Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Grandpa snuck me a hot dog later”), how his lessons were going (“Science and English are fine, but I’m pretty sure my tutor has never seen a math equation in his life”), how his surfing lessons were going (“I rode a really high wave last week! I mean, I wiped out after thirty seconds, but…
After a fitful night of, thankfully, dreamless sleep, I woke up before sunrise to a text from Lucian. Lucian: Take today off from OTS training. Doctor’s orders. I stared at the message for a long moment before replying. Sera: You’re not my doctor. He responded instantly. Lucian: Maybe not. But I am someone who prefers…
I didn’t know what I looked like. I couldn’t feel the pain from the injuries anymore, but I could feel…an awareness. And from the look in Lucian’s eyes, I got the feeling that maybe he could too. I braced for the question. It never came. Instead, he nodded once, as if he’d noticed but decided…
Be careful what you fucking wish for. “You dumbass.” I shook my head incredulously. “You have the wrong girl!” He snorted. “Excuse me?” “I-“I bounced on the seat as the car hit another bump. “I’m not Alpha Edward’s ‘prized daughter.’ My father loathed me. I was an embarrassment and a disgrace-he spent my whole life…
But I was grateful. Gods, I was so damn grateful. I let out a long, shaky breath and closed my eyes as relief flushed out the fear and agitation. “I’ve never been so happy to see you,” I murmured. KIERAN’S POV As soon as Sera and Lucian left the theater, my wolf instincts had been…
She was slumped in the back seat, still tenderly rubbing her wrists. It was like seeing her injuries for the first time-the bruising along her jaw and wrists, the blood at her temple. My heart clenched so hard it hurt. Guilt sank its claws into me. If I’d been faster, if I’d given in to…
“Moved on?” he echoed, voice low. “The way you just kissed me didn’t really scream ‘moved on.”” I stared at him, disbelief spiking into my already frayed nerves. “That’s not fair.” “Who gives a shit about fairness?” he said, his gaze flicking to my mouth in a way that made my skin flush hot again.…
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…
Jake moves closer. “Sit beside him. Keep skin contact, hands, forehead, whatever feels right to you, it doesn’t matter just as long as their contact. Focus on your bond. You should be able to feel the thread that connects you, even if it’s weak. Try to picture it as light, as something you can strengthen.”…
My pulse spikes at his words. Severing. The word echoes in my skull like a curse. Poppy returns, pressing a damp cloth to my hand, and I gasp at the sudden chill. Her hands are shaking. “Rye, you have to stay awake,” she says softly, her voice trembling. “Please. Just keep breathing.” “I’m…” I start,…