All Chapters of The First Wolf I loved: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marcus woke to the soft glow of early morning light slipping through the curtains. The room was still, warm, and quiet—except for the slow, steady breathing of his lover sleeping beside him. Mona was curled under the blankets, one hand resting lightly on his pillow, her hair a soft tangle across her face.The man smiled.Last night had been long, they had later watched a movie, talked some more and Mona even made PB and JK sandwiches for both of them. They lay in each other’s arms chatting until they both finally drifted off. Marc had promised Mona breakfast in the morning—pancakes, specifically—but as he’d noticed when grabbing the bread from the fridge the previous day, the appliance contained more empty space than actual food.Carefully, he slipped out of bed, easing the blankets back so he wouldn’t wake her. Mona stirred slightly but didn’t open her eyes. Marcus grabbed a hoodie from the wardrobe and pulled it over his head, then leaned down to gently brush a stray strand of hair a

The last bell had barely finished ringing when Joe and Allen made their way towards the car park where Patty’s Mustang waited. School was over and students were hurrying away from one of their least favorite places at that age for some and their favorite places at that age for others; school.Joe sat onto the hood of the car and Allen stood before him.Allen dropped his backpack next to Joe with a groan. “I swear that Mr. Caleb gives homework just to test how close I am to turning feral.”Joe laughed. “Yeah, well, if you doze in class again, I’m not covering for you.”“I didn’t doze,” Allen protested. “My eyes closed for like half a second. That barely counts.”“It was over twenty minutes, Allen,” Joes said, kicking him lightly. “Everyone saw you.”Allen grumbled but didn’t argue. He just crossed his arms and stared at the passing students.“You know… ever since Alpha Dom took over the pack, things have been kinda more violent, but also more calm. I feel more in control. You notice th

The house felt unusually quiet that afternoon. Allen had the place to himself—his mom and dad had gone out for a little private time, leaving him alone until evening. Normally, the silence would’ve been perfect: no interruptions, full control of the TV, and snacks without sharing. But today the quiet felt heavy, like the air had settled too thickly in every room.Allen lay on the couch with a blanket, flipping lazily through channels, when a sharp series of knocks rattled the front door.“Hey, you wanna break down my door?!” Allen snapped at the knocker.The knock came again.Allen sat up immediately.“Allen!” he heard Patty’s voice outside.“Patty?” he called, rising from the sofa.“Open the door, Allen!” came her voice—tight, sharp, frustrated.That was enough to get him moving quickly. When he opened the door, Patty stood on the porch with her hair half-tied like she had rushed out of the house. Her backpack hung from one shoulder, and her cheeks were blotchy—the way they got when s

Allen watched Patty silently, the air thick with unspoken understanding. He knew this next part of the story would be hard. He had never pushed her before, and he didn’t now. He simply sat, letting her find the words at her own pace.Finally, Patty exhaled, a long, shuddering breath, and began.“I… I think I can tell you now,” she said softly. “The last day. The day everything changed.”Allen gently placed a hand on Patty’s. “Whenever you’re ready.”Patty nodded and let her gaze drift toward the window. Outside, the sky was turning a soft gold, the kind of light that reminded her of summers long ago. “It started like any other day,” she said. “My parents were happy. My mom had just brewed coffee, and the house smelled like cinnamon toast and… I don’t know… hope. My dad was fixing something in the garage, like he always did, tinkering with the car, making little jokes as he worked. I remember feeling safe that morning. I really, truly did.”She swallowed hard, and Allen stayed quiet, s

The sun was rising on a new day. Marc and I had woken a bit earlier to engage in a little personal before the sun came up. I had woken first and I wanted him so I made a fuss until her woke. We had a good time and now we just lay under the sheets, together.It was while I lay in the quiet aftermath, my body still tingling from the warmth of Marcus beside me that an emotional weight pressed down on my chest heavier than any physical exhaustion. His arm was draped over me, hand tracing soft, lazy circles on my back, and I should have felt safe, comforted, loved—but all I felt was this gnawing guilt, a pit of shame twisting inside me.Marcus hummed softly, leaning his head against mine, his breath warm against my temple. He obviously had a good time and so did I, but the suddenly feeling of intense guilt had me down. “Hey,” he murmured, his fingers never stopping their gentle path. “You’re quiet. What’s wrong?”I forced a shaky breath and turned slightly, facing him. His eyes filled wit