Not a Good Guy

BELLE

 

The hot water beats down on my tired shoulders. Steam thickens the air in the small bathroom, smelling strongly of sharp pine and clean soap. I stand under the sp

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• Sweet Abomination    Lines in the Dirt

  ADRIANThe morning air bites at my exposed arms. Frost clings to the thick bark of the pine trees surrounding the cabin. I stand on the wooden porch, letting the quiet of the woods settle over my skin. Inside, Belle is still asleep. The fever broke just before dawn, leaving her breathing deep and even.The heavy crunch of tires on gravel breaks the silence.A dark SUV pulls up the dirt driveway and stops a few yards from the porch. The engine cuts out. Drew steps from the vehicle, pulling the collar of his thick wool coat up against the chill. His heavy boots hit the frozen earth with purposeful thuds.

• Sweet Abomination    Not a Good Guy

  BELLE The hot water beats down on my tired shoulders. Steam thickens the air in the small bathroom, smelling strongly of sharp pine and clean soap. I stand under the spray for a long time, letting the heat soak into my bones and wash away the grime of the worst forty-eight hours of my life. I reach back to wring the water from my hair. My fingertips brush the base of my neck. A sharp, warm tingle shoots across my skin. I trace the raised crescent shape just below my hairline. A small, involuntary smile touches my lips. "This is crazy, Bell

• Sweet Abomination    The Faceless Woman

  A faceless woman sits in a creaking wooden rocking chair. Sunlight pours through a tall, arched window, painting her swollen belly in a warm, golden layer of light. She rests a heavy, leather-bound book on her lap. Her fingers, delicate and pale, trace the thick illustrated pages. The drawing shows a wolf with teeth like jagged glass and eyes like burning coals."He was the big bad wolf," the woman reads. Her voice is soft. It sounds like a lullaby, sweet and rhythmic, wrapping around me like a thick blanket. "The other wolves feared him. He brought terror wherever his paws touched the earth. They hid their pups when he prowled the woods."She closes the book. The heavy cover slaps against the paper. She rests both hands on the curve of her stomach, right where I am supposed to be. I never knew my mother. She died bringing me into the world, leaving me with nothing but fragmented dreams and the blame of an entire pack."But when you are born, little one, I will protect you," she whisp

• Sweet Abomination    Lana

  LANA The wooden stairs of the porch groan under my heavy boots. The night air bites sharply at my cheeks, carrying the scent of damp earth and crushed pine needles. Alpha Adrian stands near the doorway. He is a mountain of a man in his dark clothes, broad and intimidating to anyone else in this territory. But I only see the terrified little boy I patched up all those years ago. I worked as his father's healer before the fire took everything. I have spent decades watching Adrian grow into a ruthless leader, carrying the weight of a shattered pack on those massive shoulders. I reach up and smooth the collar of his shirt. He

• Sweet Abomination    One Hell of a Kiss

  "You imprinted on a human!" Drew speaks through the phone speaker. His tone holds a heavy layer of shock, layered carefully under something that makes me feel like if I wasn't his Alpha, he'd have smacked me.The biting mountain wind cuts into my skin, but the freezing temperature does absolutely nothing to cool the frustration burning in my veins. I lean heavily against the wooden railing of the porch. My knuckles turn stark white as I grip the rough timber. "I didn't mean to," I say. I keep my voice perfectly steady, though my grip on the railing tightens until the wood groans. "We were kissing, and things got out of hand.""You were... kissing?"I let out a ha

• Sweet Abomination    The Unraveling

  JESSThe silence of our living room is suffocating.I pace the length of the Persian rug, my high heels sinking into the expensive wool fibers with every aggressive step. The clicking sound usually calms me down, but tonight it just amplifies the panic bouncing off the high ceilings. I cross my arms over my chest, digging my nails into the silk fabric of my dress.My mother stands by the crystal decanter on the far side of the room. She pours herself a massive glass of gin, completely ignoring the ice bucket. Her hands are shaking. The glass clinks violently against the heavy crystal bottle. She brings the rim to her mouth and swallows half the liquor in one long, ungraceful gulp.This is a complete disaster.We drove back from Luke's estate in total silence, the reality of our failure sitting heavy and foul in the confined space of the sedan. The plan was flawless. We were supposed to drop the useless human off, secure the allianc

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