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The café was packed. Like any school day, students haunted the tables, some with friends and others frantically typing on their keyboards. As if they stopped typing or worrying for a second, they would be kicked out of school. Now that I thought about it, at least it might be that way for some. The person behind the counter looked as strung out as the students frantically typing on their laptops. It looked like he had seen the next world war and just made it out, barely alive. His hair was in different…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I was in the middle of mixing a new scent for my soap line when the sound interrupted my concentration. Sighing, I set down the pipette and made my way to the front door. As I swung the door open, I was met with the sight of Orpheus, his tall, imposing figure standing in the doorway. He held a beautiful box in his hands with a letter attached to it. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sense of sadness in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore.…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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After Dad's funeral, the air in the clubhouse felt different. The laughter was a little too loud, the backslaps a little too hard. I saw the looks they gave me, a mix of pity and discomfort, as if I were a wild card that might go off at any moment. I get it; they were grieving too, but their grief didn't have a name or a face like mine did—Blade, their fallen brother, my old man. I watched as the club's hierarchy shifted, like a pack of wolves realigning after the alpha's fall. Hawk, Dad's right-hand…
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77.2 K • Completed
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At the same time... The wine glass’s cool weight pressed into my palm, its crystal surface reflecting the dim light of the room. I sat on the couch, my eyes fixed on the bottle of wine on the coffee table, untouched and unopened. My mind was a mess, a storm of emotions I couldn’t control. The weight of the world pressed down on me, crushing my spirit. My once-familiar life had shattered into a million pieces, leaving me lost and adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Each breath I took felt heavy…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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I could feel the raw, primal energy radiating off Darcy as Pietro and Harlen followed me up the stairs. The air was thick with the musk of alpha and omega, a heady mix that spoke of need and desire. I knew what needed to be done; it was clear as day. Darcy was in the throes of her heat, and while Axel was doing a damn good job at keeping her satisfied, she needed more. She needed all of us. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and the sounds that spilled out into the hallway were enough to make my…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I couldn't believe Pietro had arranged for an entire nesting boutique to be closed just for me. The gesture was so thoughtful, so extravagant, that it left me feeling both giddy and slightly overwhelmed. The shop was a treasure trove of textures and colors, each item more inviting than the last. As I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailed over the luxurious fabrics, each one whispering promises of comfort and solace. I found myself drawn to the purples, a color that had always spoken to me,…
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77.2 K • Completed
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My pulse pounded in my ears, a frantic rhythm that matched the frantic beating of my own heart as I hid in my nest. The soft fabrics and plush cushions should have been a comfort, but all I could focus on was the deafening chaos that was going on downstairs. I heard the commotion first—raised voices, the sharp crack of gunfire, and then the unmistakable roar of Axel's motorcycle. Harlen's voice, low and lethal, cut through the chaos, a glaring difference from the soothing murmur I was used to. "Darcy,…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I was the youngest of three, born into the cramped confines of a lower-middle-class life. My siblings and I shared everything—a small room, hand-me-down clothes, and the weight of our parents' expectations. From a young age, I learned to be resourceful, to make do with what we had, and to never ask for more. Intelligence was my currency, the one thing I could claim as my own amidst the constant comparison to my brother and sister. But it was my alpha heritage that truly set me apart. It was a blazing…
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The kitchen felt too small, too confined for the tempest brewing within its walls. We sat around the worn-out table, the air thick with unspoken words and the lingering scent of coffee. Darcy was resting, her body still recovering from the ferocity of her heat, and the reality of her situation weighed heavily on us all. "He sold his own daughter," Axel growled, his fists clenched on the tabletop. "How could a father do that?" Pietro's face was a mask of cold fury, his accent thickening with each word.…
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I was in the middle of a conversation with Razor, the tension of our words punctuated by the clinking of pool balls in the background, when the first explosion rocked the clubhouse. The ground shook beneath our feet, and the windows shattered, raining shards of glass down on us. Razor's eyes widened in shock, and I felt the adrenaline surge through my veins like wildfire. "What the hell was that?" he yelled over the sudden cacophony of alarms and shouting that erupted around us. I didn't have time to…
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77.2 K • Completed
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