Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Ten years after being exiled for betraying her family, **Seraphina** rushes to the hospital after learning her estranged father has been attacked. Her brother’s hatred reignites old wounds, blaming her for destroying their family. But when her dying father asks to see “his daughter,” Seraphina must face a devastating truth—and the past she’s tried to forget.
I stood, frozen, watching Sera’s retreating figure until the sway of her hair and the measured lift of her shoulders disappeared behind the arch of the park entrance. The ache in my chest wasn’t a sharp stab-it was the slow, gnawing kind that crept in and hollowed everything out. It was pain, yes, but pain…
I exhaled, letting the tension roll from my shoulders. I had to do something to quiet my thoughts, to reclaim myself. I shifted my legs, crossing them in front of me, and closed my eyes. I pressed my palms into my knees. Meditation-yes, that was what I needed now. It sounded so simple, almost laughable,…
When he pulled back, his forehead resting gently against mine, I breathed shakily. “Even if my wolf…even if she chooses someone else?” I asked, voice trembling slightly. He shook his head, firm but soft. “Not if you don’t. You’re mine, Sera. But I won’t force your heart. Only you decide.” A quiet, almost dizzying relief…
“Help! Somebody-please!” I startled, wiping at my eyes. It came from deeper in the woods, and instinct overrode all else. I rose and followed the sound until I stumbled upon a steep incline where an elderly woman had slipped. She clung to a jutting root, her basket of herbs scattered down the slope. “Shit-hold on!”…
He had stood from the bench, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders slightly hunched. He looked…off. Nothing like the arrogant Alpha who bent the very air around him to his will. He looked tired. Weary. I raised my brows, feigning indifference. “What is it now, Kieran? I don’t have the energy…
But my body was betraying me-my legs were shaky, my chest tight. The cold was already seeping into my bones, and the thought of standing on a curb waiting for a cab in this storm suddenly felt unbearable. “Fine,” I muttered, brushing past him toward his car. “But if I even smell a reprimanding speech,…
More than being a pathetic, wolfless, outcast, I was the crazy bitch who hurt the sister who only ever cared for her. Celeste blinked at me now, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. For a heartbeat, I thought she’d continue the charade, But she leaned closer, her perfume wrapping around me,…
The accusation landed like stones hurled across the ward. My mouth fell open. I was too shocked to form sound, let alone words. “Are you sad?” she continued, her eyes gleaming. “Are you upset I didn’t die like you wanted?” This. Fucking. Bitch. I was still in the process of processing the trap I had…
It was the kind of small, simple conversation that shouldn’t have meant much-but for me, it did. To talk about children and school and weather, to be ordinary and mundane for five minutes, felt almost decadent. The last of my restless energy was spent at the farmer’s market, and by the time I was walking…
“Mom?” she hissed, her voice trembling with something between rage and hurt. “Did I hear you correctly? You want to invite her?” Her fingers curled into fists around her fork like a weapon. I straightened my back, though my pulse jumped. “Yes, Celeste. She is family, whether you like it or not. Your father-” My…