WOLFLESS: Accidentally Marked By The Devil's Son
Full lips brushed mine, slow at first, then deeper, hotter. His hands slid down my arms, steady with possessiveness. My whole body trembled with something sharp and new. Heat pooled low in my belly until I thought I'd burn alive. Moans flew out of my lips as I tugged his hair, gasping his name. "Aleric..." SPLASH. Ice water crashed over me, shooting me upright with a strangled cry. Nothing says Good morning, sunshine, quite like a bucket of liquid frost and a case of mild hypothermia. My thin nightdress clung to every inch of my malnourished frame as my breath came in ragged bursts, my pulse thundering in my ears. It wasn't just the cold. Every nerve in my body was aching. Aleric. Oh, Goddess. I pressed a shaking hand to my lips. I'd dreamed about him. Aleric Blackthorne. The Alpha's son. My ex–best friend. My first crush. The boy who hadn't looked at me in years, except with pity. Or worse… hatred. We used to sneak out into the woods together, pretending the pack rules didn't exist. Fuck me. Of all the people my subconscious could have picked for a starring role, it chose the one guy who treats me like a particularly offensive smudge on his shoe. My brain really is out to get me. "You slut." Mother's voice cut sharper than the water. She stood with the bucket dripping in her hand, eyes sweeping over me like I was filth. Her nostrils flared slightly, but if she smelled something… she didn't name it. Instead, her lip curled as she spat again. "You disgusting slut!" Ah, the morning pep talk. Truly, the breakfast of champions. Despite my unbothered mind, I still moved my eyes everywhere but hers. Did she hear me moaning his name? No, no. My body felt wrong, tingling everywhere the dream had touched me. "I...I wasn't...." I yanked my thin blanket around me, shielding myself from her accusing eyes. "I have no time for this. Just get up, it's four o'clock. Breakfast won't cook itself. And your father expects the our wing spotless before he returns from
