TWO WEEKS LATERSELENEThe two hours drive hadn’t done anything to help Troy and I bond. If anything I had even less idea what was going through his head. Vague answers and faraway stares had been my driving companion. “I apologise in advance for my mom,” I muttered pessimistically, swatting away a fly.“So I’m meant to lie about all these epic clubs - how me and you get wild on a full moon?”“Yep,”He sighed as I switched off the engine and leapt out of the car, stretching his long limbs dramatically. He pointed two fingers to his eyes in an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. Before I could reply he was swiftly swept up by Marie and my mother and whisked into the house in a flurry of fuss and chit chat. I spotted Marie, five years younger than me, now had her hair tightly pin curled just like my mom and looked way too mature for her age. A thought flashed back of how Adam used to laugh at Mom's style, now his mate matched. His ma

SELENE It was shaping up to be the most perfect evening. Rocco danced beautifully, I felt like a precious jewel being shown around the room in his arms. When he started flirting with me about being my masseuse my body surged with desire so much, I almost went off-balance. I felt more like a harlot than a princess at that moment and I loved it. His scent was intoxicating, richly earthy and unlike anyone I'd ever met. Without even realising, like ships in a storm we drifted closer together. Where my chest rested against his, the sparks crackled. I know he feels it too. It can't be just me. His freaking out when that song came on totally threw me. What the hell? I found him outside cursing the sky. The slick, confident mask had slipped leaving behind a hint of vulnerability in those coffee-whirlpool eyes. Rocco’s mind was completely elsewhere and all I could do was watch.Adam, of all people, the bastard who shattered my heart shows up. Of course. All I nee

SELENEOh my good god. Hell fire, oh my days and every other saying there is to possibly use.My imagination had wandered ever since we first met but still. I had never reached the scenario where I was completely naked on my mothers wooden staircase with his head between my legs.We both knew he wasn't done though. This was all building to the main event. He rubbed his huge cock against my entrance and not breaking eye contact gave it the little push it needed to pass my resistance. And oh…my…god.Seeing as sensible Selene was dead in a ditch I couldn't help sitting up, grabbing his ridiculously firm ass and pulling him deeper in. He roared like a lion as inch after inch sunk into me.I moaned too, even after all the foreplay he was a very tight fit. It was a lot to handle but I couldn't get enough. Feeling that full, as stretched and satisfied as possible. He hadn't even started moving yet. I was doomed."Oh god, why the fuck did I even bother with huma

SELENEIf Troy hadn’t been missing, I would have driven away before the sun even came up. When I couldn’t track him down a mild freak-out erupted until I realised the idiot had left his phone under my pillow.The only good thing about throwing my guts up outside the town hall like a failed teenage rebel was that it helped me get sober quicker. I’d staggered back into the house and felt my wolf wince in pain at the fact the hallway still smelt of Rocco. It had been a few hours since we parted but that earthy rich scent, the one that seemed to curl up deep within my core and warm me, lingered like smoke. I snapped at my wolf to back off, horny little beast wanted me to head out there and find him. We’ve got bigger issues to fix right now than chasing Rocco down for round two. My wolf sarcastically reminded me it would be round four seeing as Rocco had reduced me to a quivering, panting wreck three times already. Still, I shouldn’t have shot him down like that. I

SELENEIt is amazing how busy you can make yourself when you don't want to think about an issue. Thankfully Pen had given birth to a little boy, she now had two of each. Hopefully that would be the end of Juliens demands on her body. I quickly organised a package of toys for the other children, a big online card from myself and Troy. All filled with the joy for a birth that I knew deep down Pen didn’t want to happen in the first place. Celebrating the birth of an innocent that was forced upon the mother. The thought stuck in my throat as I entered my payment details for the pretend plastic joy I was posting her way. Avoiding thinking about the threat of Jimmy, Marie and Pen's shitty lives back home was exhausting. Above all, Rocco. My dreams were torturous, always ending up naked on those stairs, begging him to do whatever he wanted. My dreams always seemed to end in his dark eyes, glittering in the gloom overwhelming me once more.I also dreamt about the