Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted Read Online Free Pdf の小説・ストーリー

They are not too obvious but I can read red and green. I scroll through the channels, trying to find anything interesting to watch. But my mind is occupied. Occupied by thoughts of Lance and Cliff. I am trying to figure out what is wrong that they haven't touched me. Truth is,I miss their touch. I want them to treat me like a slut,their slut. Over the days they have distanced themselves from me, one thing became very clear; I desire them. I desire the men that own me. I want them to drag me to their bed and fuck my brains out. I want to be bend down by the shower and fucked senseless. I want to cum so many times that I lose count.

“You’re funny, Bells. I didn’t know you were this shy.” “I’m not,” I said quickly. “Then why’d you turn off the lights?” “It’s too bright,” I mumbled. Scout walked over to me, slow and sure, like he had all the time in the world. His hand slid around my waist, and without saying a word, he started unzipping the back of my dress. I sucked in a sharp breath and caught his wrist. “Scout…” “You’re too slow,” he murmured, his lips brushing my neck as the fabric slipped off my shoulders.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest. I stood there, invisible. They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united. And I? I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow. Not a single glance. Not a word. So I left. I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years. "Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy." Lies. Empty promises. Now, I’d go alone. But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.

I lifted my hand from the underneath him and ran it through my knotted hair, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I gently tried to pry myself from underneath his arms, ‘tried’ being the key word, because the moment I shifted, his eyes shot open and his arms tightened, pulling me flush against him. My hands flattened against his bare chest and I quickly pulled away from his warmth. “Trying to escape?” he growls as lowly as his face goes straight into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

I felt connected, not fearful. The moon rose that night. Clear. Pale. Silver over the forest floor. Shadows sharp. Wolves gathered in the clearing. Alpha at center. Half-shifted, but calm, controlled. I felt it first. Moonmark pulsing lightly on my wrist. Unstable before, flickering, uncertain. Now steady. Permanent. Clear. Glowing faintly under moonlight. Same shape as his. Same glow. Bonded. Unbreakable. I lifted my sleeve slightly. Pulled it back. Luminous, matching his. Gold glow faint but is visible. Heart thumped hard. Bond echoes every sensation. Pressure, warmth, pulse. Connection real, physical, undeniable.

"Oh… Uncle Jayden, meet my best friend in the world. She's the good nurse." Like that, they both swept past me. Charlie's arm brushed mine, and I jolted. I could feel the electricity flow in my veins, and Carl howled hungrily. My breath hitched and hardened instantly, and I frowned. I didn't pick her heartbeat or skip a beat—I was the one who burned. The Moon Awakening was pulling closer, and my rut was getting heightened by that. Why did she come? How can I avoid her with my mate mark sitting on her body? I hissed angrily.

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.

look at the moon Rex shouts to me excitedly snapping my attention to the rising moon again that’s shining red. “Fuck” I can’t help but mutter. On a blood-red moon, a gifted will shift to protect the lands and my people the words I read once in school from a book made by Celeste to teach her children about the gifted surfaces. Lilith falls to the floor laying in agony as her body darts from a shifted state and back again. Her screams are so loud I’m sure the whole pack can hear them. Her emotions are so heightened that they’ve almost integrated themselves to pose as my own.