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
"You have to see it," Little Snow insisted.***************Snow gazed into the black hole. It was enticing, as if it were calling her name. She trusted her little self—her inner voice.Little Snow held her hand as they walked closer to the hole, but...The door creaked open.Imogen had just arrived at school—very late."I heard you got detention!" she half-yelled, making Snow freeze. Did she see the girl? The hole?Snow turned around quickly. But the hole was gone. So was Little Snow.Was she hallucinating?"What's wrong?" Imogen asked, looking at the wall Snow had been staring at."Nothing," Snow muttered, walking toward her."I got detention," she added and Imogen's eyes darkened. Yeah, she had already heard.That Lady Else was seriously getting on her nerves. “I’ll teach her a lesson,” she retorted, and Snow’s eyes widened.“Don’t do anything crazy,” Snow begged. Imogen’s gaze softened. She rushed over and pulled Snow into a hug.“I wouldn’t,” she promised. Snow smiled faintly.Bu
And the replica wore a wide, chilling smile."Destroy them all," it whispered.************Snow woke up immediately, sweat trickling down her forehead. Her eyes bulged so wide it looked like they might pop out.She was panting heavily, her gaze full of fear and confusion."What a dream," she muttered, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to calm herself down.Why the hell did she see someone who looked exactly like her? But her appearance was crazy—her hair was dark and dirty, mold dropping from it to the ground. Her eyes were hollow with dark circles under them, her lips wide and twisted, biting like no normal human.And that smile...That creepy smile.When she muttered, "Destroy them all," Snow felt a shiver run straight down her spine.Snow jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She hadn't had a good night's sleep.She remembered her mum being in the bed an hour ago, maybe she had left.Being a Gamma wolf wasn’t easy.Snow splashed water on her face and licked her dry lips. H
And suddenly, images flashed through his mind…Visions of the past… or the future!***Logan's eyes snapped back to reality, and he jolted upright. He stared at the woods—but there was nothing. No eyes, no figures staring back at him."Are you okay?" he heard the leader's voice ask, pulling his attention away from the trees.Logan turned toward the man. His eyes were sharp, piercing deep into the male’s soul, and a frown sat on his lips mixed with something unreadable."What’s wrong?" the man asked. Logan forced a smile. He couldn’t reveal what he had just seen.Maybe it was just his thoughts, he reasoned, yawning slightly. The man furrowed his brows in confusion."Just sleepless nights," Logan added, and the man nodded in understanding."Well, I'm done," the painter said. Logan smiled faintly."I’ll be there. Just give me a second," he replied, and the man nodded before walking away.Logan froze again.He saw bodies—flesh—wolves injured and killed. And Snow. Why the hell was she ther
"Where’s the letter?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.***Valerie smiled at his wolf. Although she could feel the pressure on her neck, she knew he wouldn’t kill her if he wanted that letter."What’s so funny?" he asked, and Valerie chuckled more, her cackling echoing around the room."Because you are right where I want you to be," she said, then kicked. At that moment, his eyes darkened.He averted his gaze to the floor, and his eyes widened. He saw the crack—that bitch, he cursed inwardly.Since she wanted to kill him, they would die together. But he didn’t realize that his grip had loosened while he focused on the ground, giving Valerie the chance to slip away.She twisted his arm and, with a strong kick to his face, he crashed to the ground and—Crack!The entire floorboard collapsed. His grunt could be heard as he slammed into the ground, and Valerie smiled.The letter was in her shoe—she had hidden it there and tied her laces tightly.She waved at the figure below