The Millennium Wolves

Book 1: Chapter: 02

Mom Dear Sienna. Where are you? Sienna Mom, how many times do I have to tell you Sienna You © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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Sienna Mom Hurry home! Mom Your sister is here. Mom She brought Jeremy. Mom You know what

that means... Mom FRESH GOSSIP Sienna ...cool? Sienna I‘ll be back soon Mom Great. Love, Mom.

Sienna You don‘t get to decide when and where the Haze hits you.

Driving? Better pull over fast or you‘ll cause a fifty–car pileup

At work? Punch the clock and run for the hills or you and your boss may become a lot m ore than

colleagues.

As I sat down to dinner, I prayed it wouldn‘t hit me while I was with my family— the worst possible

place, in my mind. As I helped set the table and served a plate

of homemade lasagna to Selene, I eyed the back door, in case I had to make an impro mptu escape.

I sat down to eat with the whole family, who were already in the middle of a lively conver sation.

“What is it, Jeremy?” my mom said, nodding to my sister‘s mate. “You‘ve barely said a word since you

walked in. How‘s work?”

“You don‘t have to answer that, counselor,” Selene said, shooting Mom an amused glar e.

“Well”—Jeremy laughed—

“if you‘re asking for gossip about our leadership, Melissa, you know I can‘t divulge that k ind of

information.‘

“Not even a nod to confirm or deny?”

“Mom,” Selene said. “He‘s the Pack‘s head lawyer. His job is to keep their secrets.”

“But…” Mom sighed. “I don‘t need to know anything of consequence. Just a little chatter

. Like... is it true that our Alpha and Jocelyn are no longer an item and now she‘s dating his beta,

Josh?”

“Mom,” Selene and I said in unison.

Jeremy grinned. “I plead the fifth.”

“Oh, you‘re no fun, any of you.”

The woman acted more like a teenager than both of her daughters combined. But we lo ved her more

for it. Most of the time.

“You could ask me about my work, you know,” Selene said.

“I did, didn‘t I?” she asked through a mouthful of lasagna. “I‘m sure I did.”

Selene rolled her eyes. Mom had always wanted Selene to pursue a more stable career . Fashion, my

mother thought, wasn‘t an occupation. It was a hobby.

“One day, something‘s in, the next something‘s out,” she would say. “That‘s true with clo thes and the

whole industry, Selene! Think long–term.”

Well, now Selene had succeeded, proving years of mother‘s advice wrong, and was acti vely working

at one of the top fashion design firms in the city.

But Selene always let

Mom‘s insults roll right off her shoulders. On every level, she was the prettier, smarter, more successful

version of me.

Whenever I said this out loud, which I did

–often–Selene would shove me gently and just say, “You‘re still young, Si. Give it time.”

But when it came to my dreams, to my future career as the world‘s greatest artist, I‘d ne ver been

patient. One day I was going to open my own gallery

One day soon, I promised myself. I didn‘t care what Mom said. Selene had proven that she wasn‘t right

about everything.

“That‘s all right, Mom,” Selene said, changing the subject. “Gossip‘s more interesting an yway.

Speaking of which....”

Selene‘s eyes flicked to me. I gave her a silent head shake. Dont.

“Any idea who might be your partner for the season, Si?”

“Ooooh, yes,” Mom said, turning to me. “What, or should I say, who is on the menu this year?”

“A she–wolf never reveals her secrets,” I said, playing coy.

For a second, my family actually seemed like they would move on.

I had a way of doing that— steering conversations, taking control, keeping the attention on anyone but

me. Althoug h I was the youngest, I had always had that authoritative ability.

But my mother caught herself.

“There she goes again,” Mom said, shaking her head. “Our little dominant always makin g us submit to

her whims. C‘mon, Si.

Tell us. Is there a boy?”

“Some of us like to keep our private lives private, Mom,” I said.

Mom shrugged. “There‘s nothing to hide. G I know your father is certainly looking forwar d to this year‘s

Haze, aren‘t you, darling?”

“I‘m counting the seconds,” Dad said, holding up his glass of wine, smiling mischievousl y

“Guys. PLEASE. So gross.”

It was gross, sure. But that wasn‘t the reason it bothered me so much. My mom had always been a

sexually liberated creature. No, what I didn‘t like was the lying.

When I said my virginity was my secret, I meant it. Not even my mom knew.

Which was weird because we had always been so open with each other about everythin g. She‘d never

kept the truth from me.

Not about how she met Dad, who was a human. Not about how the two of them had thei r one and only

daughter, Selene. And certainly not about how they found me.

They‘re not actually my biological parents.

I was discovered in an abandoned carriage outside the hospital where my mom worked. Not that it

mattered, Mom had always said.

I was about to change the subject to anything, anything other than the Haze when it hap pened.

I froze. A slow, pulsing molten heat ignited within my core, making my body feel as if it were on fire.

Breathing became impossible, sweat covered every inch of my skin, and before I could resist, the seam

of my jeans pressed tight into my groin.

I quivered with sudden, unbearable longing.

FUCK

A harsh gasp left my mouth before I could stop it, and when I opened my eyes, which I c ouldn‘t

remember closing, I saw that everyone else in the dining room had the same rea ction as me.

No, no, no

Not here.

Not around family

The way my sister stared at Jeremy. The way my mom rose out of her seat, leaning tow ards my dad.

I couldn‘t bear it. I ran from the room as fast as my feet could take me.

The kitchen.

The hallway.

The front door.

) And out into the cool night where I collapsed upon my knees.

The Haze crawled through my body like a venomous snake. My nipples hardened and my stomach

shuddered, tightening with sexual need

My throat was clogged and I fought to breathe. Even in the windy night, my clothes stuc k to my skin. I

wanted them off.

I wanted someone‘s hands on my breasts, my belly, on my sex...

Oh, God. The Haze had never been this strong

It was probably an accumulation of every sexual need and frustration I‘d repressed thro ughout the past

three Seasons.

I should‘ve expected that. Of course, this was going to happen. What had I been thinkin g? I wasn‘t.

And now I was paying the price.

I looked behind me at my home, a place where I‘d normally find safety and comfort. But not right now.

No way. My parents were probably already making the most of the Haze.

The idea of

Selene and Jeremy wasn‘t much better. But they acted more like people, less like wolve s respecting

boundaries, privacy, societal norms.

They‘d probably make it back to their apartment downtown before they finally acted upo n the urge.

I put them all out of my mind and ran for the trail toward the woods.

I passed humans, totally oblivious, minding their own business, and some wolves who w ere, like me,

in the first stage of the Haze and trying to catch their bearings.

Easier for them. They weren‘t virgins. They‘d had lots of sex during past seasons. Not me. I was hazed

out of my goddamned mind.

At the entrance of the woods, I stripped. I didn’t care if someone saw me. I needed to sh ift.

Right here.

Right now.

Normally, I was in complete control when I shifted, but not when the Haze was taking ov er. No. I

couldn‘t stay in this human form any longer

I closed my eyes and felt the bliss of shifting.

Usually, I would feel every bit of the change: the limbs stretching, the muscles tensing, the body

growing tall, the red fur, matching my human hair, that sprouted from my skin. Covering me whole.

But not now. Now, I felt nothing but the

Haze.

I breathed and my voice was a growl. My fingers, now charcoal– black claws. Through the eyes of a

wolf, everything was more aggressive, more violent.

Especially now. When the Haze was just beginning

Now in my full wolf shape, I raced deep into the woods.

The cold wind blew over my fur, the hard ground was moist under my paws, and the sce nts of the

woods filled my nose.

Howls resounded in the woods. The unmated kind. The kind who were looking for a part ner.

I cursed inwardly. In my Haze, I‘d forgotten to think of the implications,

Going into the woods at the beginning of the season was like begging to be fucked. The se woods were

like a college bar. All thirst and stupid impulses.

Any second now, a wolf was going to get a sniff of my scent and recognize I had no attachment. They

would stalk me until I i yielded. M ore than one, I was sure of it.

A game, a challenge, for who could win the unpartnered she–wolf first.

Even if my body begged to differ, I wouldn‘t give in so easily. These wolves could have as much sex as

they wan ted. I wasn‘t judging.

But I was waiting

Waiting for that moment, that instant, that sudden indescribable look of recognition when two weres

make eye contact and know that they‘re mates for life.

I couldn‘t wait for that to happen to me.

But out here in the woods at the start of the Haze? It was unlikely, to say the least.

I became hyper–aware of the male wolves, their every movement, their scent.

I ran brazenly, releasing pheromones into the air, luring them closer. And soon I knew th ey would have

me cornered.

Five of them. All hungry male wolves.

My body liked it. Oh, did it ever.

For a second, I wondered if this would be the year.

Would I finally cave? Would I give into these five males, taking them all at once? Would I finally lose my

virginity, right here, right now in the middle of the forest?

As the Haze took over and all my desires to wait for my mate began to melt away, I asked myself, what

was stoppin g me? Honestly? I wanted it.

Or did I?