSunlight stabbed through the cabin window and hit my face. I woke up sore everywhere. My thighs ached. My neck burned from his bites. Between my legs felt raw and sticky. For a second I just lay there, staring at the wooden ceiling, trying to convince myself last night was a dream.It wasn’t.I turned my head. Creed slept beside me, one heavy arm thrown across my waist. His face looked softer in sleep but still dangerous. The scar I never noticed before ran along his left cheekbone, old and faded, like someone had tried to carve him open once. I stared at it. Then reality crashed in hard. I fucked my step-father. Let him ruin me after Drake rejected me in front of everyone. Shame burned my cheeks.I shoved his arm off and sat up fast. The sheet slipped down, showing the marks he left all over my breasts. Creed stirred and opened his eyes. Those wolf-gold eyes locked on me immediately.“Morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep. He reached for me like it was normal.I sla
Chapter SevenHe pushed forward. One slow, thick inch at a time. I gasped, back arching off the bed as he stretched me open. It burned in the best way. Creed’s cock filled me so full I couldn’t think about Drake or Lucas or the pack laughing at me. Only him. Only this.“Fuck,” he grunted, voice rough. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “So tight, kiddo. Taking your step-daddy like you were made for it.”I moaned loud, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. He bottomed out with a deep thrust, balls pressed against me. The feeling was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t breathe right. He stayed still for a second, letting me adjust, his chest heaving above me. Then he started moving.Hard. Deep. Each thrust rocked the bed against the wall. Skin slapped skin. The sound mixed with my broken moans and his low growls. He fucked me like he hated me and needed me at the same time. One hand came up to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to
Chapter SixThe pounding on the cabin door shook the whole frame. Creed’s body went rigid in front of me. He pushed me back with one strong arm, shielding me like I was something worth protecting.“Stay right there,” he ordered, voice low and dangerous.I clutched the bottom of his t-shirt, my legs still shaky from everything that happened tonight. The door burst open before he could reach it. Drake stormed in first, lip already curled. Lucas hung back with two other pack guys, their eyes wide when they spotted me standing there in nothing but Creed’s oversized shirt that barely covered my ass.Drake laughed, mean and sharp. “Look at this. Hand her over, Creed. She’s still pack business after that public rejection. You can’t just claim pack pussy like it’s yours.”Creed didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, shoulders broad, tattoos flexing under the low light. “She’s mine now. Get the fuck off my land before I make you.”The air got thick. Lucas wouldn’t even look at me. Drake took anoth
Chapter FiveHazel’s POv The linen curtain slipped from my fingers. There they were. Drake and Lucas. Naked skin slapping together, Drake behind Lucas, thrusting hard and grunting like animals. Lucas’s hands gripped the edge of the low bed, head thrown back. The smell of sex and sweat hit me full force under the full moon.I couldn’t move. My brain refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. My two friends. The only guys I thought had my back. My mate.“What the hell is going on?” The scream tore out of me before I could stop it. High and ugly.They froze. Heads turned. The whole hall went quiet as people started crowding around the open curtain. Whispers spread like fire.Drake pulled out slow, no rush, no shame on his face. He wiped himself with a cloth from the bed and looked at me like I was the problem. “Why are you embarrassing me and yourself, Hazel? Right here?”My hands shook so bad I couldn’t hide them. Heat rushed to my face. Everyone stared. Phones came out. “Drake… y
Chapter FourHazel’s POV My heart slammed against my ribs when Lucas said the words. Drake. My mate was Drake. For the first time in forever, something good punched through all the crap in my life. A real smile broke across my face, the kind that made my cheeks hurt. Drake. The guy who always listened when I spilled about my mom, who sat with me after bad shifts and didn’t push. Beta family, solid. Nice hands, steady eyes, and yeah, he dressed like he actually gave a damn.I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him tight, breathing in that clean scent of his. “Drake. I can’t believe it’s you.”He hugged me back, but it felt wrong. Stiff arms, like he was somewhere else. He pulled away quickly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I gotta handle something real fast. I’ll catch you later.” Then he was gone, boots echoing down the hall.I stood there blinking. That hug didn’t feel like a mate’s hug. Too quick, too cold. But I shoved the thought down hard. I wanted this too much to
Chapter Three Hazel’s POV I looked at my mother.I looked at Alpha Creed.Then I turned around and walked back toward the lunch table without a single word.My mother caught up with me in three quick steps, her heels clicking sharp and fast on the stone path. She grabbed my elbow and pulled me close enough that I could smell the powder she’d caked on her face.“I will kill you, you ungrateful brat,” she whispered, a smile still plastered on for appearances. “If you ruin this for me I swear on everything I will make your life hell. Do you hear me?”I pulled my elbow free and sat down.“I have zero interest in being cordial your men,” I said quietly, unfolding the napkin across my lap like we were having a perfectly normal afternoon. “But don’t worry. Maximum three months and we’ll be back in the slums anyway. We always are.”Her hand flew up.A large hand caught her wrist before it reached my face.Alpha Creed. He’d moved so fast and so quietly I hadn’t even heard him close the dist







