My Room Mate from the Pack

“But…” She held up a finger. “If he breaks your heart, he’s evicted. On the spot. I won’t even give him thirty days. I’ll haul his furry little ass out with my own two hands.” I barked out a laugh. I couldn’t help it. She said it with all the fiery conviction of a woman…

At least one form of twinkle light Snacks within arm’s reach Permission for spontaneous cuddling, even if the fort-builder claims to be ‘working’ Clause 4.9 – Conflict Resolution: All fights must be resolved via one or more of the following: Barefoot walks to the bodega for midnight snacks Truth or Dare rematches Slow dancing in…

He kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t needy. It was reverent. His lips moved against mine like he’d been waiting his whole life for this exact moment, and now that it was here, he wasn’t going to waste a single second. My hands slid into his hair, tugging him closer as I straddled his…

I found Lucien at the bar, swirling something expensive and dark in a crystal glass like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in my life. Except, the grin he shot me was short-lived. In front of him, next to the glass, sat the ley line tracker, its display an anemic flicker of blue, the numbers…

Tears welled up again, traitorous and fast. “I’m such a basket case.” “You’re not.” Her tone turned firm, almost annoyed on my behalf. “You’re a person going through a hard thing. There’s a difference.” I sniffled and looked down at my lap. “I really thought Roman was different.” Her fingers curled around mine, steady and…

“I told him I want you. I love the pack, but I don’t want to live for it. I want to be in the city. I want to help when I can, but the whole beta thing? That’s not me. It crushes something in me. So I turned it down.” My jaw dropped. “You… turned…

Lucien moved through the growing crowd like he’d been born for it, all charm and quick hands on shoulders, the kind of grin that made people lean in. But I knew the truth-he was still buzzing from the tracker readings, holding himself together with that showman polish so no one would see how close he…

She tilted her head. Her lips parted. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Where’s your scar, Maggie?” Roman took a half-step forward, his entire body coiled. I forced a laugh. “Oh. I’m… a fast healer.” The words felt ridiculous the moment they left my mouth, but I kept my tone breezy and light. Her eyes narrowed. “That…

I opened the apartment door and stepped inside, leaving the door ajar. I stood there, just past the frame, hand still on the handle. And I listened. “You don’t have to answer right away,” Eric said, voice low and soft like he was trying to thread his way back into her. “I miss you. And…

He set a plate down in front of me without a word. No sarcastic comment. No drama. No accidental smirk. Just the clink of porcelain and tension so thick I could chew it. We ate in silence. It was easily the most awkward meal we’d ever shared, and that was saying something, considering our origin…