Jaden and her stepbrother, Kade, aren't looking forward to their vacation together. Jaden hasn't presented yet, but she suspects she's an omega. It's her birthday, and she doesn't understand why she has to spend it with Kade, her stepbrother, who's an alpha, in a cabin in the mountains. © 2024 by Stacey Marriott All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is coincidental and is not intended by the author.

𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, divinity is a wretched fate. Dreary Forks is a cramped town beneath a near constant overcast sky, enshrouded in evergreen. Like every small town, Forks is rife with gossip. Most children's grandparents grandparents had been schoolmates after all, so it seemed only just for everybody to know everyone's business. Perhaps, that is why the Cullen's held such a vicelike grip over the people of quaint Forks. Zachary seemed immune, and technically, he still is. After all, Rosalie Hale gained his attention for all the wrong reasons. She was entitled, and she made him grit his teeth as he heard her bite insults about his clumsy, endearing cousin. Zachary Todd didn't drool and cherish her, but he certainly noticed her. He observed a girl with a lot to give, but so much taken and that's likely why Zachary couldn't be bitter for all that long. [male oc x rosalie hale] [partial au] [twilight - twilight: breaking dawn, part 2] [book one; on-going; slow updates; stand-alone]

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION