Bared To You Series Novels & Stories

At 35, trauma nurse Tessa William spent six years being the invisible glue of a blended family that never wanted her. She funded everything, endured the ex-wife’s contempt, and swallowed her mother-in-law’s mockery of the hysterectomy that left her barren. When the apocalypse hit, they left her behind. “There’s no seat for you. The kids need their actual parents.” She died alone in the stairwell, still holding the trauma kit she packed for them. Then she woke seven weeks earlier… with a Survival System. This time she divorces Mark, takes every asset, and builds a sealed medical fortress alone. And then Dr. Chase Worthington returns, the surgeon who once saw her worth without need

A growl clawed its way up my throat. "Morning, Silvan," he said, tossing the damn picture at my feet. I didn’t need to look. I’d already seen it. His smirk widened. "Didn’t realize Marcie liked it rough. You should thank me. She looked really satisfied. Right honey?” I saw blood. The betrayal and traitor slipped past their backs like a sneaky bitch she is, a smile hung on her face as she purred in Tobias hands. My claws were already slipping through my skin, my wolf clawed it way up, almost breaking through the surface. "You goddamn bitch" I growled. "I’m going to break your jaw…"

I needed to get a grip before I truly, utterly lost it. She snapped her mouth shut at once. I counted to ten in my head. Then backwards from ten. Breathe. Control. Center. “Begin already!” someone barked from the other side of the curtain. “We are waiting!” This one was from that annoying, insufferable Baron James. “Ready, my lord?” Baevera’s smirk returned slowly. Then, she held my eyes and began to undress. This is happening. This is actually happening. Baevera’s gown slipped soundlessly to the floor, followed by a wisp of undergarment that barely qualified as fabric.

His second pupils were expanding; Barrett was awakening from whatever slumber Evander put him under. I reached to the front of my bra and undid the front clasp, letting my size D cup breasts slightly pop out of the cups holding them. I didn’t shed my bra immediately, I let it lay across my large, brown, areolas. I watched Evander’s stoic face start to crack as my open front bra slid across my breasts exposing a little more of me. “Fuck.” Evander growled quietly, under his breath. He reached up to touch me, as I stood there in front of him, naked, except for my slowly falling open bra. Our legs the only thing touching each other, mine naked, his still clad in his pants.

"How could you?" "Aren't you going to see what is happening on the other side?" Barren chuckles, motioning to the screen that shows his pack grounds. "There's a fun scene going on there too." Remaining silent, I slowly tear my gaze from the scene Im watching to take in the other, so I see Aera, Uncle Silas, Marah, and Isabella rushing headfirst into a line of wolves. "Why?" I demand, turning to meet Barren’s proud gaze. "Why are you doing this?"

"Just call me Barb." "Grab your glasses everyone," his dad said, rather loudly. "Let's cheers to a new beginning." They all grabbed their glasses, raising it one after the other. "Cheers!"

If I had been wearing panties, seeing him naked in my bed would have melted them. I ran to the drawer where I had put my underthings. I had to get out of the room before he could seduce me with the delicious V his hipbones sat at the top of. He put his arms behind his head, chuckling when I nearly tripped on the sheet. With his arms up above his head, his biceps flexed and his broad shoulders stood defined against the dark wood of the headboard. I forgot what I was doing. His mouth twitched upwards and he displayed himself even more as I stared. I dropped the sheet and chucked it at him. “You're distracting me,” I informed him as I slipped into a bra and matching panties.

He said, while shifting his hand to grab me by my throat. I took off the short, blossom dress that I was wearing. The only thing that was left on my body was the black bra and thong but the unsatisfied look that he gave me made me to drop the bra and the thong on the hardwood floor. He untied his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Get on your knees.”

Barrett snapped at Serena to leave, then instructed Tara to dismiss all the servants, allowing only his father and older brother to remain in the room. Lately, Barrett had been drinking more than usual. His complexion appeared sallow and haggard. His hair was a mess, like wild grass growing unchecked. His beard, likely only shaved a few days ago, had already grown out in a thin, patchy circle around his pale, cracked lips. To any onlooker, he resembled a wild, mangy dog.

Instead, he was holding Theresa in his arms, his hands gently caressing her stomach. I had blacked out for what felt like an eternity, yet it didn’t matter to him. His concern wasn’t for me—it was for his mistress and the baby she was carrying. "Barren." The word echoed over and over in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape from. I tried to shake it off, but the pain wouldn’t leave. He saw me as barren. That was how he defined me. Not as his wife. Not as the woman who had loved him for years, who had given him everything I had. Just… a barren woman.