Alone With You
The last suitcase is unpacked. The graduation party ended hours ago. Everyone’s gone—except you and him. The house is too quiet, the kind of silence that hums with unspoken words. You weren’t supposed to stay. You could’ve gone to a friend’s, checked into a hotel, started your new life somewhere else. But something pulled you back. Or someone. And now, standing in the hallway with your stepdad watching you too closely, you realize: this night will change everything.The house is too still. I can hear the fridge humming downstairs, the occasional creak of the floorboards like the house itself is holding its breath. I’m in my old room, but it doesn’t feel like mine anymore. Just a museum of who I used to be. Then I hear footsteps. Slow. Familiar. He appears in the doorway, holding two glasses of wine. Said he didn’t know if I’d want one. I shouldn’t take it. I know I shouldn’t. But his eyes—soft, tired, searching—they make me forget the rules. He steps inside. Says he’s glad I stayed. That it feels like the house has been waiting for me. My pulse hammers. This is wrong. Isn’t it? But when he hands me the glass, our fingers brush. And I don’t pull away.
He asks if I’m scared of the future. I say yes. He says he is too. And then he sits on the edge of the bed. Not close. But close enough. The air thickens. I should stand up. Change the subject. Leave.
But I don’t.
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Call of the Lone Moon
I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.
Alpha's Claim
Your breath fogs in the icy air as your instincts scream danger. The scent of strangers—musky, dominant, uninvited—fills your nostrils. You're in heat, vulnerable, and the wilderness offers no sanctuary. Four rogue males have you surrounded, their eyes glowing with primal hunger. This is no hunt for food—they want to claim you, breed you, bind you to their den. Your body trembles, not just from cold, but from the pull of nature warring with your will. Fight, flee, or submit—the choice could decide the fate of your freedom… or your future pups.
Foxfire Destiny
I died screaming—not from fear, but sheer excitement. The last thing I saw was the title: 'Beast Sovereign’s Harem Chronicles.' Now I’m here—Kira, a newly awakened fox beastwoman with fluffy silver tails and eyes that shimmer with magic. This world is real: the power system, the fated mates, the drama… and me? I’m not the villainess. I’m the wildcard. The novel said the female lead collects five destined beast lords—but what happens when I steal them first?
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