Wild Confession Novels & Stories

A doorway you could walk through in the time it takes to blink and on the other side everything was different. I told myself it didn’t matter. Nobody saw. The street was empty. The only people who would ever know were me, Caleb, and Zara. I would tell Rhys myself – when, if, he ever let me close enough to speak. I would confess before the five seconds could become a secret, because secrets were Caleb’s currency and I refused to carry his coins. Nobody saw. Nobody knew. I pressed my face into my pillow and tasted cheap beer and brick dust and the particular bitterness of a woman who’d spent months building a case against a man’s manipulation and then handed him a weapon in five seconds flat.

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...

“What was your purpose in spying and secretly filming her? If she hadn’t discovered it today, what were you planning to do with those recordings? Tell me!” Jane, hiding behind him, sobbed as she spoke. “Astrid, I really didn’t mean to ruin your family. I just couldn’t control myself, that’s why I made a mistake with Tony! I know you hate me, but you can’t spy on my life like this! Are you trying to harm my baby, or expose me as the other woman and ruin my life?” Hearing her words, Tony grew even angrier. I met his reddened eyes and said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”

They were pressuring him relentlessly, and going back empty-handed meant walking into a nightmare. In desperation, Thomas sold company secrets on his way out. The payout was enough to buy himself some breathing room with his parasitic family, and his status among them stayed sky-high as long as the money kept flowing. But it didn't last. The leak was traced back to him before long. Renee's expression went dark. She felt personally violated and couldn't believe that she'd fallen for someone like him. This time, she didn't hold back. She called the police. Thomas didn't understand fear until the officers knocked on his door. He turned to Renee, desperate.

“You will go to confession tomorrow. Real confession. Father Julian is a good man. He will guide you back to the light.” I almost laughed in her face. Good man. The same man who had fucked my ass in this very kitchen while she was at bingo. The same man whose cum was probably still leaking into my panties right now. “Yes, Mama,” I said sweetly. “I’ll confess everything.” That night I sent Julian a video. I snuck into the church bathroom during Saturday vigil, locked the stall, hiked up my dress, and spread my legs. Two fingers plunged deep into my soaked pussy while I recorded, moaning softly.

The next morning, department head Luther Kovac called Thea and me out by name. He accused us of stealing Rachel's work and announced we'd be formally disciplined. Rachel watched us with a satisfied smile. Thea gripped my hand hard. The more ridiculous Luther's accusations got, the tighter she held on. Finally, she stood. "But Micah and I made that proposal together. Rachel stole our work." Rachel's voice went cold. "Where's your proof?" Thea's shoulders dropped. She was right. We didn't have proof. Luther got bolder after that, his words sharper by the second.

The elders leaned forward in their seats, eyes wide with shock and disgust. "She let another wolf mark her?" "Claim-stained? Is that even possible?" "This is an abomination!" My hands fell to my sides, lifeless. The secret I had guarded for five years—the shame I had carried like a weight around my neck—was now laid bare for everyone to see. "Eric, please," I whispered, my voice broken. "Please don't do this." But he wasn't listening. His eyes were cold, merciless.

This room represented everything my work had become under his influence, a tool for power instead of healing. "I'm ready," I whispered. "Start the broadcast." I knew that in minutes, my confession would be streaming live to every major news network in the world. Chris had arranged it all - simultaneous broadcasts that Viktor couldn't stop or control. The truth would finally come out, even if it destroyed me in the process. I straightened my shoulders and looked directly into the camera. "My name is Dr. Margaret Chen, and I have a confession to make." My voice was steady, though my heart was racing. Somewhere out there, Lyra and Rhys were still running from police who thought they were terror

I followed with a groan into her neck, my hands buried in her hair, her body trembling around mine. After, we held each other in the quiet. She whispered against my skin: “Even if this ends... I’m glad it happened.” The next morning, Whitlock struck back. A high-production video. Posted to his website. He was seated in a library, polished, aged, composed. “I have been accused of crimes I did not commit,” he said, eyes straight into the camera. “And while I do not claim perfection, I will not be crucified for consensual connections made decades ago.”