Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
“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…
“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…
Yes. I would not beg for their affection. I would not wait for them to come to their senses. I would not cower in the fucking shadows like Seraphina. I would remind them all why the world once revolved around me. The first thing I did was buy a new phone. And as soon as…
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…
The finality in her tone left no room for argument. My daughter-the child I had raised, the baby I had held against my chest-was casting me out of her home. My pride would not let me beg. I stood, smoothing my blouse, forcing my voice sady. Very well. I’ll leave you to your life. But…
It didn’t look like we would have any interruptions tonight, and the thought of what th meant-finishing what we started in the hotel-had me wiping sweaty palms against my jeans. But then Lucian pulled out Uno cards, and the laugh that burst out of me carried away all the tension and anxiety. An hour later,…