Under The Same Roof Novels & Stories

Ava’s POV Liam Carter’s idea of a small engagement dinner was, apparently, a rooftop soirée catered by a five-star chef, with fairy lights, live jazz, and place cards written in calligraphy so ornate I wasn’t sure if I’d been invited or knighted. Jenna showed up with a folder labeled “Operation Wedding Domination”, while Morgan immediately began critiquing the wine like a snob possessed. “This rosé has notes of betrayal,” she declared, swirling her glass.

Together. THE END.

Meanwhile, in the sacred valley of the Dark Moon Pack, I was at the altar, dressed in a silver gown, my long hair braided and adorned with moonstones. I seemed to sparkle against the sun, while Lyon stood beside me, his figure towering as he held my hand, our matching engagement rings glinting against the sun's glow. Lyon's voice was deep and strong, ringing throughout the valley as he swore, "I, Lyon, take Susan as my beloved Luna. My claws shall be her protection, my domain shall be her safe harbor—all my honor, loyalty and my very being is hers." Our packs cheered thunderously, blessing us, when Daniel tore his way through the crowd.

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

We had a small wedding, and over time, I convinced myself the paperwork didn't really matter. But now it finally clicked. Rupert never wanted to register our marriage because he was already married to Mavis! If he filed for another marriage, it'd be bigamy. So, I'd been the other woman the whole time. And now, I didn't even have the right to ask for a divorce.

"Come, let's get you settled. I believe my son is around here somewhere... probably hiding in room or the gym. I'll have him come down to meet his new sister shortly." ​My skin crawled at the word "sister." William gestured toward the grand entryway, his hand resting possessively on my mother’s waist. "Let’s get you inside." ​The interior of the mansion was even more intimidating than the outside. Marble floors polished to a mirror finish, a chandelier that looked like a rain of frozen diamonds, and a silence so thick it felt heavy. ​"Maria," William called out to a second maid waiting in the foyer. "Please show Summer to her suite. It’s the one in the East Wing, overlooking the gardens"

Riley yelled and attempted to leave the office but Zack pulled her back. "You're right, we all did! That's why we shouldn't try to take away or prevent each other's newfound happiness. If not we might end up hurting each other even more." He cautioned before letting go of her hand and walking out on her. 'Shit! Everyone always thinks I'm in the wrong but I have a feeling that this girl will ruin us and expose our 10 years old secret.' She mumbled to herself as she stomped off to her room. The Royal Pack House was segmented into two wide Chambers and ever since their fall out, one belonged to Harris' parents while the other belonged to him with each having its separate staff and important pla

“Are you okay?” “Hmm.” Was his reply. She shrugged turning her gaze back to the elevator doors. Grey glanced down at her, she had managed to pack her hair in something less disastrous. “Does he stay in this same building?” He asked her. “What?” she glanced up at him her eyes meeting hers. “Brad. Does he stay in this same building?” he clarified. “Oh, yes he does.” She answered and then continues. “Why do I feel like you both have a personal vendetta? Was he one of your best friends who stole your girlfriend?” she teased and he glared at her.

James said smoothly, his voice dripping with persuasion. A slow smile spread across Lisa’s face as an idea took root. “I want to become the Luna of the Silvermoon pack.” James hesitated, caught off guard by her demand. “The Luna? Are you saying…” Lisa quickly interjected, her tone firm. “No, no, not what you’re thinking, Elder James. I have no interest in marrying you. This would be a contract relationship—strictly professional. You take the Alpha title, and I take the title of Luna. No emotional or sexual benefits included”

I had worried that there might be jealousy or tension between them, given the complicated history they shared regarding my mother and me. But to my utter surprise and delight, the two men hit it off immediately. They found a strange and deep bond between them. They were united by one thing above all else: their immense love for me and their shared memories of my mother. They had both loved her in their own unique ways, and they had both made incredible sacrifices to ensure my safety and happiness. Instead of seeing each other as rivals, they saw each other as brothers-in-arms who had survived the same storm.