All Chapters of Feral Attraction : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Outside, the wind rustled against the windows and the occasional hoot of an owl echoed through the darkness. Inside, in his room, Milo lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, hands behind his head, his mind stirring. He was trying to fall asleep but sleep wasn’t coming. It hadn’t even bothered to try.Gal's question earlier that evening had brought up more than just family history. It had stirred memories and truths he usually kept buried. Even now, hours after the movie had ended and Gal had gone to her room, her voice still echoed in his mind."Are your parents werewolves too?"He had smiled at the time, trying to soften the weight of the answer. “No, they’re not.”But it was never just a simple no.His parents—devoted, grounded, kind—were as human as they came. His dad was a civil engineer, his mom a literature professor. Both had learned to accept his nature, even when it scared them. But Milo knew the truth shook them to their cores when it first happened. He still remembered the

Midweek arrived with the usual haze of fatigue and half-drunken coffee cups. Students shuffled through hallways like they were trying to make it through a fog of due dates, pop quizzes, and locker-side drama. And then something happened; something that left the entire school buzzing by lunch.Gal was standing in front of the whiteboard in their shared science class, nervously gripping a marker in her hand. Mr. Linton had split the class into groups for a project presentation, and she’d been selected to speak on behalf of hers. Normally, this would be fine. Gal knew her stuff. She was confident when she needed to be.But Milo was in her group. And Milo, for all his charms and weirdness, had a habit of taking over when things got competitive. He wasn’t malicious about it. He just had that constant need to prove himself, like he had something to win, even if it was just a classroom presentation.So when Mr. Linton turned to their group and said, “Let’s hear from Team B now,” Gal fully e

It was a warm Friday evening when I zipped up my duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder. My chest felt heavier than the bag itself, though probably because of what I was about to do.I told myself I was just going to say goodbye. Just one last look at her before I left.When I reached the Riveras’ front porch, I could hear the faint hum of a TV somewhere inside. Gal appeared at the bottom of the stairs just as I stepped through the door. She had a juice box in her hand and that familiar look of suspicion in her eyes: the one she always gave me when she thought I was up to something.“Hey,” I said, rubbing a hand through my hair. My pulse jumped for no reason at all.Her brow arched. “What’s with the bag?”I kept my tone light. “I’m going to see my uncle in East View. Won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”She sipped from the straw, eyeing me like she could smell the lie already. “Why do you like visiting your uncle every time?”I smirked. “He’s a cool guy. And his kids.”Gal tilte

The week had been a blur; tests, assignments, stress. By Friday, I think everyone at school collectively sighed in relief. I had big plans for Saturday: sleep in, take it easy, maybe catch up on the TV shows I’d missed. But of course, my mom had other ideas.She woke me up at 6:00 AM, a time that only exists for people who have some kind of twisted enthusiasm for mornings, to tell me we were going out. I groaned but couldn’t help but smile. I did enjoy spending time with her, even if it meant trading my lazy Saturday for a few errands.By 9:00 AM, we were out the door. Mom’s purse was packed with reusable bags, her mind already mentally mapping out every store we’d hit before noon. She was efficient, which I admired…usually.Our first stop was the grocery store downtown. It was bustling with families, couples, and the occasional student like me pushing carts loaded with snacks and caffeine, clearly still surviving on last night’s energy. Mom and I made a great team. She picked up all

I greeted my parents in the living room, where they were both lounging and relaxing after a long day. They looked comfortable, chatting casually about something I wasn’t paying attention to. I smiled at them, gave a quick wave, and headed upstairs to my room. I needed time to think or, more accurately, time to savor the conversation I’d just had with Milo.I was still smiling as I read and reread our texts. The way he made me laugh, the way he always knew how to push my buttons in the best way… I couldn’t help but feel warm from the inside out. My heart fluttered a little when I saw his last message, something simple but perfect. Just as I was about to type a reply, my phone buzzed.I glanced at the screen, expecting it to be another text from Milo, but instead, I froze. The message was from an unknown number:Unknown Number: Stay away from him or you’ll regret it.My breath caught in my throat. I read the message again. And again. I could feel my fingers tightening around the phone,