Lahat ng Kabanata ng Feral Attraction : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The aftershocks were still rippling through me, a warm, buzzing hum deep in my bones. Milo’s weight was a solid, comforting anchor, his softened length still nestled inside me, a tender connection in the quiet aftermath. His breath was warm against my neck, his face still buried in my hair. I could feel the precise moment the last of the beast receded, the subtle shift in his muscles, the softening of the air around him from predatory to protective.He lifted his head slowly, his eyes finding mine in the flickering light. They were his eyes again, that warm, deep brown, but they held a shadow of something… vulnerable. He brushed a sweat-damp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch impossibly gentle. “Gal,” he whispered, his voice rough from growls and groans. “Did I… was I too much?”The question, so soft and full of genuine worry, unraveled something in my chest. I brought my hands up to cup his stubbled cheeks. “Too much?” I echoed, my own voice hoarse. “Milo, it was… it was ever

The weekend of the full moon in Salem crept up faster than I expected. Even though I had attended countless full moon gatherings back in Valley Stone, this one felt different in a significant way. Maybe because it was my first full moon away from home. Or maybe because I was in a new environment entirely, surrounded by wolves I barely knew.Whatever the reason, the weight sat in my chest the entire day.By 4 p.m., I was already in the room the pack had assigned to me; a simple but comfortable space on the third floor of the pack house. The window overlooked the western yard, where preparations for the moonrise were already underway. Younger wolves hurried across the grass, elders walked in small groups, and patrol leaders coordinated quietly near the treeline.Everything looked both familiar and foreign at the same time.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, listening to the muffled heartbeat of the pack house; footsteps, hushed conversations, doors opening and closing, th

The groan tore from my throat before I was even fully awake, the sun a relentless intruder through the gap in the curtains. I blinked, squinting at the clock. Eight. Four more hours until our flight. Then I rolled over.Her back was to me, a smooth, warm landscape of olive skin and the gentle curve of her spine. The scent of her sleep and her jasmine shampoo wrapped around me, and god, it was immediate. My dick went from soft to a hard, aching line against my cotton pajama pants in one brutal heartbeat. No thought. Just need. A deep, primal pulse that started in my balls and echoed through every muscle.I scooted closer, the heat of her body drawing me like a magnet. My hips pressed against the swell of her ass, and the friction of skin on skin through the thin fabric made me groan again, low and ragged. My arm slid around her waist, my hand finding the soft plane of her stomach, then lower, sliding beneath the waistband of her own shorts. My fingers quested through soft curls, parti

Our first night back home felt strangely unreal as though the entire freshman year had been some long, bright dream we stepped out of only this morning. The familiar heat of Valley Stone, the rows of trimmed hedges, the peaceful hum of our neighborhood… it all wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I didn’t realize how much I missed this place until I stepped onto our porch earlier and smelled my mom’s jasmine plants.But Milo’s mom wasn’t about to let the night end quietly. Before I even finished dropping my luggage in my room, she called my mom insisting…no, commanding…both families to come over for dinner. That woman had a loving heart wrapped in pure steel; refusing her wasn’t even an option.So by seven, my parents and I were walking up the Andersons’ driveway, and the moment the door opened, I was engulfed in hugs. First from Milo’s mom, then his dad, then from Milo himself who squeezed me a little too tightly for someone who just arrived home with me a few hours back. I grinned

Summer in Valley Stone had a way of settling into the bones slow, golden, and familiar. The air that morning smelled like sun-warmed grass and the faint sweetness of wildflowers blooming behind the old post office. It was the kind of day that begged you to be outside.So naturally, Gal and I didn’t waste it.She showed up at my house in denim shorts and a pale yellow top, her hair braided loosely over one shoulder. I’d seen her a thousand times, in every possible mood and form; laughing, crying, sleepy, irritated but summer Gal was something else entirely. She always looked like a piece of sunlight that had decided to walk around as a person.“Ready?” she asked, nudging me lightly with her elbow.“Always,” I replied, locking the door and grabbing the backpack I had filled earlier.We weren’t going far, just to the lake a few miles from town. It was our place, long before we knew what love meant. We’d biked there as kids, skipped rocks as middle schoolers, picnicked as high school swee