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The Edge of Control-Alex
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whispers beneath the moon Penelope – The Aftershock
Penelope – The AftershockThe moment he walked out and that door clicked shut, I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. My knees were weak, my palms damp, and my whole body felt like it had been lit on fire.“What the actual hell just happened?” I whispered.I stood there for a moment, frozen, replaying his words.To keep myself from tying you to this desk and burying my face between your thighs.My mouth parted. I should’ve been offended. I should’ve walked right out the door after him, slapped his smug, gorgeous face, and told him to go to hell. But instead, my thighs clenched on instinct, and I bit my lip, trying not to let the heat pooling between my legs completely betray me.No. No no no. Stop it.I shook my head hard, crossing the room and sitting down at the desk like it would somehow cool me off. It didn’t. My skin still tingled. My heart still thundered in my chest. And my mind... my traitorous mind was already spiraling.I imagined it. The fantasy. My hands
whispers beneath the moon The Edge of Control-Alex
The cold water pounded against my back, but it didn’t do a damn thing to extinguish the fire still raging inside me.I braced both hands against the slick tile, my head bowed, jaw tight, breath coming in uneven bursts. The dream hadn’t just gotten to me—it had wrecked me. I could still hear her voice, raw and breathless, crying my name like it was the only word she knew. I could still feel the weight of her on my lap, the heat of her thighs around my face, her chocolate skin flushed and dewy with sweat. Fuck."You’re losing it," I muttered, slamming my palm against the tile.You already lost it, Damon taunted, smug as hell. Moaning her name in your sleep. Grinding your hips like a horny pup. You need help, man.“Shut up,” I hissed. But I couldn’t lie—not to him, and definitely not to myself. I was spiraling. And all because of her.Penelope.i was in her bed. Her scent was still on my skin. That sweet, sinful mix of vanilla and something I couldn’t name but would know in any damn room
whispers beneath the moon Alpha's Undoing
I adjusted her in my arms, the weight of her body a perfect fit against my chest. Not heavy—never heavy—just warm, soft, and heartbreakingly vulnerable. She had fallen asleep straddling me, her fingers still tangled in the fabric of my shirt, her head tucked beneath my chin like it belonged there. Like she trusted me.But she shouldn’t.I wasn’t worthy of it. Not yet.My steps were slow as I carried her through the hallway, each one echoing with everything I wanted to say but couldn’t. The packhouse was silent, bathed in the soft gold of early morning light. Penelope breathed softly against me, lashes fluttering as she slipped deeper into sleep.Look at her, Damon growled in my mind, voice laced with disappointment. You made our mate cry. Again.I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t mean to.”Then why do you keep pushing her away? Why do you act like you don’t want her when every fiber of you screams otherwise? Damon snapped.I didn’t have an answer. Not one I was proud of.We reached her room
whispers beneath the moon Tension, Thighs, and the Alpha’s Damn Office
“I hate him.”Bitch, stop lying, Cherry snapped.“Okay, maybe I don’t. But right now? I do. And honestly, I don’t know why the Moon Goddess is playing games with my life.”My voice echoed inside my mind like a confession I didn’t want to admit out loud. The first mate I was given? Trash. A complete disappointment who saw more potential in my so-called best friend than in me.Bless their union, Cherry said dryly.“Yeah. Bless them. I hope she has the most underwhelming sex life in the history of wolves.”Bitch. Cherry laughed, not even trying to hide her amusement.“And my second-chance mate? He wants me, I know he does, but he won't act on it. Why? It’s obvious he felt it too—even if I spent years denying it. The party confirmed everything. And yesterday? Yesterday was undeniable.”Okay, maybe calling him a coward had been a little harsh.But God, I was pissed.“You know what? Fuck men.”I was walking back to my room when I saw Chloe and Daisy standing near my door.“There you are!” C
whispers beneath the moon Close Enough to Burn
The morning sun barely kissed the sky when Penelope stirred, but her eyes had never truly shut. Sleep had been a cruel ghost, forever just out of reach. The night had taken more from her than she wanted to admit, and now, in the quiet hush of dawn, everything still felt raw.She lay there for a while, limbs tangled in the sheets, her thoughts heavier than her bones. She hadn’t cried—not really. Her body had been too stunned to mourn, her heart too twisted to unravel. All she’d done was stare at the ceiling and try to breathe around the phantom weight of Alex’s gaze.She sat up slowly, brushing a hand down her face. The room was still dark, with just a sliver of sunlight slipping through the curtains. Daisy’s oversized shirt hung off one shoulder, smelling faintly of strawberries and fabric softener.“I need to thank Chloe and Daisy,” she muttered to herself, dragging her legs over the side of the bed. “I must’ve scared the hell out of them.”Cherry huffed inside her mind—quieter now,
whispers beneath the moon Marked by His Gaze
The music kept pulsing. Lights kept spinning. People kept laughing and dancing.But Penelope didn’t move.The world around her blurred into streaks of neon and shadows, but her eyes stayed locked on the figure half-hidden behind the trees.Alex Moretti.He was just standing there. Still. So still.Like she’d hit him in the chest with something heavy. Like he’d seen a ghost.Or a sin he wanted to commit.Penelope couldn’t breathe. Her heart thudded violently in her chest—no, not her heart. The bond. It coiled tight in her gut, wrapped itself around her ribs like ivy, dragging her toward him.She couldn’t move.Couldn’t look away.He looked like sin draped in shadow, like every inch of control she thought she had was about to shatter.And then—he turned.In a blink, he was gone. Vanishing into the woods like he was being chased by hell itself.Still, she stood there. Frozen.Her hands trembled. Her vision tilted.“Penny?” Chloe’s voice cut through the fog, sharp and distant. “Hey—hey! B
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