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runaway damsel

I used to think fate was a sweet little bitch with flowers in her hair.Now?Now I know she’s a drunk mess in six-inch heels who laughs her ass off while you’re tripping over your own damn life.Especially people like me.I tightened the scarf around my neck as the cool evening breeze of Shadowmoor Forest kissed my skin, sharp and biting. My boots scuffed the dirt, each step heavier than the last.Maybe it was heartbreak weighing me down.Or maybe it was the four brownies I’d inhaled this afternoon. (Fine. Five. Let’s not split hairs.)But let's rewind, shall we?Earlier this morning, I woke up buzzing like I'd downed three Red Bulls. My heart was practically bouncing off the walls of my chest. It was the mating ceremony tonight — the night. The night I’d finally find my mate. The night I’d stop being the awkward, curvy lone wolf in a town full of Barbie wannabes."Jesus, calm down, Penelope," Cherry, my wolf, groaned inside my head. "I'm excited too, but if you break a bone from all

mating ceremony

The full moon hung low and bright, a silvery beacon carved into the dark canvas of the sky. Its glow bled across the clearing, casting long, eerie shadows that danced between the ancient trees. The forest whispered with the rustling of restless leaves, the towering oaks and pines standing like silent sentinels, watching. Tonight was everything. The night I’d been waiting for my whole damn life. The night of the Mating Ceremony.I felt the pull deep in my chest, the magnetic tug of destiny wrapping invisible threads around my heart, yanking me forward, step by step, toward the circle of firelight where the Alphas gathered. My pulse hammered in my ears. The air was heavy — thick with excitement, fear, and something darker brewing just beneath the surface.I yanked awkwardly at the tight fabric of my pink dress — the one Marissa had sworn would be "perfect." Perfect for what? A public humiliation? It clung in all the wrong places, rode up when I moved, and the color... God, the color mad

hunted in the dark

warning:there is an attempted rape scene so if this triggers you please skipThat’s how I ended up here — lost in the forest, empty-handed, surviving off bitter fruits and sheer will. No food. No water. No plan. Only instinct.The bullying, the endless fights... all those years had unknowingly trained me for this: survival.It’s been four brutal days since I crossed Shadowmoor territory, and every second I’ve felt like prey.The moon hung low behind thick clouds, offering little light, and the forest pulsed with unseen dangers. Every crack of a twig, every gust of wind sounded like a threat. My heart beat so violently it drowned out my own thoughts.I should have known better. A lone female in these woods was asking for trouble.I heard the voice before I saw him."Well, well, well," he drawled, voice dripping with malice. "What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone out here?"My stomach twisted. Every nerve in my body screamed: RUN.I pivoted and sprinted, muscles screaming in pr

nightfang

The world around me was a blur of aching muscles and muffled voices."Wake up, bitch. Wake the hell up."For a moment, I wanted to let go. To sink back into the darkness where nothing hurt and no memories clawed at my skin."Goddamn it, I know we've been through hell, but don't you dare effing die on me. Do you even know where we are?"My eyelids, heavy as iron, fluttered open. The first thing I registered wasn’t fear or confusion.It was softness.A bed. Silken sheets beneath my torn skin. A pillow cradling my aching head. For a second, the absurdity of it made me want to laugh. I sank deeper into the mattress, muttering, "Goddamn, this bed is… heavenly."Then the details sharpened. High ceilings. Velvet curtains pooling on polished floors. Chandeliers that glittered like captured starlight.Rich people shit."Good. You're awake."The voice, calm and commanding, drew my eyes. Standing near the door was the woman who had saved me. And she was—God help me—beautiful. Golden curls framed

new mate?

This wasn’t Shadowmoor.I reminded myself of that as I walked the corridors with a mop in one hand and a bucket swinging against my leg. No creaking floorboards here. No mildew-stained ceilings or flickering lights. This palace didn’t smell like blood and regret. It smelled like lemon oil, silk, and fresh power.My first day on the job and everything already felt unreal.The halls stretched on forever, high ceilings trimmed in gold, chandeliers sparkling like starlight. The windows—taller than I was—let in beams of light that fell over marble floors so clean they practically reflected guilt.Guards lined certain intersections, dressed in black tactical gear with stoic expressions and eyes that missed nothing. None of them spoke. None smiled. Just nodded once when I passed with my head down and my heart in my throat.This was Nightfang territory. And I was their cleaner now.Each room I entered whispered wealth. Heavy curtains. Velvet cushions. Carved wood. Portraits of wolves and warr

new mate2?

“Bitch, there is no way we ran out on our second chance mate,” Cherry said, voice ringing in my head with all the fire and zero tact.“No, no, no,” I muttered, pacing the tiny staff room behind the kitchens. My hands were shaking. “This can’t be happening, Cherry. I just got rejected. One week ago. I haven’t even healed, god help me. And now I have a new mate? Already?”Not just any mate.A rich-as-hell, terrifyingly powerful Alpha.Of the Nightfang Pack.And of course, because fate is a twisted, cruel little bitch—he’s sexy. Not just hot. Not just attractive. The kind of sexy that ruins lives. I’d barely glimpsed him during our short meeting, and my brain short-circuited. Broad shoulders, inked forearms, storm-colored eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. Hair black as midnight and slightly messy, like he didn’t care, he could make women combust just by existing.“I want to ride him,” Cherry moaned dramatically.“Cherry. The fuck. Keep it together.”“Excuse me for having eyes a

The Stranger with the Healing Hands

"Oh, he definitely felt that," Cherry whispered in my head, smug as hell.I didn’t come out of that cabinet until I was sure he’d left. Which, honestly, felt like forever. My heart had been pounding like some kind of tribal drum in my chest, the rhythm wild and out of sync. I pressed a hand over it, as if that would stop the echo of the bond, or the way my whole body had reacted the moment his eyes flicked to mine.“He saw you,” Cherry added helpfully. “That hiding spot? Girl, not exactly Oscar-worthy.”I groaned softly, my hand dragging down my face. “Yeah, thanks for the commentary.”Somehow, I made it out of the kitchen without crashing into anyone or making a scene. A miracle. But I could still feel eyes following me, whispers trailing behind like perfume. The castle walls had ears—and worse, mouths.“You know we’ve never really explored this place,” I mumbled to Cherry. “Not properly.”“Yeah, except this place is the size of three city blocks and we can’t afford to get lost in it,

Main Character Morning

The sun had the nerve to shine through my window like everything was fine.Rude.I didn’t even remember falling asleep.The last thing I recalled was curling into the softest bed I’d ever touched, salty tears soaking the pillow, my heart aching with too many things I didn’t want to name. But when I blinked awake, sunlight was gently spilling through the sheer curtains, casting warm streaks of gold across the room like nature’s way of saying, “Hey girl, new day. Try again.”My eyes wandered, adjusting slowly. The room really was beautiful—high ceilings with carved wooden beams, floor-length velvet drapes in forest green, a plush chaise lounge by the window. A small kitchenette sat in the corner, all gleaming brass and marble countertops. It looked like the kind of place royalty might stay during a diplomatic vacation.Me? I still felt like I’d snuck in through the back door.Or maybe this is just how Alpha Alex treats his housekeepers.How many were here before me?But… maybe it was min

Main Character Morning

The sun had the nerve to shine through my window like everything was fine.Rude.I didn’t even remember falling asleep.The last thing I recalled was curling into the softest bed I’d ever touched, salty tears soaking the pillow, my heart aching with too many things I didn’t want to name. But when I blinked awake, sunlight was gently spilling through the sheer curtains, casting warm streaks of gold across the room like nature’s way of saying, “Hey girl, new day. Try again.”My eyes wandered, adjusting slowly. The room really was beautiful—high ceilings with carved wooden beams, floor-length velvet drapes in forest green, a plush chaise lounge by the window. A small kitchenette sat in the corner, all gleaming brass and marble countertops. It looked like the kind of place royalty might stay during a diplomatic vacation.Me? I still felt like I’d snuck in through the back door.Or maybe this is just how Alpha Alex treats his housekeepers.How many were here before me?But… maybe it was min

not a stranger anymore

Today felt... light. For some reason.Maybe because I haven’t seen my mate—Wait, forgive me, second chance mate—since that last eye contact from me… under a cabinet.“I know, shaming me by hiding under her cabinet,”Cherry deadpanned. I could practically feel her eye-roll.I chuckled. “Shut up.”It was six. Or maybe five. Honestly, I didn’t know.I was sprawled across my bed, staring at nothing, feeling like everything.Breakfast would probably show up at my door around seven.I wasn’t even sure if I felt like a maid anymore.Maybe a princess.A very lazy one who just happened to clean.Alex has been gone for days now.And I’m so goddamn grateful.Cleaning has been easier without that sinfully handsome face making my life complicated.Freya left too—makes sense, she’s his advisor.Haven’t seen Daisy either.But I’m guessing she’s doing whatever it is healers do during their mysterious healer hours.So yeah, I’ve been… stress-free.Temporarily.But who cares? I’ll take what I can get

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