LOGINJill POV I lunge for the wolves around me. They circle me like vultures, searching for opportunities to strike. My teeth latch onto fur and bone, and I bite down. Hard.The yelp rings throughout the room and gives me morbid satisfaction as I bite down again.This time, the bone breaks. I release to see the rogue limping away. I don’t have time to relish in the victory as I hear a deafening roar. I glance in Matthew’s direction, hoping to see that he’s triumphing in some way, but my stomach rises to my throat as I notice him pinned to the ground. His dark coat is wet with blood, and the surrounding wolves have their jaws locked around him so that he can’t move.I can’t help but feel the gratitude that floods through me. He has no attachment to this boy or, honestly, even me, yet he’s risking his life for both of us. My anger towards him slowly seeps away as I realize how much he’s sacrificing by being here. He could’ve walked away. He could’ve made me deal with this on my own, but he
Jill POV Owen and I walk home to our apartment, the streets becoming darker as evening draws near.“Should we order food tonight?” I ask him as we walk up the stairs.“Sure,” he says enthusiastically.“Chinese?”“Yes, please!” he grins.“Fine, but only if you go straight and take a bath,” I tell him. He immediately drops his bag and races to the bathroom.I smile to myself as I pull up the website to order food. I hear the bath water begin to run, and I kick off my shoes, sliding into the chair in the living room with a sigh.Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.I frown. I haven’t placed the order yet. Who could that be?Glancing at the bathroom, I move toward the door and peer through the peephole.It’s Matthew. What the fuck?I open the door, glaring at him.“There is no way even you dare to show up here,” I snap at him. “I thought I made myself clear.”“Jill, I need to speak with you,” he interrupts.I studied him for a moment. He looks exhausted. His hair and clothes are dishev
Matthew POV “Jill?”I shove open the bakery door, and the smell of blood hits me like a wave.“Shit,” I mumble as I take in the room. The pictures are shattered on the ground, blood splatters mark the wall, and there are scorch marks on the floor.I search for Jill and finally see her slumped on the floor near the counter.“Jill!”I rush toward her, lifting her up. Her head is covered in blood, yet there are no other major injuries on her body that I can see.I shake her gently until her eyes slowly open.“Hey, it’s me. I’m here.”“Matthew,” she mutters.I help her sit up. She sways slightly, grasping her head before she looks at me with wide eyes.“Owen?” she asks.I shake my head. “Tell me what happened here?”She scans the room, frowning like she can’t remember the details. Then her eyes land on the pooling blood just behind the counter.“Amanda,” she sobs, moving toward her friend.Amanda lays limp, claws and bite marks evident in her torn skin and a frozen mask of horror on her
Jill POV “Owen, hurry! We’re going to be late!”He comes racing into the living room, his hair messy as he grins at me.“Grab your bag,” I say as I hand him a pop tart, and we hurry to the bakery.I work on opening the shop and prepping the items as Owen settles at a table with a coloring book.The day passes quickly, routine taking over as I greet customers. I try not to watch the clock, eager to see Amanda.Anthony comes in around 10 a.m., and guilt sinks into my chest.“I’m so sorry,” I tell him. “I meant to text you! I don’t have an answer about Saturday yet.”He smiles sweetly at me.“That’s okay. I figured you were busy. Hi, buddy,” he says to Owen, who waves politely. He’s used to strangers greeting him while he’s here.Anthony pays for his meal and says, “See you later! Keep me updated.”I nod, still feeling bad about not texting him. I’ll have to turn him down. Even though it sounds fun, I can’t focus on a concert right now.Finally, Amanda steps through the door with a smil
Jill POV Owen and I walk home to our apartment, the streets becoming darker as evening draws near.“Should we order food tonight?” I ask him as we walk up the stairs.“Sure,” he says enthusiastically.“Chinese?”“Yes, please!” he grins.“Fine, but only if you go straight and take a bath,” I tell him.He immediately drops his bag and races to the bathroom.I smile to myself as I pull up the website to order food. I hear the bathwater begin to run, and I kick off my shoes, sliding into the chair in the living room with a sigh.Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.I frown. I haven’t placed the order yet. Who could that be?Glancing at the bathroom, I move toward the door and peer through the peephole.It’s Matthew. What the fuck?I open the door, glaring at him.“There is no way even you dare to show up here,” I snap at him. “I thought I made myself clear.”“Jill, I need to speak with you,” Matthew says, interrupting me.I studied him for a moment. He looks exhausted. His hair and clo
Matthew POV “That isn’t it,” I say. “There’s more to it.”Samuel’s lip curls into a sneer, but he doesn’t say anything more. He strains against the cuffs, tugging at his arms until the skin around his wrists is red.“Tell me more,” I demand. “Why are the rogues interested in me?” When he doesn’t speak, I step closer, threatening to strike him again.“Alright! We have history with your pack. You’ve always been a more formidable threat than others. Or at least, your parents were.”“My parents?” I pause, watching him. “What do you know of my parents?”Samuel smiles, his mouth crimson.I move in a flash, striking him with my nails. They scrape his cheek, leaving slashes down the side.“I can make the next hour very painful for you,” I say as he howls in pain. “Speak!”“I know who killed your parents,” he shouts.The words echo into the dark as my chest tightens.“I know who killed them,” I say carefully. But I’m unsure now.He laughs, his head leaning back against the wall.“No, you don’
Matthew POV The city is still asleep as I walk the streets restlessly. I can’t stop thinking about last night. It shouldn’t have happened. In a moment of weakness, with my wolf’s emotions heightened, I’d forgotten who she is and her relation to my parents’ death.When I woke and saw her sleeping b
JillI try to imagine kissing the businessman in front of me but feel no sort of excitement at the idea.Maybe it’s just him? Not hot enough to hold a flame to my ex?“I’m kind of busy this week. Maybe another time?” I say politely.He nods with a smile.“Not a problem. I can wait for a beautiful g
Jill POV The sunlight gently wakes me, forcing me to open my eyes. I groan, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep, but I know I have to get to the bakery to serve the breakfast rush.I glance at the clock on my bedside. It’s 6 a.m., so I have a little time before we open. I sigh when I sud
MatthewJill’s mouth meets mine once more, capturing my breath as I steal hers. I move us to a wall, pressing against her as my other arm wanders down her curves. I slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders enough to reveal her torso. My lips eagerly find the peaks of her breasts, and I kiss







