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When Regina Anderson transfers to the secluded and strangely charming Lunebourne University, she expects new classes, awkward icebreakers, and maybe the occasional campus crush. What she doesn't expect—is Connor.

Charming, sharp-tongued, and just mysterious enough to keep her guessing, Connor is everything she shouldn’t want… and everything she can’t look away from. Their situationship begins like any other college flirtation—eye contact, late-night texts, an accidental touch too many—but something darker hides beneath his smirk and silence.

Then comes the full moon.
Then comes the golden eyes.
Then comes the truth: Connor isn’t just emotionally unavailable. He’s biologically… impossible.

As Regina is drawn deeper into his world—and her own spiraling heart—she must decide: is he the love of her life, her biggest mistake… or something far more dangerous?

A story of late-night dances, buried secrets, and the monsters we choose to love, My Situationship is a Werewolf? is a paranormal coming-of-heart tale about growing up, letting go, and falling for someone who might just bite.

Fated to Love a Werewolf: The Luna Who Loved Twice

Connor lay on the narrow bed, one arm draped across his forehead, staring up at the ceiling as if it held answers he couldn't ask out loud. There were cracks on the wall that reminded him of constellations—if he squinted hard enough, he could pretend they meant something.

A street musician played accordion near the metro. Two women laughed loudly in French outside the café below. A Vespa zipped by.

Inside, the air was still. Heavy. Like he wasn't living in Paris—he was hiding in it.

On the desk by the window sat a folded photograph. He hadn't meant to bring it, but in the rush of packing, it had ended up between the pages of a book she once lent him. Maybe the universe was cruel like that.

The corners of the photo were curled now, soft from over-handling.

Caught mid-laugh, eyes squeezed shut, nose scrunched, braid tumbling over her shoulder. She looked so alive in it. He could almost hear her voice. The teasing. The way she'd say his name like it was both a joke and a question.

She'd made fun of him that day—for not knowing how to open a soda bottle. He'd faked a dramatic faint on the bench. She laughed so hard she nearly fell over. He remembered thinking, If I could freeze time, I'd freeze it here.

Around his wrist, the blue bracelet she'd made for him still clung tightly—simple, handwoven, a little faded at the knots. He never took it off. Not through customs. Not during class. Not even in the shower. It was the last thing she touched. A leftover trace of something too tender to throw away.

Some nights, he replayed her voice in his head.

Some nights, he played Here Comes the Sun on repeat until he fell asleep.

Like if he listened hard enough, she'd hear it too. Across time zones. Across whatever they were now.

Mandy: She's with Julian now. I saw them at the library. Holding hands.

Instead, he reached for the old-school photo album tucked under his bed. Real prints. The kind you couldn't delete.

Their first photo booth strip. A blurry selfie after their midnight walk. Her handwriting: "You look like a grumpy wolf in this one 🐺"

He exhaled slowly. Closed the album.

"She's happy," he told the room, voice flat. "That's what matters, right?"

And somewhere under his ribs, something broke a little deeper.

He turned toward the wall and whispered to the darkness:

"I still love her."

"I want to go home."

Chapter 22 :Photos, Bracelets and You are with Him