LOGINIdara“Mom, please snap out of it and explain to me why you’re so scared,” I said, my voice breaking.She lifted her eyes to mine, and they were filled with a sadness I had never seen before.“I wasn’t the only one who dated a werewolf when I was younger, Idara,” she said quietly. “I had a friend who did too.”I pulled out a chair for her and gently guided her to sit. She did, slowly, and I sat beside her, holding her hand, urging her to continue.“I had a friend named Sofie,” she began. “She was mated to a werewolf called Derek. To her, he was sweet, gentle, loving. But he kept what he was a secret.”I nodded, listening closely.“As young girls, we were curious. We wanted to explore life, and we did. We even promised ourselves we would lose our virginity at the same time,” she said with a small, sad chuckle.“But life doesn’t always go the way we plan. Sofie got pregnant not long after. After he deflowered her, Derek kept sleeping with her over and over again. More times than I could
IdaraThe moment I closed for the day, got home, greeted my mom and headed for my room, I went straight to my laptop. At least the internet should have something—anything at all.I typed “are werewolves real?” into the search bar. At first, I scrolled through the results, but everything I saw was fiction or people discussing movies and books with that theme. None of it gave me what I was looking for.I searched for hours until night fell. If I couldn’t find anything useful online, then I might actually have to go to a library or something.Just then, a knock sounded on my door, followed by my mother’s voice.“Idara, the food is ready.”I immediately closed my laptop. “Okay, Mom. I’ll be down in a bit,” I replied.“Alright,” she said as she walked away.I stood up, fixed my hair, and straightened my clothes. I couldn’t look like someone who had too much on her mind. Taking a deep breath, I headed out of my room and downstairs.My mom was already seated at the dining table. When she saw
VioletSeeing that monster wearing the exact face of my husband burned into my skin like magma. How dare they even suggest such a thing to me—to take him as a replacement for my husband.The very first day I laid eyes on him, when the council brought him forward, I couldn’t breathe for some time. His face was the same as my late husband’s.But his scent wasn’t. Neither did I feel any pull toward him. He was like a downgraded version of my mate, Julio.He was lean, not as manly, and he didn’t walk like him. He behaved nothing like him, and from that moment on, I hated him.I hated that he wanted to take the place of my husband. I hated that I would have to play the perfect wife to a dullard. I hated it all, so I told the council I wanted no part of it.I wasn’t going to play that role. I didn’t really care about lying to the pack—what I cared about was that he was not my husband, not my mate.After that day, I didn’t see him again. Some months passed, then they came to me once more, sa
IdaraHe was thick and hot in my hand, my heartbeat racing as I instinctively wet my lips. His forehead rested against mine, face contorted in raw pleasure while our fingers slid together along his rigid length.I still couldn’t quite believe it—I was in my boss’s office, him stark naked in front of me with zero hesitation, and here I was, stroking his straining cock that jumped every time my thumb grazed the swollen head.Soft, broken moans escaped him as I stopped following his lead and took over completely. He let go of my hand, surrendering control, and I worked him like he belonged to me.Then his mouth slammed into mine in a desperate, devouring kiss. I’d never seen a man unravel like this in front of me before—beautiful and sinful all at once.I was soaked, my panties clinging wetly between my thighs. I kissed him back just as fiercely, tongues clashing, while my hand sped up, pumping him with greedy urgency, treating his cock like the prize it was.His breath hitched and fract
IdaraA completely naked, fully aroused man stood directly in front of me as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. “You should really put your clothes back on,” I whispered, deliberately dragging my gaze away from his body. “No,” he replied simply. I turned my eyes back to him—only to find he had already shifted to face the door. Without raising his voice, he spoke clearly, “Denver, I want no one within twenty feet of my office. Especially the werewolves.” My eyes widened. Denver—that must be the same man from before. That was his name. How could he possibly have heard Mr. Chester from outside the door, standing so far away? As if reading my mind, Mr. Chester said calmly, “We have excellent hearing.” I gave a small, embarrassed nod and tried to pull myself together. “Why won’t you put your clothes on?” I asked, taking a cautious step backward. He tilted his head slightly—just the way his wolf, Riley, had done earlier. “I’ve noticed you like looking
Idara“I’m not yours, Mr. Chester,” I said firmly, shaking my head. But my words seemed to slide right past him.“You are mine,” he murmured, voice low and certain, “as I am yours.”We were going in circles, and it was getting us nowhere.“You’re my wife,” he repeated, softer this time.I let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I never agreed to that. Don’t I get a say? Don’t you need my consent?”A slow, almost predatory smile curved his lips. “Yes… when we hold the mating ceremony. When I present you to the pack as mine.”I blinked, trying to parse his words. “So that means I’m not your wife yet.”The tiny flicker of relief I felt died the instant he spoke again.“No. The moment I marked you, you became my wife. The ceremony is only tradition—formality.”My eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re saying you didn’t need my permission? I’ve told you I don’t want this.”He gave a small, almost regretful nod. “I understand that now. And now I know exactly why Riley couldn’t wait another second to







