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 turned and ran. An older man in a suit was already ushering panicked guests toward a stairwell. “This way, miss. Quickly, please.” I followed, shoving past the chaos, heart pounding. The stairwell was crowded, with people shouting and jostling each other. Somehow, I made it down to a lower level-a side exit leading out…
I felt…cherished. After the credits rolled and the lights came up, I stood, still a little dazed. Lucian didn’t let go of my hand until we were out of the theater. Then he smiled and motioned toward the concession stand. “Stay here. I’ll get us something sweet before we go.” I nodded and watched him…
“What, you don’t like compliments?” “She likes compliments,” I said, voice low and deadly, “just not from someone young enough to be her fucking son.” The teen paled, his expression briefly flickering with unease-then settling into something smug. “Kieran,” Sera said, eyes narrowing. “What are you-“ “Is there a problem here?” I asked tightly, ignoring…
He held up one hand, palm facing me. “I’m not laughing at what happened. Just at the idea that you still don’t see what everyone else does.” “Which is?” I asked flatly. “That you’re stunning, Sera. It’s a hazard, really. You should probably start carrying a warning sign.” I rolled my eyes, but a small…
“Don’t,” Maya snapped, eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare apologize for existing.” I blinked. “You didn’t ask to be the family’s punching bag,” she continued, voice tight with fury. “ You’re not the problem; I’m mad because they treat you like you are.” I looked down, my throat thickening. “Besides,” she muttered, softer now, “if Ethan…
SERAPHINA’S POV Maya had insisted that if I was going on a date-even if it wasn’t officially a “date-date”-I needed to “look hot enough to make him forget his name.” Her words, not mine. She’d spent nearly twenty minutes rummaging through my closet with all the intensity of someone diffusing a bomb, tossing aside sweaters…
LUCIAN’S POV “Hi, honey!” Under the soft glow of the light from the fireplace and the screen of her phone, Sera’s cheeks tinged pink as she smiled at her son. “Hi Mom!” Daniel’s bright voice came through the device. “I wanted to call to know how the party went.” Sera’s eyes darted to me over…
“You’re distracted,” he muttered. “No fucking shit,” I spat. I lunged again, and this time we tangled. Arms locked, elbows grinding, sweat beading across our brows. I twisted out of his grip and drove a fist into his gut. He swore and doubled over, but I was already stepping back, chest heaving. The rush came…
“I don’t get how you can talk to me about holding your family together when you all treat Sera like she’s a cancerous tumor that needs to be cut out. She’s your sister, too, Ethan- and the fact that you act this way is pretty fucking disgusting” His eyes narrowed. “Watch it.” “No,” I said,…
His hand around mine was warm, and instinctively, I leaned into him. “Do you wanna get out of here?” “Sera!” Maya came bounding down the hallway, breathless and glowing, champagne glass in hand. “ Holy shit!” She turned to Lucian. “First of all, Lucian, that was inspired! Did you see Celeste’s face?!” I snickered as…