THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.The forest tore at my skin as I ran, fur matted with sweat and blood—not mine. Tonight’s hunt left me hollow. I crouched beside the creek, watching my reflection shift between man and beast. Then I heard her voice.\n\nLois stood barefoot on the mossy bank, humming a lullaby to the wind. Rain soaked her dress, but she smiled like the world was kind. She couldn’t see me—she was blind—but somehow, she whispered, 'You’re not as scary as you think.'\n\nI should’ve fled. Instead, I stepped forward. My claws sank into earth, breath ragged. One leap, and I could taste her. But something froze me. Something worse than hunger.\n\nThen came the howl—deep, commanding, echoing from the north ridge. The pack knew I was missing. They’d come looking soon.\n\nShe reached out. 'Will you hurt me?'\n\nMy heart pounded. Not with rage. With fear. If I stayed, they’d kill her. If I left, would I ever find this feeling again?
King Patrick
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JANE'S SEX LIFE
I was twelve when he first touched me. Not a father, not a protector—just a predator in a uniform. I told my aunt. I begged her to believe me. She looked at me like I was the one who broke her marriage. They sent me away like I was trash. Now I’m twenty-two, living in London, surviving on the edge of pleasure and pain. Men want to love me. I let them inside—but never close enough to hurt me again. My body remembers what my mind tries to forget.
Whispers in the Dark
Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
CRIMSON SILK & STOLEN HEARTS
I used to trade nights for cash, my body a currency in a world that never valued me. Then Alex walked into my life—steady, kind, real. For the first time, I wanted more than survival. But the past doesn’t let go easily. The people I owe are coming, and now they want to use him against me. I have to choose: run and lose everything we’ve built, fight and risk it all, or surrender and become their pawn again.
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