Todos los capítulos de The Lycans Nextdoor: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Maxine “Max!” I heard my friend, Poppy, call. I slipped off my headphones and turned to her. I’ll meet you at lunch. Coach Lodge asked to see me,” Poppy said, now changed back into our uniforms after cheer practice. “Sure.” I caught the pack of gummy worms she tossed at me and left the changing room with my bag slung over my shoulder. One of the pros of moving to a different country to start your senior year is that you move into a stunning mansion your mom inherited from your grandparents, get enrolled in a fancy private school, and immediately meet a glammed-up redhead who becomes your student guide and first friend. She even enlists you in the cheer squad because she’s the captain and the sweetest person alive. However, there are a suffocating list of cons. For example, the mansion you moved into has a much larger mansion right next door. One random evening, you meet your neighbor—a quadriplegic, middle-aged woman—who tells you about her struggles. Out of pure, misguided sym

Maxine I knew the footsteps approaching my door were my mom’s. She stormed into my room and turned on the lights, almost blinding my hurting eye. I pulled the covers off my body and sat up. “Mummy,” I pouted, trying to charm my way out of her anger. “Don’t give me that face right now, young lady,” my mom frowned. “I’m not mad at you for what happened at school. What I’m deeply concerned about is that your first conversation with a quadriplegic lady was for her to kill herself,” my mom said with that disappointing look on her face. My pout turned to a sad frown as tears filled my eyes. “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way—she just seemed very sad and tired when she was speaking to me. She said she wishes there was a way she could end it all,” I said, letting the tears roll down my cheeks. My mom sighed and sat on the bed next to me. “Imagine some random person telling me to kill myself knowing that I’m all you have now?” “I understand that I was wrong and I apologiz

Brandon I knew this girl was trouble from the first night she moved in next door and knocked on our door at ten p.m. with a plate of goodwill cookies, curtain bangs framing her face and that cheeky smile on her lips. I don’t understand what’s happening to me—actually, I do. What I don’t understand is how Maxine can be my mate. I want to believe what I felt sitting next to her was something else, but my wolf was very clear. Mine. It whispered it over and over. Maxine is mine. My mate. Human mates aren’t uncommon for werewolves, but they are for Lycans. In my eighteen years of living, I never imagined my mate would be human. A silly, aggravating one at that. I scratched the back of my neck, staring at my partially shifted hands and extended claws. It took everything in me not to fully shift in the middle of school. If I did, my uniform would shred and I’d have to use the secret exit built for shifters who couldn’t control their wolves. Millicent Ray is discreet about these thing