LOGINBecky's POV“For fuck’s sake, Lora, let me sleep. We can talk about this when I wake up,” I said, turning over and using my pillow to cover my ears, hoping it would at least block out a little of the female, elegant voice that was filled with worry, panic, and mockery.“But…”“No buts,” I yelled, finally shutting her up.“Yes, ma’am,” she replied in a small voice.“Thank you,” I said, getting comfortable in bed and blacking out almost immediately.—The next time I opened my eyes, the sky outside my window was bruised purple and gold. Evening. My room was dark except for the sliver of fading light leaking in through the curtains. For one blissful second, I thought maybe my stomach would let me sleep until morning.Then it growled. Loud. Aggressive. Like an angry bear demanding tribute.I groaned and shoved my face deeper into the pillow. “Shut up. You’re embarrassing us.”You’re embarrassing yourself, Lora whispered, smug now that I’d woken her too. I told you—food would call you back
Becky's POVThe car ride home felt longer than the trip to Grandma's. Maybe it was because no one spoke—not really. The air was heavy, thick with unasked questions and sideways glances I could feel burning into my skin.I pressed my forehead against the window, watching trees blur past in streaks of green and gray. My body still hummed from last night. Every nerve, every bone felt wrong and right at the same time—like I'd been stitched back together with fire instead of thread.I'd shifted.Me. The girl who thought she'd never have a wolf. The girl who'd resigned herself to being less.And yet Lora had burst out of me like she'd been waiting for years, her howl tearing the forest apart, her claws carving into the earth as if she owned it. Even now, I could feel her pacing inside me—more restless, more proud, more alive than she'd ever been when she was just a voice in my head."Stop brooding," Lora whispered in my head, her voice sharp and confident. "You should be celebrating.""Easy
Chapter 40: Too vulnerable.Haunter's POV Sleep felt inevitable and with Dax’s constant yapping of him sensing our mate coming to us willingly.“Can you please stop? Your puppy love is a little annoying." Dax growled, low and restless. “You felt it too. Don’t play dumb. She’s not just ours—she’s… different.”Different. That word again.I ran a hand over my face, dragging out the exhaustion but not chasing it away. Dax wasn’t wrong. When Becky shifted tonight, the pull was nothing like I’d expected. It wasn’t the soft thread of a mate bond; it was a tidal wave. Ancient. Raw. Something that had no business living inside someone who still wore oversized hoodies and tripped over her own feet.I almost went to her. Almost tore across the forest just to catch one glimpse. My wolf wanted it. My blood wanted it. Every damn part of me wanted it.But I didn’t.Because she’s not ready.Because if I showed up, she’d see the truth in my eyes—that she owns me already, and I don’t know how to take
Chapter 39: Come In.Becky's POV “What old ones?" I asked, drifting off to sleep. "The old ones. The Ancients. The ones even Alphas don't talk about. Your power? It’s tied to them. Your lineage isn’t just rare—it’s forbidden in some circles."I sat up slowly, the blanket falling off my shoulders. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, too bright for a girl who nearly exploded the forest twelve hours ago.What the hell does that even mean?"It means you’re no longer just Becky—the girl who couldn’t shift. You’re a wildcard in the middle of an already messed up supernatural chessboard." She hesitated. "And I think the King felt it too."I stilled.Haunter.Of course he did. I could feel the way our bond tugged last night. Even now, it hummed faintly beneath my skin. Dormant. Waiting. But alive.“What the hell are you dragging me into, fate?” I muttered aloud, pressing my hands against my face.A knock on my door made me flinch.“Becks?” It was Brandon.I groaned. “What?”“We m
Chapter 38: The Old Ones. Becky’s POVBy the time the sun rose, my skin felt too tight again—but for an entirely different reason.The shift back to human form wasn’t graceful. It was painful. Exhausting. Messy. There was no glowing magic or gentle fade like the stories made it sound. Just the raw stretch of muscle and bone, the wet snap of transition, and the cold dew on my bare skin as I collapsed into the dirt behind Grandma’s house, naked, trembling, and very, very human.Brandon had yelped and spun so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. Damian had sighed and muttered something about “getting a damn blanket before she freezes to death.” And Sebastian… well, Sebastian had done what he always did—stepped between me and the world without hesitation and draped his own hoodie around me before lifting me like I weighed nothing at all.Now, hours later, I sat curled on Grandma’s living room couch wrapped in an old crocheted quilt, staring into the fireplace like it held the answer
Chapter 37: Idiot.Becky's POV.I didn’t sleep.I couldn't.Not because I didn’t want to. My body was exhausted, but my mind… my mind was a battlefield. Flashes of Haunter’s touch, his voice in the dark, the way my power had ripped loose from me like it had a mind of its own. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I felt like I was wearing someone else’s skin, and it was too tight.I stared at the ceiling of the little guest room Grandma had set up for me. Moonlight filtered through the lace curtains, painting soft shadows across the walls. The air felt thick. Like it was watching me.Around 3 a.m., I gave up pretending. I threw the blankets off and padded out into the hallway barefoot, hoodie still wrapped tightly around me like armor. I didn’t know where I was going—just that I needed to move. If I stayed still, I’d crack.The floorboards creaked beneath my steps. I could hear Brandon snoring faintly from the room at the end of the hall. Damian was probably still pacing in his sleep, an
Chapter 27: The Quiet Before the Reckoning.Becky’s POVI returned to the office with dust in my hair and the weight of blood magic under my skin.No one noticed.Or if they did, they were too used to pretending not to.Mira was gone—thank the stars—but the scent of her perfume still lingered like
Chapter 28: Chaos Mode ActivatedBecky's POV “It’s in the fridge,” I said, pointing with my thumb. “Next to the emergency potion stash and behind the dead plant we all forgot to water.”“Oh, thank god,” Candy muttered, already sashaying toward the kitchen in heels that looked like they could kill
Chapter 25: You Can’t Just Coffee Your Way Into My SoulBecky’s POVA FEW HOURS EARLIER I woke up feeling like I’d been steamrolled by a planet.Every joint ached. My brain was foggy. Even my eyelids hurt, and I didn’t know that was biologically possible. My wolf, Lora, was quiet—too quiet—which w
Chapter 24: Glitch.Mira’s POVBecky left for lunch like she always does—stormy eyes, no goodbye, aura humming like she’d swallowed a solar flare.Whatever.I waited exactly three seconds after the main office door clicked shut before grabbing my bag and slipping into the corridor. I needed a break







