Meanwhile, the astute Lauren, Killian's cousin, observed the scene with a wry smile, choosing to remain silent. She had seen her fair share of family disputes, and this particular disagreement seemed to amuse her more than anything.Just as the tension reached its peak, Dana Serpentine, with her signature enigmatic smile, sauntered over, a hint of sarcasm lingering in her gaze. "Well, well, what do we have here?"Dana couldn't help but recall the days when Killian, now entangled with an outsider, had been a frequent visitor to her home, captivated by her older sister, Annstasia. The shift in his affections left Dana feeling a twinge of resentment. Killian, aware of Dana's gaze, tried to diffuse the tension. "Lady Serpentine, it's not what it seems. My mother has these outdated traditions, and I'm just trying to make sense of it all."Dana, ever the composed observer, arched an eyebrow. "Outdated traditions, you say? I thought Andersons prided themselves on their adherence to traditio

The grand doors creaked open, and I couldn't help but feel like I had just stepped into a time machine. A person, dressed like a living statement from three or four centuries ago, announced my presence with a flourish. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the dramatic entrance and fixed my gaze on the elevated altar, where Killian stood.Just a few hours ago, I was snug in bed, dreaming of pancakes and telling my mother about my breakfast plans for the next morning. Now, I was the star of a wedding, and all eyes were on me. The contrast was almost comical.My mother sat proudly in the front row, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of emotions. I exchanged a quick, reassuring glance with her before turning my attention back to the ceremony. The air was thick with expectation and werewolf traditions, and I couldn't help but feel a tad out of place.Since werewolf weddings had their own set of rules, I was restricted in the number of guests I could invite. Aside from my trusted bridesma

The raucous celebration echoed through the hall, the clinking of glasses and joyous laughter creating a lively symphony. Killian, surrounded by well-wishers, was being pulled into one toast after another. I watched as he raised his glass, his cheeks already flushed with the effects of the alcohol. A chorus of cheers followed each sip. Lauren approached me with a mischievous grin. "Mellisa, my dear, you can't be left out of the celebration. It's time for a toast!" She handed me a glass filled to the brim with some potent concoction, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the intensity of the liquid. I took the glass from her, eyeing the contents warily. "What's this, Lauren?" She chuckled, linking her arm through mine. "Oh, come on, Mellisa! It's just a little something to keep the party interesting. Trust me, you'll love it." With that, she led me into the midst of the revelry. As we approached the crowd, Jenny caught sight of us and bounded over with a twinkle in her eye. "Wh

Drunk Mellisa could murder me and I’d be happy. “Go back to bed.” And out of a sudden-She kissed my neck, her hands roaming up and down my back, her breasts pressing against my chest. My cock was hard, and I instinctively pulled her closer, moaning quietly as her lips grazed my shoulder."Uh, Mellisa--" I forced myself to back away. "What are you doing?"“What I want.” She bent forward to kiss me on the lips. Before I could react, Mellisa was pulling at my shirt, lifting it up, and then she had her hands on my chest, rubbing my skin.Without thinking, I let her take my shirt off, murmuring with pleasure while I moaned and held her shoulders, squeezing them hard.Then her hands slipped down to my waist and slid into my pants. Whoa. I sat back, trying to catch my breath. "Mellisa?"Her hand was inside my boxers, her fingers fluttering near my cock. She looked at me, her eyes serious, and reached for her coffee cup. "Just a little." She gulped some whiskey, then set it down and reac

Ah, the joys of wedded bliss – or not. While most newlyweds are off on some dreamy honeymoon, Killian and I are knee-deep in the thrilling world of responsibilities. The honeymoon is on hold, and instead, we're navigating the complex terrain of werewolf politics."Killian, sweetheart, where are you?" I called out, peering around the corner of the packhouse. The guy was becoming a master at the art of evasion.He popped out from behind a pillar, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh, hey, Mellisa. Didn't see you there."I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I've been following you for the past five minutes."His gaze shifted uncomfortably. "Just busy, you know, alpha stuff.""Right, right. Very important alpha business," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.Killian scratched the back of his head, a nervous tic that always surfaced when he was avoiding something. "Look, we've got a meeting with the neighboring pack, and I've got to go over some pack laws. It's a big dea