All Chapters of MY WEREWOLF DESTINY: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia's povIn the same intimate moments, I felt his hands trail to my neck, holding me softly and kissing me hard. I moaned softly, feeling the flow of the moment. Slowly, he reached for my shirt, taking it off and sucked my body with his juicy lips.His mouth was all over my skin and I loved the sensation it sent to me. In a split second, he unbuckled the brazzers stuck around my breasts, throwing it to the ground and feasting on them, pressing them as I moaned softly, licking the juicy milk that poured.He took of his shirt, exposing the visible curves of his chest. They were so broad and I felt like grabbing them.He came back to me, playing with my breast, his lips glued to mine. My hand slowly reached for the zip of his trousers, unzipping it with ease and stuck my hands into the dark hole and felt the huge pile, strongly straightened and erect. I pressed it gently, squeezing and rubbing it gently, as he moaned softly, his voice shaky.Immediately, he raised me up, and took off

The room was a battlefield of half-packed boxes, their open flaps gaping like silent mouths, waiting to swallow the remnants of my life. The scent of lavender from my mother’s old dresser lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of packing tape and the faint mustiness of old books that had been pulled from their shelves.I moved in a steady rhythm—fold, stack, seal, repeat—my mind running on autopilot. I didn’t allow myself to think too much. Thinking meant feeling, and feeling meant acknowledging the weight pressing against my ribs, the quiet sadness seeping into my bones.Leaving Green Hills wasn’t just about moving houses. It was about leaving behind the summer nights spent lying on the hood of Xavier’s car, staring up at the stars. It was about leaving the diner where my friends and I shared milkshakes after school, our laughter filling the space like background music to a life I thought would last forever.It was about leaving him.My fingers hovered over a small wooden tr

The moment I stepped back into my room, I couldn’t contain it anymore.I jumped.I landed on my bed with an ungraceful bounce, my arms flung wide as laughter bubbled out of me—light and free, like it had been trapped inside me for years and was finally breaking loose. My legs kicked at the air, my hair sprawled across my pillow, my heart racing with something close to pure joy.I wasn’t leaving.I was staying.The thought sent another rush of excitement surging through me, and I rolled onto my stomach, gripping the bedsheets like they were the only thing tethering me to reality. My chest felt too full, my whole body thrumming with an energy I didn’t know what to do with.And the first person who came to mind was Xavier.He needs to know.But then—reality smacked into me, stealing a fraction of my joy.I couldn’t tell him.Not yet.We had agreed to meet the day after tomorrow. That suddenly felt like forever away.I groaned into my pillow, frustration mixing with the giddy thrill still

Julian’s POVI watched as Sophia bolted up the stairs, her laughter ringing through the house like a melody I hadn’t heard in far too long. There was something about her in that moment—light, unburdened, free.For the first time in weeks, she looked like she had won a battle against herself.And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to feel at ease.Because I knew better.She hadn’t just changed her mind. This wasn’t something as simple as a last-minute decision or a moment of hesitation.Something—or someone—had changed her course.My fingers tightened around the armrest of the chair as I let my mind replay everything I had pieced together. Sophia had been certain about leaving. She had started detaching herself from this town, from its people, from everything that had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember.Then suddenly, as if the strings of fate had been yanked in another direction, she stayed.I wasn’t the only one who noticed.The air in Green Hills had shifted.The ki

Sophia’s POVThe market was alive with noise and movement, a chaotic symphony of shouting vendors, clanking metal, and the murmur of countless voices. The scent of sizzling meat mixed with the sharp tang of fresh herbs, creating an intoxicating aroma that wrapped around me. I stood at the entrance, my fingers tightening around the handle of my shopping bag.I wasn’t a market person.The packed stalls, the endless haggling, the push and pull of bodies—it all felt overwhelming. But today, I had no choice. I was here for a reason. I had promised my mom a special dinner, and I intended to make it unforgettable.I took a deep breath and stepped forward, scanning the stalls for a good place to start. But before I could decide, a voice rang out from the crowd.“Sophia?”I stopped in my tracks.Turning toward the voice, my eyes landed on a familiar face—Clara.For a split second, everything froze. The market, the noise, the world around me—it all blurred as recognition hit me like a shockwave