“Daughter,” her wolf whispered within.*******"Welcome home, sweetheart," Ava said as she walked over and enveloped Snow in a warm hug. Lyra's eyes filled with tears, and she looked down, forcing a smile."Your daughter is so cute," she complimented. Ava smiled—a cheeky smile tinged with fear."When did you arrive, Snow?" Ava asked, pausing as she gently caressed Snow’s hair."I heard you two talking," Snow replied, and both women jolted, their eyes flashing with panic."O-oh wow..." Ava stuttered with a nervous laugh, glancing at Lyra."I heard you talking about a girl. She must be your daughter, right, ma’am?" Snow asked, looking up at Lyra.Lyra froze for a moment, then forced a wide smile. Snow chuckled lightly."I won’t be back early—I have some research to handle. I will be going with Imogen," she added casually.Ava smiled, cupped Snow’s cheeks, and gave them a gentle pinch. "Be home early."Snow hummed in agreement and headed upstairs.Lyra sank into the nearest chair, lookin
“Why keep this secret for so long…?”***********Rose rushed home. She was late, and she knew her parents would kill her for breaking curfew again.But something felt off. The house was quiet—too quiet. No yelling, no lectures. It was like they had never lived there at all.Usually, if she was late, they’d be standing at the door waiting to scold her, calling her selfish and stubborn. But now... where were they?Well, since they weren’t home, that meant no punishment. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.Finally—a day without being whipped or screamed at.She made her way toward the stairs, about to go in, when she heard whispering. Faint. Coming from the basement.She stopped, frozen in place.She knew she shouldn’t. The number one rule was: “Never get involved in our business.” Just remembering that made her heart pound in fear.But the whispers grew more persistent.She tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. Being a werewolf made sneaking around hard—supernatu
He had arrived—just in time, and saved them!*********He was the reason her parents were still alive. The reason they had come back to their senses—back to their human form.Rose bit her lip, refusing to let the tears fall.Ever since her family was saved and their actions hidden from everyone, including the Alpha, they made her become friends with Tiffany.But this wasn’t friendship. It was torture. She was a pawn—a dog in their mess.She had begged them not to, told them she didn’t want to be involved, but they forced her. And lives were lost because of it.Even the baby who survived that night—she was taken away, either killed or dumped somewhere. No one even treated the wound on her arm… the bite mark on her hand.She didn’t even realize the tears were falling—not from Tiffany’s slap, but from the guilt she still carried. She pressed her lips together as Tiffany, already halfway through the forest, heard her sobs.“Hmph. What a soft brat,” Tiffany sneered and walked away without
“Luna…” Ava gasped, shocked. “Why are you here?”**********Lyra sighed and walked toward Ava, extending a hand to help her up. Ava’s hand clutched tightly in Lyra’s palm as she pulled her up.“Are you okay?” Luna Lyra asked. Ava smiled slightly. It was just a little blood—she’d had worse.“What happened?” Lyra asked.Ava chuckled, her lips curling into a smirk. “I captured it and brought it home. It looked different… unique. It was a female, and she shifted to her human form. She looked so harmless, so innocent. I let her out, but on the condition that she wouldn’t shift again. But of course, she did.”She glanced around the wrecked living room. “And now here we are.”Lyra shook her head. “You’ll never change, will you?”Ava laughed. “Well, you smell like one of us,” she added, sniffing slightly.Lyra exhaled. “I had to.”“No one else is home, right?” Lyra asked quickly.Ava nodded, but she was holding a mop and broom in her hand.“What are you doing? I came here for something urgen
Tiffany’s eyes widened in horror.The door opened.***Imogen stepped into the room, but it was empty—silent. Yet she was sure she had scented Tiffany here. Was her nose playing tricks on her?Her thought back to when Tiffany had rushed out of detention. Her eyes had looked wild—desperate. Almost as if she were in heat.That explained why her scent still lingered in the room.But there was another scent too. Not Logan’s. A different male’s.Which meant... Tiffany had been here with someone.Imogen let out a wicked cackle.She always thought Tiffany was just a bully and Logan’s plaything. But this? This proved she was more—a slut and a cheat.Oh, if Logan ever found out.Well, they were perfect for each other, she thought bitterly.She was about to leave when something caught her eye. A smirk curved on her lips.The door slammed shut behind her.From behind a shelf, Tiffany stepped out. Her eyes had returned to their normal color, and she was fully dressed.Her gaze landed on the male.
WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS STEAMY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ACTIONShe just needed him.Fast.***Tiffany’s tongue tangled with his, lips syncing in a feverish dance as they devoured each other. Their taste lingered—hot, needy, addictive.Her hands were on his shirt, and when they broke the kiss to breathe, she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare chest. She had ditched her bra earlier. Now, topless, she let his gaze drink her in.He licked his lips, hungry.She couldn’t even tell who she was kissing—her mind fogged, her body desperate. Her heat pulsed through her, clouding everything but this burning need.Tiffany seductively leaned back on the janitor’s desk, arching her body so he could reach her breasts. He latched on without hesitation, biting softly, hungrily, drawing a moan from her lips. Her head fell back in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut.“Fvck…” she whispered, heat rushing down between her legs, soaking her panties.His lips traveled to her neck, and she whimpe