Striving For Our Happiness (On Hold)

Striving For Our Happiness

This is the sequel to Sacrificing My Happiness, For His but you don't have to read the first book though it is advised. This book will be able to stand alone, and it will also be written in third person . I intend to change SMHFH to third when I have time. I won't be updating this story as frequently as my others until they are finished so if you'd like to wait to get started on this one I completely understand. Thanks for your continuing support, you all are the best! 

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Prologue

The party was pumping, the girls were sexy, and Phillip was buzzed. He was also a male werewolf and as virile as they come. His last roll in the hay was a good five hours ago, and he was rearing to go again. He needed to get laid or risk losing his mind. Womanizer was always a word that followed close behind him, but that was okay. In fact, he was proud of the title. His motto, ‘Why settle for just one, when you can have them all?’.

He stalked through the party in search of some relief when he came across a familiar face. It was the redhead that escaped his clutches a few nights ago. She was alone, no sight of the girl who had pulled her away the last time they were together, so he approached her. “Hey there beautiful, remember me?”

Her eyes lit in recognition before she looked around nervously. Was she with someone? He inhaled her scent. He could only make out the slight honeydew fragrance with no hint of a claim on her, so she was free for the taking. She looked up at him and said, “Yeah, Phillip right?”

He smiled, glad she remembered, “Right, I didn’t catch your name though.”

Once again she scanned the crowd before answering, “Heather. My name is Heather.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He was laying it on thick, but the alcohol mixed with his sexual need was pressing him for time and he had to work fast to be sated. “So, you live around here?” He started to make small talk, trying to get her comfortable enough with him that they could sneak off and get to the good stuff.

“Yeah, in town actually.”

This started a ten minute conversation, of which Phillip couldn’t remember half of it. The whole time she was distracted, so in an effort to gain her full attention he suggested they meet outside. Studying her face he could see the indecision written there and was about to call this a bust until something in the distance caught her eye and he found her agreeing. 

“I’ll meet you out back by the tree, I have to stop at the bathroom real quick,” she said turning to walk off.

Her actions were strange, but at least it meant he was about to get some. He loved doing it out in nature like their animals were born to do and felt himself starting to get excited for things to come. He pushed through the dancing people, grabbing an ass or two along the way, and finally ended up at the nearest tree. He leant against it to wait. A few minutes later two figures appeared at the back door of the house. The scent of honeydew told him one of them was his intended lay, the other lighter honey and vanilla scent stirred something within him and brought a sense of familiarity with it.

They seemed to be having a heated discussion, but all he could hope for was that this twosome was about to become a threesome. One pushed the other in his direction then scurried off. Not wanting to risk her dodging him again, he quickly closed the distance between them and sealed their lips together.