Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wolf Inside Her: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lucas didn’t stir after few minutes, she laid him down.The hotel room was dim, warm, scented faintly with whisky. The curtains were drawn tight. Rain tapped against the windows like fingers scratching to get in. She watched him for a long moment, her amber eyes unblinking. Blood had begun to dry on his temple. His pulse still throbbed beneath skin too pale.Stupid human, she thought, but there was no heat behind it.She moved fast. The first aid kit was already on the counter. She dumped it out, fingers selecting what she needed with a speed born from decades of knowing what injuries looked like some which ones killed and other which ones left scars.This one would scar. Selene grabbed a towel and soaked it in warm water, knelt beside him and began wiping the blood from his face, slow at first, then firmer when it wouldn’t lift.Lucas winced.His lashes fluttered. His lips parted.“Stay still,” she murmured. “You’re safe.”He blinked up at her. “You… what happened?”“Some assholes t

Morning crept in through the heavy curtains, pale light slanting across the hotel room floor like a lazy afterthought. Selene’s amber eyes blinked open, sharp against the softness of the room. Her senses reached before her body did — the steady thump of a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.Lucas was still here.Still alive and asleep.Still hers — if only in this penny of stolen time.She turned her head slowly on the pillow, the sheet cool beneath her cheek. He was curled on his side, back to her now, the sheet low on his hips, the bandage on his temple still intact.Selene sat up quietly, careful not to wake him. Her shirt clung open at the chest, buttons carelessly half-done from the night before. The cool air licked against her skin, but she barely noticed it. Her focus was already on him.She leaned in and brushed his hair aside again to check the bandage. No bleeding, skin still pale, but clean. She exhaled a slow breath through her nose.He looked human like this.Soft and breakable.

The bell above the door jingled.Selene stepped into the cafe, her boots clicking softly against the worn wood floor. The warmth of the space circling around her like smoke—espresso, cinnamon, and something else.Him.She spotted Lucas immediately. Behind the counter, half-apron hanging low on his hips, sleeves rolled to the elbows, wiping a glass clean as he smiled.Not at her.At her—a woman leaning against the bar, laughing. Blonde, relaxed, seeming far too familiar. Lucas said something that made the woman tip her head back and laugh again, her hand brushing his arm.Selene didn’t move.She didn’t need to. Her senses narrowed like a razor's edge. The glass in her hand would’ve cracked if she had held one. Her fingers curled against her palm as that sharp twist of something ugly, hot, and absolutely primal surged in her chest.He didn’t see her yet. Good.She watched.His smile wasn’t fake. His posture—open. Comfortable.That bothered her most.Because she wanted to be the only one

Lucas sat breathless in the passenger seat, hair mussed, lips tingling from the storm they’d just weathered inside Selene’s car. The windows were still fogged. His heart raced like it hadn’t come down yet—and maybe it hadn’t. Not with Selene sitting beside him, calm as ever, like she hadn’t just turned his world upside down with teeth and fire.She finally glanced his way, one hand still resting on the gearshift, the other idling near her thigh. “So,” she said, voice low, “Do you want to come back to my hotel… or do you want me to drop you home?”It certainly wasn’t flirtation. It was a question layered with a challenge or a choice.Lucas didn’t answer right away. Part of him wanted to disappear into her world, even if it terrified him. But another part—what little remained that was tethered to who he used to be—needed a breath. He shook his head slowly.“Just… drop me home.”Selene’s gaze lingered on him, for a moment. Then, with a small nod, she turned the key and the engine roared t

The soft golden lights outside the café made Lucas look older than he was, shadows brushing along his jawline. The evening crowd had thinned and the street hummed with the muted sound of tires on wet asphalt. Selene was parked right outside, her dark car a sharp contrast to the warm glow inside the café.Lucas stepped out, shrugging on his jacket. She leaned against the hood, arms folded, her gaze sweeping over him like she was inspecting her favorite possession. Without a word, she walked to the passenger door, opened it, and nodded toward the inside.“Get in,” she said. Not a request.Lucas gave a faint, tired smile. “Evening to you too.”She arched a brow. “You’ll have a better evening if you stop talking and sit.”He did, sliding in, and the smell of her perfume hit him instantly—something warm, spicy, and faintly intoxicating. She slid into the driver’s seat, heels clicking against the pedals as the engine purred to life.“Where are we going?” he asked.“You’ll see,” she said, ey