Sweethearts Cradle Novels & Stories

Our love, our determination to build a future together, is what truly matters. The END

My fiancé, Alpha Theron, was the star player on the pack hockey team. Yet even as his mate, the pack mocked me as a fat pig that had wandered in among wolves. But when he was attacked, I was the one who stepped in front of him. Hockey sticks came down on my back and my shoulders. The pain cut to the bone, and I gritted my teeth and took it. That overweight body everyone despised was the only reason not one blow landed on him. It was also what finally made the old Luna nod and agree to let me marry into the family. But while I lay unconscious from my injuries, Theron announced that he would mark my stepsister Hannah, the cheer captain, instead. Not only that. Hannah posted videos online of th

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”

I couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard I tried, my mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything. Ezekiel’s smile. The way he looked at Aida. The sound of my own stupid heart breaking. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, hugging my teddy bear so tightly my arms started to ache. Eventually, I gave up. I sat up in bed, rubbing my swollen eyes, and that’s when my gaze landed on the black box still sitting on my desk. Susie’s “gift.”

"Orlando, Liam cares about his appearance more than anything. You have to help him." Clarissa quickly scrawled my name on the form while Jocelyn grabbed a glass of milk laced with sedatives and forced it toward my mouth. "Why did you have to wake up now, Orlando?" "Would it really be so bad to just be Liam's donor?" I wanted to struggle, but my whole body was injured and covered in casts—I couldn't move at all. The three of them looked at me coldly, forcing me to drink the sedative and covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming, waiting for their opportunity.