Promise Me This [Werewolf BoyxBoy]

Promise Me This [Werewolf BoyxBoy]

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***** Words that I didn’t even know I knew began to bubble from my chest like a mantra, over and over again as I carefully cradled Danny to me. The scarf that he was wearing, the same color as his eyes, was moved aside to expose pale flesh. I pressed a kiss to it, and Danny whimpered. “Kieran! What are you doing!?” My father’s voice. The alpha. I looked up, slightly impatient, as he and a few of the other pack leaders quickly approached. It broke the mantra, but not for long. Nothing would stop me from doing this, not even my own blood. Especially when there was a tinge of fear in my leader’s voice. “Saving him.” And then I bit him. ***** Nothing in life goes as planned. It's a fact that Kieran Night and Danny Samuels know well. One has just lost everything he knew and moved across the country, and the other is an heir trying to get ready for a war. They figure that nothing else can shake them. And then they meet each other.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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