Iris“Why did I get so turned on in that cell when you flogged and degraded me?” I asked Adonis, curious about his answer. I rolled over to my back and he chuckled as he ran his fingers gently along my jawline, making goosebumps erupt under his touch. “Because you’re not as innocent as you think. You don't like vanilla sex.”“What's that?“It's when you have sex that involves more of a mutual give and take of pleasure. You don't like that.”“That's not true,” I countered. “I like sex with passion. But I like a little pain.”He looked at me with a broad grin and I flushed with embarrassment. “Don't make this difficult.”“Tell me what you like?” He said, his voice husky as he nuzzled my nose and peppered kisses around my chin.”"I have no idea,” I said truthfully. “You're the more experienced one.”“Power imbalance, that's what it is. You want me to dominate you. You delight in the sexual abandonment that comes with forfeiting control of your body and actions.”I bit my lip and my body
In my pack, nobody knew their wolf type until they turned eighteen. Then, during a special ritual, they found out if they were Alpha, Beta, Delta, or Omega.Two days ago, I hit eighteen, and today my test day. My dad ruled as the alpha of our pack, and my late mom had alpha blood too. But a growing fear gripped my heart—I worried I might turn out different. Maybe it was my stepmother Victoria's fault for constantly implying that I lacked the looks and strength of an alpha. She said it with such conviction that I started to believe her. My age mates moved forward in a long line. We were all dressed in the same white local handwoven dress with a cap made of pink, red, and blue threads. Everyone else seemed confident that they would inherit their parents' bloodline.Elders stood ready with kits at the testing center while parents hoped for the best. My dad wore a bored frown and looked unconcerned that his only legitimate child was about to be tested. My stepmother and her daughters we
I transformed into a tiny brown wolf and raced to Aunt Helena's pack. She was my late mom's older sister and the only person on earth who truly loved me. My heart raced, praying the border guards wouldn't spot me. Once past the border, I swiftly shifted into my tiny wolf form and dashed towards the Valley Pelt pack, a two-hour run from there. I ran through forests until I reached my aunt's cozy one-story cottage, surrounded by a large veranda and a flower garden. Shifting back, I shivered, raising my unsteady hand to knock on the door while scanning for any signs of trouble. Aunt Helena lived with her husband, Bruno, my dad's good friend. When I called out to her, tears welled up behind my eyelids as her voice rang from inside. She looked surprised and wide-eyed. "What are you doing here, Iris?" she asked, grabbing my hand inside. I fell onto the sofa while taking deep breaths to catch my breath. "Long story. I needed to escape from it all." She hesitated before speaking. “But
I was startled by the alpha's presence and couldn't help but laugh at my foolish daydreams about someone so unattainable. Hadn't Ethan's rejection taught me anything?“Damn, he looks so good.”Natalia whistled behind me and I agreed. A male and a female, who seemed to be the alpha's friends, trailed closely behind him. The male appeared laid-back and relaxed, while the beautiful woman exuded confidence, walking as if she owned the place. I noticed Alpha Adonis holding her hand.Were they lovers? If so, why would he be searching for a wife?Natalia was right all along. The alpha and his friends didn't make any selections during the first through fourth lines. The girls cried, and some even attempted to sneak into our line.The alpha's group approached us, and the air charged up. My heart was thumping furiously against my ribs. Adonis appeared uninterested and nearly tired of the hunt. I overheard him saying, "This is tiring, Fred. I'm not interested in any of the girls."His friend lau
I was still in complete shock when we made our way onto the stage. While climbing the final stair, the alpha and his entourage left the hall. The second they were out of sight, a few girls in the front let out frustrated screams.Some girls' faces crumpled, and they couldn't hold back their tears. They looked like raccoons with smudged masks running down their cheeks.Angry voices began to rise from different corners of the room. "This is not fair! How could they not see my potential?" one girl's voice cut through the air.The ten of us selected gathered near the edge of the stage. The rest of the girls were excited, and one of them leaned in closer. "Isn't it a miracle that only line six got picked? We should have our special name.”“How about the famous line six?" Another girl suggested, and the rest approved with their eyes lighting up with a thrill.MC Charles stepped back onto the stage, trying to calm the crying girls. "Ladies, ladies, please. Your emotions are running high rig
AdonisMy eyelids fluttered open. My vision was hazy and blurry because I awoke from a deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the grogginess, and it took a few seconds to clear up.Forcing my way through the maze of confusion, I looked up, feeling lost and surprised.As soon as the drizzle touched my skin, I knew that I was in my human form and looked around. I was outside in the purple garden on the grass.Never in my Twenty-Six years of living had I felt such serenity and calmness around me, but I couldn't remember why. It felt strange like someone had calmed my inner storm.My recollections were disorganized, so it was impossible to piece together the event. My crazy wolf was unusually quiet, as though its impulses had been restrained with a tight leash.Raindrops hit my skin as the drizzle got heavier. "What happened last night?" I kept asking myself.My wolf suffered from fast memory loss and impulse control disorders, so it was a relief not to feel the usual emptiness and de
Day 1IrisThe bell's harsh ring pierced my ears, making me jolt awake. After stretching, I sat up in bed, yawning and covering my mouth with my hand as I tried to blink away the last traces of sleep.The girls were up, and my heart skipped as I threw back the covers while running my fingers through my hair and tying it back into a ponytail, securing it with a scrunchie.Our first activity for the day began ten minutes ago. My friend and bunkmate, Natalia was snoring away, her nipple peeking through her tank top. I shook her shoulders attempting to wake her up. “Natalia, wake up,” I said with a groan. She didn't budge and I nudged her harder before rushing to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.I stared into the mirror. The events of last night flooded back. I remembered the mad wolf and how my touch calmed it down.Something about that incident made me feel warm inside, but at the same time, I was terrified. Was that going to put me in trouble? And I knew for sure that
IrisA dermatologist was invited to take care of our skin. It was my turn, and I walked into an examination room whose walls were painted a soothing white color.Dressed in a white lab coat, the doctor greeted me with a friendly smile. Several shelves were filled with skincare products, and she passed me a magazine that explained different skin conditions and then made sure the room was well-lit."You have to take off your clothes and lay on the table," she pointed to the center while bringing out a scalpel, tweezers, and magnifying glasses."Let's talk about your skincare routine. Do you currently follow any?"I almost laughed, as if I was ever given such luxury. Even before the test, I had nothing to call my own. I was living like a maid in my father's house."No," I said simply. "I've never really thought about it."She smiled. "No worries, it's never too late to start taking care of your skin. Now, let's assess it. Do you have any specific reactions or sensitivities to skincare pr