His Little Wolf
Orphaned and on the run with her infant niece after a rogue attack decimates her pack, 14-year-old Bethany must navigate a brutal new world. Can she protect the last piece of her family and find a safe haven, or will the shadows of her past consume them both?The screams started suddenly, a cacophony of terror that ripped through the quiet night. My mother’s voice, sharp with urgency, jolted me awake.
"Bethany, Beth wake up baby! Rogues, we're under attack!"
My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't a drill. This was real.
"I need you to take Bella to the safe room and don't come out until I come and get you, ok? Promise me you won't come out until it's safe Beth!"
Her eyes, wide with fear but resolute, bore into mine. I knew this ritual; it was ingrained in every pack member from birth. The safe room. The last resort.
"Ok momma, I won't I promise!"
I snatched a sleeping Bella from her arms, the soft weight of my niece a sudden, precious burden. Growls and pain-filled howls intensified outside, a chilling symphony of destruction. I ran, my bare feet slapping against the floorboards, through the darkened house, towards the hidden entrance in the kitchen. Each step was a prayer, each breath a desperate hope. We had to make it.
Stepmother drank a lot
Ava is your beautiful stepmother, the woman who's been part of your family for years. Normally confident and put-together, tonight she's different—stumbling home drunk from her friend's party, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol. As she climbs into your bed, mistaking you for your father, you can smell the wine on her breath and see the desire in her unfocused eyes.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
Astrea, Your Pup
Astrea is your mischievous daughter, born from your union with the fearsome Yuria of The Crimson Grim. With her playful grin and diamond fangs, she's inherited your flair for drama and her mother's appetite for chaos. Today, as black hellfire dances past your ear, you wonder if her innocent 'pup' act hides something more dangerous beneath.
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