Fling

After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill. As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too. Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

The bedroom was dark, and I was holding my wife's hand, feeling like I wanted to do something a little daring. But as I moved her hand, she suddenly stopped me, her hand trembling slightly. When the movie ended and the lights came on, I was shocked to realize that the person beside me wasn't my wife, but our neighbor, Lesley Mendoza...

Unable to take it anymore, I upload a photo of my husband, Johann Garner, holding hands with his secretary, Eva Ford, to the company's group chat. A long while later, Johann finally replies, "It's just something we do when we're working together. Those who are vile in nature will always view things differently from others." Messages from his colleagues begin flooding the group chat immediately. They all discuss whether or not I'm delusional. But I'm the only one who knows just how skilled Johann is at manipulating others as an expert manipulator. After muting the group chat, I look down at the ring Johann has slipped onto my finger when he first proposed to me. When exactly can I escape from the prison he has built around me?

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.

"I can't take it anymore, babe. Faster! Oh, people from your country feel the best!" I hear weird noises coming from my son's bedroom in the middle of the night. I secretly push his door open to see him watching a movie in bed. He has a woman's underwear on his face, and his hand moves beneath the sheets. When I take a closer look, I see that the protagonist of the movie is my son. His female counterpart is his classmate's mother!

After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband, Benedict White, proposed holding a public wedding ceremony every time he gained favor with his lover, Anna Lester. Over three years, Benedict asked me thirty-three times and broke thirty-three promises. The first time, Anna’s dog died. He said we had to mourn for three months to honor it. I stood in a wedding dress and apologized endlessly to the friends and relatives seated below the stage. The second time, Anna had menstrual pain. He turned around on the way and went to care for her. After that, every ceremony he promised came with a new problem from Anna. I cried. I protested. Yet Benedict always said, “She's just a friend with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty about it.” After the thirty-third time, I finally grew tired. I slid a divorce agreement across the table in front of him. “Let’s get this over with.”

The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials. I was born with "sensory impairment." I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power. When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day. But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub. And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover. I even befriended the evil twin Hexenbiest, treating them like sisters. The first time we met, I reached out and ran my hand over the vampire's abs. "Nice body," I commented, "just a bit on the short side." He let out a humorless laugh, reattached the head he'd been holding to his neck, and gripped my chin. "I'm six-foot-five," he said. "Want to take another look?"

I was a she-wolf in heat. During this cycle, I needed release multiple times a day, or the ache became unbearable. Every morning, I woke up soaking wet, my panties clinging to my slick entrance. Even the slightest movement made the emptiness feel maddening. My Alpha mate, Ethan, was supposed to be home taking care of my needs, but he’d been away on pack business for over two weeks. After patrolling the territory, I couldn't suppress the urge any longer. Panting heavily, I ducked behind a secluded thicket and began to touch myself. Just then, a rough, large hand grabbed my ass from behind, squeezing hard. A shiver ran through my entire body. I intended to snap at the intruder, ready to tell him to fuck off, but when I turned around, my face burned with a blush. It was Liam—Ethan's brother who had just arrived at the pack. He was a tall, handsome Alpha with rock-hard muscles and eyes burning with lust. He hadn't recognized me; he thought I was just some random she-wolf in heat and continued to grope me shamelessly. "Let's see who we have here," Liam murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just a little she-wolf in heat, acting like a bitch in need." His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, driving my inner wolf wild with the heat. My slick coated my thighs as the wetness increased. My muscles tensed, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain, aching to be pinched by him. Embarrassment warred with desire. I knew this was wrong—he was my mate's brother. What if Ethan found out? But my body wouldn't listen. My hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his fingers. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan……

Hayden Baxter's sidepiece comes up to me and throws yet another tantrum. "I love Hayden too much. Can't you let me have him?" Hayden sits quietly on one side but texts me, "Just say yes and humor her for a bit." I do as I am told, then wordlessly begin to pack up my stuff so I can move out of the home I share with Hayden. On my way out, I hear his friends jesting, "Elena is surprisingly obedient. Does this mean she'll abort her baby if you ask her to, Hayden?" Hayden raises a brow, looking nonchalant. "Want to place a bet on it? "I bet she'd whine and throw a fit at the hospital entrance in a week, only to give in and do as she's told." I don't argue. Instead, I quietly tap on my conversation with someone else. "Will you marry me?" "Yes."

No fling! No way! Not now, not ever! Mackenzie Swanson is not having a fling with Wyatt Carlyle! And she has told him so… time and time again. But that's fine with Wyatt. She's not his type anyway. He's a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am’ kind of guy who believes in true lust, and she's a former virgin who believes in true love. Not a match! Nope! Not suited at all. But after their one seductive night together, Wyatt is strangely hooked. He's prepared to follow this gorgeous virgin anywhere and everywhere. He can't keep his hands off sexy Mackenzie and he can't keep out of her oh-so-tempting bed. So, he's going to prove that what she thinks isn't happening is actually the most passionate fling of his life.