Patricia After I've wrapped my legs around Dior's muscular body, he carries me into my bedroom while kissing me. My imagination is already running wild. I'm tasting his tongue and running my hands through his thick, dark hair, already wet and ready to take him. The man standing inside my bedroom looks like he just stepped out of every woman's wet dream. Dior is dressed casually in dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his bulging biceps and does nothing to hide his cobblestone abs trying to escape. I can count the sexy ridges through the fabric. I stop biting his lower lip and lean back, and as expected, those piercing blue eyes are even more intense when we are this close. Dior smiles at me, a devious half-smile that makes my heart stop inside my chest—he is gorgeous. I'm panting while my belly churns in anticipation. The alpha man, who I'm trying to hate, seems ready to eat me alive—and as embarrassing as it is, I want to let him. I take a deep breath and try not to overthink

Dior I come home to an abandoned house. Most of our furniture has been removed and taken out of the rooms. Even my parent's collection of crying clown paintings and the weird dog statues are gone. The flower pots are emptied, shoes removed from the hallway, the lamp doesn't go on, and the walls seem taller than before. "Did they... Leave me?" I ask no one in particular. I take a moment to regain my breathing and drop my bag of football equipment as I stare at the floor, which seems to crumble beneath my feet. Every fight and every battle I had with my parents—it all comes back to haunt me until I stand there, feeling like I'm not enough. How could they do this to me? Loneliness wraps me up like a blanket. It becomes harder to breathe without sharp pain slicing me apart. My eyes are blurry, but I was taught not to cry as a man. I'm the alpha of my pack, and I'm a guy—shame on me for being human even for a moment. I'm technically

Patricia Alice is sitting in the kitchen when I tumble out of my bedroom. She lifts her chin and gives me a sad smile upon noticing me.  It breaks my heart to see my friend like this, and I immediately wonder what has happened to her.  Alice has been living inside her room like a hermit for days. I can also tell she has been crying. Her eyes are puffy and red. "Hi..." Alice is staring down into her coffee cup, barely even blinking.  I hand her a kind smile, ignoring the fact that we are both trotting around in our pajamas.  "Good morning," I say and walk over to open the fridge. I have a craving for yogurt. "Did you sleep well tonight?" "Not really," Alice says, and then she inhales as if bracing herself to tell me something important. "Can we talk?" I turn around. "Of course!" Alice's lips twitch, and then she faces me with tears glistening on her cheeks. Her eyes are usually curious and pla

PatriciaI'm sitting on the couch, wrapped in a colorful and fuzzy blanket, while Elijah is eyeing me. It seems Dior has gotten the entire pack to accept him, even if the handsome man is a vampire.Elijah stares deeply into my eyes, trying to read my soul. "Do you want me to make you forget, lady Patricia? With compulsion, the scene of your father hanging inside your living room could disappear."I shake my head, and when I realize it's not enough to convince the vampire, I speak up."I don't want to forget about what I've seen," I'm hoping my eyes convey the burning desire for revenge. I've been underestimated my entire life, but tonight a fire has been lit up inside of me. An eye-for-an-eye, isn't that what it's called? I wish to make my enemy bleed. "I want to find whoever did this and kill them myself. By my own hands."Elijah gawks at me before exchanging a glance with Dior, who seems very amused by my answer. He is standing a bit further away

Alice I roll my eyes the second the door to my room is closed. The older Dior is sitting on my bed with a cheese tray in his lap. He is munching away while looking at some nature program with sharks in it—typical older Dior. "What if someone finds you in here?" I ask as I near my bed, slipping a knee over the mattress to climb up. The duvet is dark blue cashmere, summoned by none other than the prince of darkness himself. "Let them." Dior doesn't even look away from the screen. "Patricia seems to have finally found the other me, and I'm not exactly a threat to them—I want her to be happy." I sigh and glance at a lion eating a zebra. "Why do you keep coming back here, then?" "Why not?" Dior snorts and his lips form a grin. "This timeline is heading in another direction so far away from my own that I find it interesting, and besides, you still need my help." I lean my back against the bedrest. I'm still wearing my clothes, but I'm used t