Ava Sullivan

It had been Betty White's wish to marry an ordinary man. Somehow, she became the mate of a Alpha? He promised to love her forever, dote on her, and cherish her. She believed this should be what happiness looked like until one day he threw a pad of papers at her. "Betty, we should get divorced." She fell from Heaven, her heart breaking into pieces. Five years later, she came back and met him again. No longer alone, she was accompanied by a cute kid. The child looked at the man, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Mommy, this man looks just like me. Is he your baby too?"

Alpha Next Door

I heard the good news that all werewolves who were struck by the plague were healed. I smiled after hearing this and took the injection again. Only this time, it reacted badly to me.

The fire that scorched through my body only moments before has faded, ending as quickly as it had begun, and leaving weak, burnt bones and muscles in its place, making my whole body ache.

This aching sensation has given me back control of my body; I’m not flipping around anymore, but shaking, curled up as tightly as I can manage, whimpering every few seconds, crying and wanting nothing more than to be comfortable in my own skin. This stuff feels like it’s draining my wolf, making her shift and jerk around in my body, fighting to be let free. That thought only increases my tears; oh, God, how can I do another day of this, much less two months?

I’m not screaming mindlessly anymore, and I find that this aching allows me to think again.

Chapter 19