Maggie sauntered into the dimly lit bar, her hips swaying with each step she took. She wore a tight-fitting black dress that accentuated her curves, and her long blonde hair flowed down her back like a waterfall.
Maggie lived in a small town in New York City and was a popular figure as she always partook in the town’s shows and lived a very simple life.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, and the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses filled the room.
As she made her way to the counter, she glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the werewolves and humans mingling together.
Some were dressed in leather jackets and ripped jeans, while others wore elegant suits and ties. Maggie didn't care about their appearances or their identities; all she wanted was a good time.
The bartender, a grizzled old werewolf named Hank, greeted her with a toothy grin. "What'll it be, darlin'?" he asked.
Maggie leaned against the counter, letting her cleavage spill out of her dress. "Surprise me," she purred.
Hank chuckled and poured her a shot of whiskey. Maggie downed it in one gulp and slammed the glass back onto the counter.
"Another," she demanded.
Hank obliged, pouring her another shot. Maggie took her time with this one, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat.
She glanced around the bar again, her eyes settling on a tall, dark-haired werewolf sitting in the corner. He caught her gaze and flashed her a smouldering grin.
She had heard stories about the werewolves in town, how they were fierce and passionate, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious.
She had never slept with a werewolf before, but the thought of it excited her.
Maggie felt a thrill of excitement course through her body. She downed her third shot and sauntered over to him, sliding into the seat next to him.
"Buy me a drink?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
The werewolf chuckled and ordered two shots of tequila.
Maggie downed hers and licked the salt off her hand, then took the werewolf's hand in hers and sucked on the lime.
Maggie settled into the seat, crossing her legs and leaning in close.
"What's your name?" she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
"Raphael," he replied, taking a swig of his beer. "And you?"
"Maggie," she said, running her tongue over her lips.
The werewolf leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "You're wild," he murmured.
Maggie grinned and pressed herself against him, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. "So are you," she whispered back.
"So,do you dance?" Maggie said feeling a spark of attraction between them
Jake raised an eyebrow. "I'm not much of a dancer, to be honest."
Maggie leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "That's okay," she whispered. "I can teach you."
With that, she took his hand and led him onto the dance floor, moving her hips to the beat of the music.
Soon enough, they were swaying together, lost in the moment.
As the night wore on, they continued to flirt and dance, their bodies pressed close together.
Maggie didn't know where this would lead, but she didn't care. For now, all she wanted was to enjoy the moment, and lose herself in the wild abandon of the night.
The rest of the night was a blur of alcohol, music, and passion.
Maggie didn't care about anything else; all she cared about was the moment, the raw energy between her and the werewolf.
She was free, wild, and alive, and nothing else mattered.
It’s been 3 weeks since Maggie last visited the bar. She woke up feeling strange. She was nauseous and dizzy, and her body felt heavy and sluggish.
Maggie stumbled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, where she leaned over the toilet and retched.
After a few minutes, she straightened up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes looked sunken and tired. She brushed her hair out of her face and took a deep breath.
Something was off, she realized. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she just didn't feel like herself. A nagging thought crept into her mind: what if she was preg…?. ‘No’ she shook off the thought.
It can’t be. It seemed impossible, of course. She had always been careful, using protection and taking precautions. But still, the thought wouldn't leave her alone.
Maggie went to the drugstore and bought a pregnancy test, her hands shaking as she tore open the packaging. She followed the instructions carefully and waited anxiously for the results.
When the test came back positive, Maggie's world turned upside down. She sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the little pink line, unable to comprehend what it meant.
She was going to be a mother.
Maggie didn't know how to feel. Part of her was excited, thrilled at the prospect of having a child of her own.
But another part of her was scared, overwhelmed by the responsibility and uncertainty that lay ahead.
Maggie tried to come to terms with the reality of her situation. She visited a doctor and confirmed the pregnancy to a set of twins, learning how far along she was and what changes to expect in her body.
Days turned to weeks, Maggie still couldn’t recall who the father was. She had several sexual encounters over the past few weeks.
Maggie had always been a free spirit, but now that she was visibly pregnant and single, the small town she lived in saw her as something else entirely.
Whispers followed her wherever she went, and she could feel the eyes of the townsfolk on her as she walked down the street.
She knew what they were thinking: that she was a slut, a harlot, a woman who had no shame or morals.
The worst part was that she didn't even know who the father of her child was. It could have been any number of men she had been with during her wild weeks at the bar.
She had always been careful, but mistakes happened, and now she was paying the price.
Maggie tried to hold her head high, to ignore the snickers and stares, but it was hard. She felt like an outcast, a pariah, someone to be avoided at all costs.
She knew that the town would never accept her, never understand her. But she had to keep going, for her own sake and for the sake of her unborn child.
It wouldn't be easy but she was ready to take on the challenge of motherhood.
Raphael sat at his usual spot at the bar, nursing a beer and listening to the chatter around him.
It was a small town, and news travelled fast. Everyone in town knew who Maggie was, including him even before they had that passionate night together.
He had heard whispers about Maggie but he hadn't paid much attention to them.
But tonight, something caught his ear.
Two men at the other end of the bar were talking in hushed tones, their eyes flicking toward Raphael every now and then.
He pretended not to notice, but he could feel their gazes on him.
"...heard she's pregnant," one of the men said, taking a swig of his beer.
Raphael's ears perked up. “Pregnant”?
Raphael’s mind was racing. He was an alpha leader of his pack, but there was one thing he had always wanted that he couldn't seem to have: a child.
He had tried everything, from visiting doctors to consulting with other alphas, but nothing seemed to work. He had almost given up hope, resigned himself to a life without children.
But now, there was a possibility that he might have a child after all.
Maggie was pregnant, and she didn't know who the father was.
Raphael felt a mix of emotions. He was excited at the thought of having a child, but he also wondered if he was the father.
He knew Maggie was well known as being carefree and he definitely wasn’t the only one she had sex with over the past months.
Raphael knew he would detect from a distance from her if the child was his and he wouldn’t need to worry. He was also excited by the possibility and couldn’t wait to meet Maggie again.
Maggie was one of the regulars at the bar, always up for a good time and a few drinks, but she hadn't been seen in weeks. They had tried calling and texting her, but she didn't respond. Some of them even went to her apartment to check on her, but she wasn't there
But “Where would Maggie be”? Raphael said in a low tone while holding his bottle of beer.
Maggie couldn't take it anymore. The constant whispers and stares, the gossip and judgement, it was all too much. She knew she had to get out of that small town and start anew somewhere else, where nobody knew her name or her past.Maggie sat at the kitchen table in her small apartment, staring at a map of the United States spread out before her. She had saved up enough money from her job at the bar to make a fresh start, but she wasn't sure where to go.As she traced her finger along the map, her eye was drawn to a small dot in the middle of the desert: Las Vegas.Maggie had never been to Vegas, but she had heard stories. It was a place where people went to reinvent themselves, to start over and leave their past behind. Maybe it was the perfect place for her.The decision made, Maggie wasted no time. She packed up her few belongings, said goodbye to the few friends she had made in town, and hit the road.It was a long drive, but Maggie didn't mind. She watched the miles roll by, th
You heard of Raphael?" Sarah asked in a hushed tone.Maggie's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Raphael's name.“Who”? Maggi asked again this time to be sure of the name Sarah just called."You know, the werewolf who got banished for supposedly killing a human." Sarah continued expecting Maggie to know all about itMaggie raised an eyebrow, curious but trying to play along. "Raphael? No, what's going on with him?""Well, rumor has it that he's back in town," Sarah replied, her voice dropping even lower. "And get this, the rumor also says that he's back in town searching for his mate and children. Can you imagine?"Maggie's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Raphael's mate and children. Maggie's eyes widened. Her heart couldn’t stop racing non stop at this point.She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Raphael. The name brought back a flood of memories, memories she had long buried.As Sarah continued talking about Raphael's rumoured return to town, Maggie sat there in utter
It was Sarah.She picked it up, expecting to hear Sarah's voice on the other end."Hey, Sarah. What's up?" Maggie asked, trying to sound calm."I just wanted to remind you that my boutique launch is today," Sarah said, her voice chipper and upbeat.Maggie's heart sank. She had completely forgotten about the launch. Sarah had been telling Maggie about it all week but Maggie had totally forgotten about it. Maggie had not been herself since Sarah told her about Raphael at the cafeteria. It had slipped her mind."Oh my god, Sarah. I completely forgot," Maggie said, feeling guilty."That's why I'm calling, silly. I wanted to remind you. And I'm also having a little get together party tonight to celebrate. You should come," Sarah said, her voice still cheery.Maggie hesitated. She wasn't sure if she was up for a party tonight, with everything going on."I don't know, Sarah. I've got a lot on my plate right now," Maggie said, trying to come up with an excuse."Nonsense. You need to take a b
Maggie's heart pounded in her chest as she hurriedly waved her hand in the air, desperately trying to flag down a passing cab.Her eyes darted across the busy street, searching for any sign of an available vehicle. Finally, her gaze locked onto a yellow taxi approaching from a distance. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, her arm outstretched, as she caught the driver's attention.The cab slowed down, and Maggie, adrenaline coursing through her veins, rushed to the backseat. She flung open the door and gestured frantically for her children Luke and Leah, to join her. They hurriedly followed suit, their faces filled with concern and confusion."Hurry” Maggie said to the cab driver.Maggie's breath was ragged as she settled into her seat, quickly buckling her seatbelt. The cab driver, a middle-aged man with a graying beard, glanced at Maggie through the rearview mirror. "Where to, miss?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity."Just go!" Maggie practically shouted, her voice on
Sarah stumbled into her apartment in the early hours of the morning, her exhaustion evident in the heavy bags under her eyes and the weariness etched across her face. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the stillness of the space. As she made her way further into the room, she spotted Maggie sitting on the couch, a dim light casting a soft glow around her.Sarah approached cautiously, her voice gentle. "Hello there," she said lightly, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.Maggie looked up, her gaze meeting Sarah's. "Hello Sarah," she replied, her voice subdued yet welcoming. "Why are you still awake?" Sarah asked"I guess I just wasn't sleepy yet," Maggie admitted, her voice trailing off.Sarah sighed, concern washing over her as she took in the scene before her. Luke and Leah were fast asleep, their bodies curled up on either side of Maggie, seeking comfort in her presence. "Maggie, you should be resting too," Sarah said gently, stepping closer to the couch.Magg
"You weren't quite yourself throughout the whole night." Sarah continued"I'm sorry about that," she replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "It's just..the kids' father is in town," Maggie repliedMaggie then took a deep breath“Raphael... Raphael is the father of the kids.”Sarah almost choking on her coffee, coughs “What?”“I know it's a shock”. Maggie replied nervously. I should have told you earlier, but I didn't know how to bring it up”.Sarah couldn't believe what she had just heard. The words echoed in her mind, refusing to sink in. “How did it happen?” Sarah's voice trembled as she posed the question, desperate for answers. The room fell into a heavy silence, as if time itself had frozen. Maggie took a deep breath, preparing herself to reveal a chapter of her life she had long kept hidden.For the next hour, Maggie poured out her heart to Sarah, recounting the life she once lived in the bustling streets of New York City before finding herself in the glitzy realm of
Maggie sat on a worn out couch just by the corner of Sarah’s sitting room sipping a cup of steaming tea. The living room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the setting sun. The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed in the silence. It had been three long years since Raphael vanished from their lives, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions. No one had heard from him in all that time, and even the rumors that once swirled around their small town had died down to mere whispers.Maggie couldn't help but wonder if he had truly left, never to return.At times, she pondered whether she was finally free from him. Perhaps he had accepted the fact that she would never allow him to take their kids away, or maybe he simply couldn't find them. Whatever the reason, Maggie felt a newfound sense of safety and liberation.As she sat lost in her thoughts, the sound of the front door opening broke the silence. Maggie's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly realized it was only the wind. S
Maggie was shocked by Luke’s question. She didn’t expect that. Unknown to her, Luke had been listening to her conversations with Sarah.“Uhmm…. Why don’t you go unpack your things with your sister” Maggie said hurriedly gesturing Luke to his room, trying to avoid his question.Days went by so fast and six years had passed since Maggie, Luke, and Leah had settled back in their apartment. The passage of time had brought healing, growth, and a renewed sense of hope. Luke and Leah had wasted no time in resuming their education, and today marked another day of school in their lives.Leah burst through the front door, his excitement palpable in the air."Mum, Mum, my teacher told me to give this to you!" She exclaimed, waving a folded letter in his hand.Maggie, sitting on the couch, looked up from her book, curiosity piqued. She took the letter from Leah’s outstretched hand, her brows furrowing as she wondered what it could be. With a sense of anticipation, she carefully opened the envelo