“How did you know I had questions?” I asked him.“Shana, I’ve known you since we were kids. I can tell when there’s something on your mind.” He gave me a knowing look.I took a moment to gather my thoughts, grateful for Lucas's willingness to open up despite the emotional weight he was carrying. His offer to answer my questions reassured me, knowing that he trusted me enough to share his secrets."Lucas," I began softly, careful to choose my words, "Your relationship with your dad… It seems strained, to say the least. What happened between the two of you?”Lucas sighed, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the confines of the restaurant. "My dad and I have never seen eye to eye. You already know I’m his illegitimate son from a one-night stand. But he regrets what happened because he already had a family, and I was not accepted by them as his child. My mother passed away giving birth to me, so I grew up with Grandma Jo.”His words struck me, revealing a complex and painful backs
Lucas burst into his office with an intimidating force, startling the security guard. "What's going on here?" he shouted."This girl sneaked into your office," the guard stammered nervously while exposing his neck to Lucas. "We're removing her from the building immediately.""Let go of her," Lucas snarled, causing the guard to release his grip on me instantly.It was evident that Lucas commanded a certain level of respect within the company."Shana is my guest, and I don't appreciate you manhandling her like that," Lucas growled at the guard. "I think it's time for you to take a break."Glancing down at my arm, I noticed a few bruises starting to form where the security guard had grasped me. I rubbed the tender skin gently, trying to soothe the discomfort.Lucas seemed to catch my gesture and a flicker of concern crossed his face. His gaze swept over my body, and for a moment, I wondered if he saw me as the weak, wolfless girl I perceived myself to be."Are you hurt?" he asked, his to
Lucas must have caught the scent of alcohol as well because he swiftly pushed past me, entering the house first."Lucas, don't—" I reached out to stop him, but as I grabbed his hand, I saw my father emerging from the kitchen.He looked wild, unlike himself. His eyes were bloodshot and glazed over, but there was also an unfamiliar anger burning within them."Dad?" I called out, taking a protective step closer to Lucas.Even Lucas appeared on edge as he locked eyes with my father. It dawned on me then that my father must have sensed Lucas's Alpha presence. Wolves are territorial creatures, and my father, though only a Beta, still possessed some strength.However, Lucas surpassed my father in every way. And at that moment, he stood confidently in the middle of my living room, poised against my father."Dad," I spoke gently, attempting to diffuse the tension. "This is Lucas, my friend. He isn't going to hurt you. He’s just here to make sure I’m okay.”“He stinks,” my father took a deep in
“Shana!” My father growled, clearly frustrated that Lucas had effortlessly stopped him with just one hand. "Who is this... boy?""I’m her friend," Lucas answered before I did.“Friend?” My father sneered. “I could sue you for trespassing and using your Alpha voice abusively.”"I’ve been her friend since we were kids. Do you remember Bear?" Lucas chimed in, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he held my father's fist in a vice-like grip. The strain on his knuckles was evident.My father froze, a look of realization washing over his face. "You're Bear?""I know, hard to believe, right?" I chuckled, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere. "I almost couldn't believe it myself."Lucas glanced at me with raised eyebrows from the doorway, seemingly curious about my reaction.My father slowly released his clenched fist near Lucas's face, his expression shifting to one of remorse."Dad, I'm sorry I didn't explain this earlier," I said. "I should have told you before Lucas arrived.""It'
The next few days consisted of me readying myself for another day of training. After school, I would wait for Lucas during his hockey practice.If Lucas’s practice ended early that day, he would bring me to his grand estate. If not, we will use school facilities for my training.At first, anticipation coursed through my veins, mixed with a tinge of nervousness. After breaking down in front of him, I was worried that I’d never be able to train like everyone else.I felt weaker, more fragile. Lucas had been kind about it, but deep down, I just hoped he wouldn’t give up on me if I couldn’t deliver excellent results fast.However, every time after I started training, all my worries seemed to fade away.Lucas always greeted me with a warm smile, his blue eyes shimmering with excitement. His genuineness only made me more determined to prove myself. I wanted to push myself further and explore what I was truly capable of.It had been a week of hard work, and I had already noticed a physical c
The sun rose high in the sky as another day of training beckoned. Except this time, I was heading toward my school training session with a mix of conflicting emotions.Training with Lucas was one thing, but training in front of all my peers who judged me was something entirely different.Last time, Jessica slammed me to the floor in front of all my classmates, and I retreated to the hockey rink. I hoped that wouldn't happen again today.But at my last training session with Lucas, he encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone and participate in the group training sessions."But you know how much I hate them," I told him with a pout."I know you don't like it, but it'll be good for you to practice there too. Everyone's strength level is different. Everyone fights differently. It's an excellent way for you to work with different techniques and skills."“For you it's just practice, but I don’t have my wolf—”“Shana, you should trust me,” Lucas interrupted. “I have been through countless
The hockey stadium was empty as I arrived to watch the Dragons practice as usual.After school, I started coming to watch them play hockey since Lucas and I headed straight to training afterward. It was easier for us to meet up this way, and while Lucas trained with his team, I sat on the bleachers, observing their movements with keen interest.At first, I had anticipated feeling bored and restless as I waited for Lucas to finish practice.However, as the players glided across the ice, their skates slicing through the surface with finesse, I quickly became captivated.Each maneuver showcased their skill and strategy, offering valuable insights into the art of defense. Though different from the combat training Lucas and I engaged in, there was much to be learned from observing the players' coordinated efforts on the ice.The familiar sounds of skates gliding and sticks striking the puck filled the air, creating a symphony of anticipation and excitement.Taking my seat in the stands, I
“I think pulling me down with you only did more harm to yourself,” I breathed.Lucas's gaze shifted downward, his eyes lingering on my lips. "I'm not in any pain," he replied, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief. "I'm quite comfortable right now."As our bodies remained intertwined on the ground, a surge of electricity pulsed through me, fueled by the physical contact and the undeniable chemistry between us.I’m quite comfortable right now.Excitement and nervousness mingled within, creating a heady concoction of emotions.Lucas seemed equally affected by the intimacy between us. His hand extended, delicately brushing a stray lock of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear with a tender touch.My gaze remained locked with his, as if drawn into a hypnotic spell.In that moment, it became increasingly challenging to divert my attention from him. Our bodies pressed against each other, his strength and determination palpable.I couldn't deny the comfort I felt in his