All Chapters of D.R. Dares and the torn Valentine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Sorry, Magnus, I have something for you…” Dorothy said, softly holding out a card, “I hope you…”Magnus tore the card into pieces without a word or a look.Dorothy gasped and bolted from the lake where Magnus often hid from his friends and Alpha training when he needed space. His eyes widened with shock at her running form. Confusion gripped him until he looked down at the grass, noticing it wasn’t a note from his best friend; it appeared to be something else. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he pieced it back together. Horror washed over him as the card went back together. He swallowed hard as he put the last piece back together. It was a Valentine’s Day card she was asking for him to be her Valentine.‘She likes me?’ He thought to himself.-It appears so.- his wolf, Timber, replied -Good job you just broke her heart just as you tore up what she had made for us. Those roses look real, but they're not.-‘Fuck, what do I do now? She’s gone, and she’s good at masking her scent when

Dorothy's eyes widen slightly. Few people know her middle name, and fewer still would use her initials. She reaches for the envelope, her artistic fingers tracing the unfamiliar handwriting before carefully opening it."It's from the National Young Artists Competition," she breathes, her earlier heartbreak momentarily forgotten as excitement flickers across her features. "They've accepted my portfolio submission for the final round."Ethan Sr.'s face breaks into a proud smile. "That's wonderful news, sweetheart."Standing in the doorway, Lila bounces on her toes with suppressed excitement. "I knew they'd pick you! When's the final round? What do you need to submit?"Dorothy scans the letter, her mind already racing with possibilities. "It's in three months. I need to create a new piece specifically for the theme they've chosen." Her voice falters slightly as she reads further. "The theme is 'Vulnerability'."The irony isn't lost on her. Today of all days, being asked to create art abo

Dorothy nods, her eyes focused on the emerging lines taking shape beneath her skilled hands. Already, the outline of scattered roses, rose petals, glass and chocolates on the floor. Like someone had thrown gifts away to the floor.Back in the hallway, Magnus watches the space where Dorothy disappeared, the weight of his mistake growing heavier by the second. He can feel Ethan's curious gaze on him, but he can't bring himself to meet his friend's eyes."Actually," Magnus says, making a sudden decision, "I need to talk to Dorothy about something. Pack business. I'll catch up with you later."Before Ethan can respond, Magnus strides down the hallway in the direction Dorothy and Lila went, leaving his friend staring after him with confusion etched across his face. Something isn't adding up, and Ethan's wolf stirs uneasily within him.In the studio, Dorothy's hand moves with increasing confidence across the paper. The scattered rose petals take shape, each one detailed with remarkable prec

Dorothy doesn't turn around, but her pencil pauses briefly over her sketch, the only acknowledgment she offers. Her mind races with conflicting emotions: relief at finally speaking her truth, fear of what might come next, and beneath it all, a treacherous hope that refuses to be extinguished despite her best efforts.As the door closes behind the three visitors, Dorothy releases a shuddering breath. She's alone now with the sketch that emerged from her pain, a physical manifestation of vulnerability that suddenly feels too raw to face.Across the packhouse grounds, Magnus walks silently beside Ethan, acutely aware of his friend's sideways glances. The weight of the unspoken truth hangs between them, made heavier by years of friendship and loyalty."What's really going on?" Ethan finally asks, stopping beneath a towering oak tree that marks the boundary between the training grounds and residential areas. "And don't give me that commission crap. My sister doesn't do commissions."Magnus

Across the packhouse, Dorothy sits alone in her bedroom, carefully adding final touches to her sketch. The broken heart-shaped box now lies amid scattered rose petals, each one rendered with painful precision. In the corner of the page, almost hidden in shadow, is a small wolf figure watching from a distance.Her phone buzzes with a text from Lila: "Dinner in 5. You coming?"Dorothy sighs, setting aside her sketch. She doesn't feel like facing the pack tonight, especially not with the possibility of seeing Magnus across the dining hall. Yet hiding away would only fuel gossip and draw unwanted attention."On my way," she texts back, reluctantly rising to change into fresh clothes.In the communal dining hall, pack members gather in their usual social clusters. Ethan stands with his training partners, his eyes repeatedly scanning the room for signs of his sister or Magnus. His wolf remains restless, sensing the unresolved tension."Looking for someone?" asks Cole, one of his training pa