All Chapters of The Goddess Vessel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I sprinted the last stretch of the two-block run, my breath coming in quick gasps as I spotted Susan waiting in front of our favorite ice cream shop. She leaned casually against the pastel-painted wall, scrolling through her phone, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight.The moment she looked up and saw me, her lips curled into a smirk. “Why are you panting like a dog?” she asked, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust.I bent over, hands on my knees, catching my breath. “Well,” I said, straightening and flashing her a cheeky grin, “to be fair, we are part of the dog family.”For a beat, we stared at each other, the corner of her mouth twitching. Then we both burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the quiet street.“Okay, fair point,” Susan conceded, still chuckling. “But seriously, why the cardio?”“I ran two blocks to meet you here,” I said, brushing stray hairs from my face. “And yeah, I know I shouldn’t be this out of breath, but cut me some slack—I’m still wolf-less for a few mo

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my mom’s warm smile greeted me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She stepped closer, smoothing the fabric of my gown in a motherly gesture before tilting her head to look at me.“Are you ready to find your wolf and, hopefully, your mate, honey?” she asked gently.My chest tightened at her words. This was the part I’d been secretly nervous about for weeks. Today wasn’t just about getting my wolf—it was about the possibility of finding my mate, the person the Moon Goddess had destined for me.Although my heart secretly hoped for Lucas, I wasn’t naive. The bond was about more than just a crush. I wanted someone kind and devoted, someone who would love me as deeply as my dad loved my mom.Taking a steadying breath, I forced a small smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest.Mom nodded, her hand squeezing mine reassuringly before she and Dad led me outside.Our backyard, a vast clearing that op

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the gnawing hunger twisting my stomach. My body felt heavy, like I’d been asleep for days. I groggily turned my head to check the time on the clock by my bed—1:00 PM. I blinked a few times, trying to process the late hour.Geez, I’d really slept that long? I stretched my arms overhead, my muscles stiff and achy. For a brief moment, there was peace, a quiet blankness in my mind. But then, like a dam breaking, the memories of last night came flooding in.My breath caught in my throat as the weight of it all slammed into me. The shame hit first, clawing its way up from the pit of my stomach and leaving me cold. My face paled as flashes of the priestess's declaration echoed in my head. “This child has no wolf!” My chest tightened, and I gripped the edge of my blanket like it could somehow anchor me.The hunger was long forgotten, replaced by a gut-wrenching cocktail of shame, disappointment, and anger. I sat up slowly, my movements mechanical,

The silence in the house felt both comforting and oppressive. There was no one around to see the mess I'd become, and for that, I was grateful. My clothes clung to me, cold and damp, as I stood in the kitchen, staring at the puddles I'd left in my wake. I shook off the lingering numbness and focused on cleaning up.I started with the groceries, salvaging what I could and discarding what was ruined. Each movement felt mechanical, like my body was moving on autopilot while my mind replayed every cruel word I'd heard today. The floor was a disaster-muddy footprints and water streaks everywhere. I grabbed a mop and cleaned it all up, refusing to let the mess stay a second longer than necessary.Once everything was back in its place, I headed to the bathroom. The hot shower was a welcome reprieve, the scalding water soothing my chilled skin and washing away the grime from the day. I stayed under the spray longer than I should have, letting the heat seep into my bones as if it could thaw th

As I pulled the door open, the buzz of conversation hit me like a wave. The room was already packed, bodies pressed close, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of speculation. My stomach twisted as I stepped inside, the memories of my birthday flashing vividly in my mind. The tension, the stares, the whispers-all of it still haunted me. I kept my head down, trying to make myself as small as possible, and shuffled toward the back of the crowd.The air was heavy with curiosity, almost suffocating. Everyone seemed to be speculating about the sudden meeting, their voices a low hum that added to my discomfort. I found an empty chair tucked away in the corner and sank into it, trying to blend into the shadows.My gaze wandered over the faces in the room, familiar yet distant. Mrs. Huckleberry caught my eye first, her kind face a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere. She owned a small pastry shop, and memories of Susan and me stopping by after school flooded my mind. She would always g