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Not your typical werewolf romance story.  Let's un-cliché the cliché. Enjoy ❤

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EXCERPT FROM BOOK I [PREVIEW ONLY]

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Chapter 1 — EXCERPT

× 2:42AM ×

Jenson shifted on the bed to take a look at the woman beside him. She was so quiet. It struck him as odd that she stayed in bed with him all night. While his thoughts raced, he patiently waited.

She seemed relaxed now. Her lean shoulders had stopped trembling.

Was she done crying? Probably. The thought momentarily relieved him of some guilt. He moved closer and looped his arm around her small waist.

She flinched, but then she pulled the covers over them. Her porcelain-smooth skin felt a bit warm, but he sensed she was still feeling cold, so he drew her nearer.

He had to dare himself to talk to her again, considering the hot mess that just happened. Desperate to hear her voice again, he lightly kissed her shoulder to try to wheedle her into a conversation.

She ignored him. For a minute or two, he just watched her stare at something on the wall. She must be trying to forget or rationalize what just happened.

The disappointment turned into immediate regret. Jenson sighed to himself. Although intoxicated, he was fully aware of what he just did to her.

If someone had filmed it the whole time, he would know exactly when one part led to the other, and how he had drunkenly but deliberately coaxed her into it. To begin with, he wasn’t even that drunk last night to use it as an excuse. Even now he could easily narrate how everything happened.

He didn’t expect it to go this far. Neither did she expect any of it—at least that much he knew.

The complete silence in the room dragged on for another minute. Her back was to him, while her damp hair remained slightly tousled. Jessi kept so still he thought she had dozed off. In the dark, her skin looked as flawless and soft as the pillows, and he almost cussed out loud for wanting to make love to her again.

He would probably kill himself in the morning. If he woke up from this mess, that is.

Problem was: he didn't feel like this was a mess. Not at all. Not one bit.

Maybe it was the decade-old whiskey, and then the best ice cold beer he'd had afterwards. Alcohol. Yep. Sure. Pretty good excuse.

However, at the moment, with Jessi just inches away from him and with the way her hair smelled, the painful memories lingered in his mind. He couldn't help but recall the many times she avoided him in the past weeks. He hadn't hung out with her in a while, and it felt like torture. Pure, harsh, mental and emotional torture.

But now that he'd finally had the chance to spend time with her again, he could only think of how natural it felt to be in this bed with her.

It was so wrong—but right now, everything just seemed…dreamlike. It just felt right.

To him, at least. He felt like this had to happen. Or else they wouldn't have known they could break the wall. The fucking wall. The barrier that seemed to be too stiff. Always kept him at a safe, neutral distance for as long as he could remember.

Her gentle touch brought him back to the present almost immediately.

Jenson sat up quickly, realizing she had removed his arm around her. He watched as Jessi moved closer to the edge of the bed. Then he heard her heave a sigh.

Still nude, Jenson scowled and got off of the bed to find something thick to cover both of them up.

Bathroom. Right. Towel. Robe.

He inspected the cabinet beside the sink. In seconds, he grabbed two robes, both clean and thick. He was about to step back inside the bedroom when he felt like he needed a splash of freezing cold water to snap himself out of it. He couldn't show her he was having a hard time dealing with it all. He had to keep up the cool and calm façade.

He washed his face, uttered a quick prayer under his breath, and then stared at himself in the mirror. He stayed rooted there for a moment.