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2,585,823	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585819}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	🔞🔥Click To Read On👉👉👉	❤️‍🔥“You’re mine. Your body, your soul, your mind—everything. Also, we’re still young, so let’s make more babies.” -------------------------------------------------- UNEXPECTED HEAT “What is that smell?” a student said, his nose twitching as he scented the air. He wasn’t the only one. A low murmur quickly spread through the lecture room as other students sniffed the air, trying to trace the source of the scent as well, creating a small commotion. “Fuck, someone is in heat,” a male student was finally able to detect the sweet, alluring smell. His eyes glowed amber, his wolf close to coming out to the surface. It was no secret that a female’s heat drove the males crazy, and right now, he clenched his fists, fighting to keep control as his wolf threatened to take over. He couldn't lose control, not when there were humans in there. A female student stood up abruptly, unable to take it anymore. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she scanned the room. “Who is it? Who the fuck is responsible for this?!” she thundered. Yet there was nothing but silence. “Tisha, sit down,” the deep, gravelly voice of the lecturer echoed through the room, the authority in the words giving her no other option but to obey. Tisha sat down begrudgingly, muttering curses under her breath. The only reason she had spoken up was because of the fear that her boyfriend, who was seated beside her, would fall prey to the seductive pheromones filling the room. Although her glare at him was enough to keep him in check, the tension in his body revealed how much he was struggling. “Silence!” Mr. Alaric commanded, his Alpha authority rolling out in waves and subjecting the room to utter silence. Even though he was Alpha, everyone knew Mr. Alaric was a stern man, and right now, his piercing gaze fell across the room, looking for the culprit. If he was being affected by the heat, he showed no sign of it, his expression completely unreadable. Then he said just three words: “Who is it?” Another round of murmurs rose again, and everyone whispered amongst themselves, especially the humans in the room who exchanged puzzled glances, fascinated yet having no idea about the turmoil unfolding before them. Violet Palmer sat frozen in her seat, drenched in nervous sweat while her hands trembled on her lap. She swore she didn't mean to go into heat in the middle of the classroom; it had taken her by surprise. She did not have the chance to excuse herself either before the first person noticed. She had been in a dilemma, as standing up would identify her as the culprit, and the scent of her heat would spread further. However, sitting down so far and trying to cover it up had not worked out either. And now, she was in trouble with Mr. Alaric involved. Mr. Alaric did not ask a second time, he simply stepped down from the podium and began walking towards the students. The gods help her, Violet prayed, clutching her palms so tightly they turned pale. She wished for some sort of miracle, that her scent wouldn't be discovered, but the gods might as well have abandoned her because her prayers were not answered. The moment she saw Mr. Alaric’s polished black shoes stop in front of her, her heart sank. It was over. She forced herself to look up, meeting his gaze, and forgot how to breathe. His icy blue eyes were unforgiving. “Follow me.” Just those two words, but Violet felt a sense of doom fall over her. Violet’s legs turned to jelly as she stood, her classmates’ stares boring into her back. She could hear the whispers, the disgusted snarls from the female wolves, and the leering looks from the males. “Slut!” someone spat. “What do you expect from a wolfless omega?” another sneered. Like a dam that had burst open, one by one the insults began to flood out, each insult piercing through Violet like a dagger. It would have been a good thing that she escaped the classroom, except Alaric’s towering presence ahead was more terrifying than the hostility behind her. It felt like she had gone from frying pan to fire. In a swift, unexpected move, Mr. Alaric grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall, pinning her in a secluded corner out of sight. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he snarled his face inches from hers. “Were you planning a massacre? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if those hormonal idiots had lost control? And in front of the humans, no less?” Violet whimpered, not just from the harshness of his words but from the crushing weight of his Alpha aura. She couldn’t meet his eyes, the force of his dominance suffocating her. Though he wasn’t her Alpha, as a defect wolf, she felt every ounce of his power bearing down on her. She felt like she was going to die. She didn't mean to do it. Why couldn't anyone believe her? Since the human and werewolf war came to an end, both species decided to coexist. Crescent Ridge University was one of the first experiments, the educational system a crossbreed of humans and wolves, with humans having just a surface-level knowledge of the werewolves they coexist with. However, that peace was still fragile, and what Violet had almost caused would have cast a negative light on the wolves and been a subject of conversation for the humans. “I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Violet whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with fear and shame. Mr. Alaric’s sneer was cold. “Didn’t mean to? As if sorry would cut it. You nearly caused a disaster.” He tightened his grip, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I don’t care how you do it, but you better find a wolf to fuck the heat out of you. Do you think this is a joke? Stop tempting us, you slut.” He released her with a shove, and Violet collapsed to the ground, her body trembling. But under Mr. Alaric’s merciless scrutiny, she scrambled to her feet, swallowing her tears. Mr. Alaric adjusted his collar, regaining his composure. “You’re banned from my class, and I don’t want to see you on campus until you’ve sorted out your... problem.” He cast one last, contemptuous glance at her. “Slut.” And with that, he left her alone, heading back to the classroom without a backward glance. One would think with all the advancement, there would be changes in wolf society, but nothing had changed so far as Omegas and wolfless deviants were still treated as lesser beings, branded as sluts and whores without a second thought. And those words had never hurt more than they did now. Violet stumbled blindly away, tears streaming down her face. She had to get out of there. She needed to be away from everyone before some wolf lost control and forced himself on her. Violet had a feeling no one would help her, if anything but to prove that she was the slut they made her to be. But as she fled, she crashed into someone. “Hey, slow down—” The stranger’s words cut off as their eyes met. Time seemed to stop, the world around them fading into nothing. He was handsome—breathtakingly so—and Violet had seen plenty of attractive wolves. But this one? He stole the air from her lungs. Except that admiration lasted for a second. His eyes flashed yellow, and he inhaled deeply. “You smell... divine.” That was all the cue Violet needed. She jerked back, panic filling her. Without thinking, she tore free from his grasp and ran as if her life depended on it. “Hey, wait!” he shouted and would have gone after her if not for the fact that a class ended and the students came out in droves, separating them. Students filled the hallway, and Violet could spot the werewolves who noticed her scent and were drunk on it, prompting her to run faster, running into people in the process and taking off without an apology. She finally made it to the parking lot, gasping for breath, when Aria, her older sister, found her. “There you are!” Aria grabbed Violet’s arm roughly, yanking her forward. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit you’ve caused today?” she hissed. Violet didn’t bother arguing. She was too tired, too scared, and the reality of her situation was sinking in. Aria dragged her toward a waiting car where Seth, Aria’s boyfriend, stood leaning against the hood. “There you—” Seth’s sentence cut off, and his nostrils flared. His eyes darkened as he inhaled Violet’s scent. Aria’s glare kept him in check. “Keep your shit together,” she warned, shoving Violet into the back seat. Seth blinked, snapping out of it, but Violet caught the lingering, predatory look in his eyes. And it was not the first time. Aria did not notice, or else she would have taken the frustration out on her. She walked to the front seat and sat down, while Violet sat alone in the back seat. The ride home was tense, the silence heavy and suffocating. Violet kept to herself, trying not to move or make a sound, terrified that her scent might provoke Seth further. She was very much aware that Aria’s presence was the only thing stopping Seth from pouncing on her, and she was somewhat grateful for it. They arrived in no time, and Violet knew things were serious when Aria didn't tongue-eat her boyfriend in the name of a kiss as usual. Instead, she grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the house. Violet’s stomach dropped when she saw their parents waiting inside. “You idiot!” Her mother’s hand met her face before Violet could even step through the door, the sting of the slap leaving her cheek burning. Her mother’s voice was full of fury and disappointment. “Do you have any idea the shame you’ve brought on this family “M-mom…” Violet stammered, clutching her cheek, tears blurring her vision. “Get upstairs. I don’t want to see your face!” Violet looked towards her father to see if he would interfere, but he wouldn't even look at her. He never fought for her. Not for once. Violet ran up the stairs with her vision clouded by tears, barely registering her mother’s final shout. “And don’t you dare come down until your heat is over, you fool!” MARRY A FIFTY-YEAR-OLD MATELESS ALPHA Everyone was gone by the time Violet woke up the next morning. She had locked herself in the room throughout the rest of the day and cried herself to sleep at night. But now, she was famished. Arriving at the kitchen, Violet discovered the pots were scraped clean. If her mom had cooked for the family, it was finished. But it didn't matter, it wasn't the first time anyway. Hence, Violet grabbed both fridge handles and pulled them open, expecting to find something to scramble into a meal. But to her shock, the fridge was clean. There were no vegetables, meat, not even milk or soda. There was just water. Just water. “No, no, no….” A sudden dread overcame Violet as she rushed and pulled the cabinets open, trying to find even any cereal to munch on, but not one of them housed the box of cereal she knew was always kept there. It was swept clean. There was nothing for her to eat or snack on. Violet slid to the ground, devastated. This was it. They were punishing her. They were starving her. The tears came down before Violet could control them. What had she done so wrong? She had not intended for her heat to go off in public. She didn't even have any control over that, why couldn't anyone understand her? Recalling all the maltreatment she had experienced so far only made the tears flow faster. The only wrong she had done was being born wolfless. If only she hadn't been born, she wouldn't be suffering this much. A sudden knock at the door startled Violet from her self-loathing, nearly jumping from the suddenness. Was it her parents? Were they back? It was strange; they didn't come back at this time unless it was an emergency or they had a change of heart about starving her. With that little hope, Violet wiped the tears off her face, composing herself. Her mother hated it when she cried. "Are you trying to elicit pity or trying to prove to the pack that we are maltreating you?" She would usually say with that frown on her face. She never frowned at Aria, though, her favorite daughter. The knock came a second time, impatient and loud. “I’m coming!” Violet shouted as she made her way over to the door and pulled it open, the hopeful expression on her face falling at once. It was not her parents. “Seth...” Violet swallowed, “what are you doing here?” He let out that charming smile that should have left her flustered; instead, her stomach dropped. Violet could see why Aria kept Seth around. Seth was handsome with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples that most women loved. But not Violet, not with the multitude of times she had seen the sleazebag checking her out. He creeped her out. And right now, he was standing at her doorstep. When no one was around. On other days, Violet wouldn’t be concerned about him, but not when she was in her heat. She knew what the heat did to even the most ironclad male, not to mention someone like him. “Seth, what are you doing here?” “I got something for Aria,” he lifted a plastic bag, “we were supposed to have breakfast together.” “Well, she’s not home. You can come back at a later time.” Violet was about to slam the door in his face, only for him to reach out and grab the door. “What are you doing?” Violet frowned when he took a step closer to her. “I’ll wait for her to return,” he smirked. Violet didn’t even have a chance to object when he forced himself inside and walked into the living room. Fuck this. She slammed the door and went in after him. Seth had made himself comfortable on the couch, legs crossed. He had made himself comfortable as if he was at home. The plastic bag was beside him, and the smell of food wafted into her nose, making her stomach let out a rebellious growl. He lifted a brow. “What was that sound?” “None of your business,” Violet said, heading in the direction of the stairs when Seth added immediately, “You could have some.” Violet narrowed her eyes. “You said it was for you and Aria?” “At this rate, it will go cold.” He lifted one of the plastic bags that should belong to her sister toward her. “Come on, you should have it.” The suspicion didn’t ebb one bit. She could tell Seth was up to something; she just didn’t know his endgame here. “I can have it for free?” she emphasized the word, ‘free.’ He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you think of me, but I’m not a douchebag.” Maybe she was thinking too much. Violet walked back and accepted the food. She sat across from him and began to uncover the package. Violet had considered going upstairs, but she assumed it was rude to leave Seth here all by himself. Someone had to keep an eye on him. Whether it was intentional or not, Violet didn’t care that Seth had bought her favorite food, feasting on the fried rice. She was starving. While she had no wolf, her metabolism was still different from a human’s, and she needed the fuel. “Whoa, you must be really hungry,” Seth chuckled. “Here, you can have mine as well.” Violet was so invested in the food she didn’t have much to say when Seth made his way over to her side of the couch, handing her his food. Perhaps, it was because of his unsettling stare or his strange proximity, but Violet didn’t enjoy the meal as much as she did the first one. “I think I’m full,” she gave up, setting the food container down. There was a bit of rice and chicken left, which was why she apologized. “I am so sorry for that.” Seth smiled. “Don’t worry, you have nothing to apologize for.” He reached out and rubbed his thumb across her lips. For a moment, Violet froze, having no idea what to make of what just happened until Seth showed her the piece of rice that had been there. “Urm, thanks, I guess?” Violet said awkwardly. She was uncomfortable now and stood to leave, only for Seth to pull her back down on the couch and crush his lips to hers. It took Violet about a minute for her brain to register what was happening. Seth, her sister's boyfriend, was kissing her. Oh fuck. Violet tried to resist, but Seth was stronger, and he took that chance to force his tongue into her mouth. Violet wanted to resist, but the familiar warmth of her heat was sinking in, compelling her to give in and let this willing male satisfy her. It would solve all her problems. But as tempting as the offer was, Violet couldn’t let that happen. With great strength, she pushed Seth away and slapped him across the face. She stood up. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Seth stood up as well, and the fact that he towered over her and could easily overpower her made Violet realize she was in a fucked-up situation. “Oh please, just admit it, Violet.” “What?” “You need me,” he said without shame. “I know you enjoyed that.” Anger flared inside her. “You violated me, Seth. You kissed me without permission!” “But your body liked it, didn’t it?” he said smugly. “That was my body's biological response, you moron! What makes you think I liked that?” “You don’t need to like me to do it. All you need is for me to simply fuck the heat out of you.” Violet had never been more disgusted in her life, and she spat, “Get lost!” She turned to leave, only for Seth to say, "Why don't I give you a taste then, and we’ll know whether you like it." Before Violet knew what was happening, Seth had grabbed her from behind. She screamed as he dropped her on the couch and followed her down immediately. “Get off me, you asshole!” She struggled against him all to no avail. Seth was bigger and stronger. She wanted to dig her hands into his eyes, but he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. Then he pressed her down with all of his weight, making it nearly impossible for her to squirm beneath him. He spread her legs and rubbed himself against her. Instead of pleasure, Violet felt vomit rise to her throat. Great fear gripped Violet at the thought of what was about to happen – the asshole was going to force himself on her. Regret filled her. She should have never let him pass through that door earlier. She should have done everything to push him away. But it was too late for regret now. It wasn’t until Seth was kissing across her neck that a voice said, “What is going on here?” Both of them froze in unison. She hadn’t mistaken the voice. Violet looked up and saw her sister. Violet had seen an angry Aria before, but the dark, stormy look on Aria’s face made her shiver. At once, she and Seth broke apart, and Violet rose to her feet, quickly saying to her sister, “I can explain. Your boyfriend Seth tried to…” That was about as far as Violet could get in her explanation when she felt a ringing sound in her ears. The momentum of the slap was so great that Violet lost her balance, hit her head on the center table, and passed out instantly. When Violet came to, it was to the sound of her parents arguing with Aria. More like they were trying to calm her down. “She tried to seduce Seth with her heat! She tried to sleep with my boyfriend. What kind of sister does that? I don’t care how you do it but get rid of her!” Aria’s shrill voice rang into her ears. What were they talking about? She didn't seduce Seth, he was the one who tried to rpe her. But of course, with Violet passed out, it meant the asshole had all the time to spin his tale and push the blame on her. Violet groaned, feeling a great pain at the back of her head as she tried to push herself up to her feet. “Oh finally, sleeping beauty is awake,” Aria sneered with an ugly look on her face. She then stormed out but not without one last look her mother's way and the secret communication made her stomach turn. Whatever Aria discussed with their mother, Violet had a feeling she was not going to like it. Violet found out she was lying on the couch in the living room. The same couch Seth had tried to force himself on her. It made her stomach turn. Goddess help her. Her mother stood before her, arms folded with the most disappointed look on her face. “Just when I think you couldn't bring any more shame on this family, you only go further.” “M-mother…” she tried to say but the dangerous look on her face cut her off. “Now listen to me.” she said with a stern look, “You’re lucky you have a merciful sister else I would have kicked you out of my house by now. But that doesn't mean I would be indulging you anymore, which is why you’ll be attending that mating ball tomorrow.” The blood drained from Violet’s face. She protested. “But mother, I don't have a —” “A wolf?” she completed it for her. Violet nodded, her throat closing up. It was one thing to have a disability, but it was another thing for your parents to rub it in your face. Her mother bent down and looked her dead in the eyes. “I don't care to know how you do it but make sure to snatch a man, you're good at seduction anyway. Even if it's a fifty-year-old mateless alpha, don't return to this house emptyhanded.” Last Night As A Single Male The air in the office reeked of sex as a couple were entangled together, sweat clinging to their body as they vigorously went at it. "Alpha, have mercy," the female cried out, but the sheer bliss on her face showed no sign of pain. If anything, she reveled in the roughness, savoring the sweet sting as skin slapped against skin. Alpha Xander did not seem to have listened to her plea either. If anything, he was punishing her with each thrust, the desk creaking beneath their weight, matching the intensity of his coitus. She tightened around him, her quick breathing and heightened moans proving that her climax was around the corner. So he increased his thrust, his fingers now digging into her skin as he thrust into her desperate intensity, his grunts filling the air with his muscles tensing. She screamed, falling against the desk as she reached her breaking point. Xander pumped a few times inside of her before coming with a low groan, collapsing on top of her. Quinn smiled beneath him, saying with a ragged breath, “That was an awesome, alpha.” Yet the same couldn't be said for Alpha Xander Wolfgang. He pulled out of her, getting rid of the used condom and pulling up his fly. One would think that with such intense sex, he would have loosened up and relaxed already. But his tensed features seem to say the opposite. Xander seemed to have it worse. He rubbed the back of his head where he felt that unselling crawling feeling as his wolf prowled restlessly inside of him. He has had sex with Quinn uncountable times and his wolf has never objected to it. Yet now, it roared inside of him accusing him of things he couldn't understand. His agitation didn’t go unnoticed. Quinn narrowed her eyes at him. “Xander, are you okay?” she reached for him. And that was a mistake. A dangerous growl tore from Xander's lips and Quinn let out a startled yelp, stepping away from him. There was a wide look in her eyes, having never seen him in this way. The Xander she knew would never lay a hand on her not even when he was in a bad mood. “I’m sorry,” Xander apologized, rubbing his hand down his face,” I don't know what came over me –” “I think I should leave,” Quinn said fearfully, already reaching for her clothes and putting them on as quickly as she could. “You're right. It's best, you leave,” he couldn't agree more. Until he figured out what was going on with him, she couldn't be near him. Xander had a feeling he would have hurt her for real if she had pushed her luck. Xander pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp. As he poured a second glass, he heard the door close with a thud as Quinn left. He couldn't help but collapse into his seat. What was going on with him? As much as he hated to admit it, Xander knew all of this started after he bumped into that strange girl in the university hallway. If he had known beforehand that visiting the university would leave him in such an unsettling situation, he would have never left in the first place. He was Xander Wolfgang, for crying out loud—the alpha of the largest werewolf pack, owner of Wolfgang Enterprises, and the most eligible bachelor in both human and werewolf circles. There was no way he was lusting after some university student in heat. Of course, they had told him. He had asked about her, and his assistant assured him it was nothing to take seriously. It was just an unfortunate incident of an omega accidentally going into heat. Nothing to worry about. Not that the same could be said now. It worried him now. He was close to losing his mind with his wolf restlessness. Unable to stay in the office any longer, he grabbed his coat and decided to head home. Not the pack house, but one of his many apartments scattered across the city. The scent hit him before he saw her the instant he came into the apartment. Seated and waiting for him in the living room was nobody but his only living relative and the one he respected the most. His grandmother. “If Mohammed won’t go to the mountain, the mountain will come to him,” she announced her presence. “I decided to visit since you seem to have forgotten that aside from making money, you have responsibilities as an alpha.” And that was why he avoided going home. “I haven’t forgotten,” Xander replied, feigning casualness. “I’ve just been busy integrating into human society —” “Or avoiding finding your mate?” she interrupted. Xander’s expression hardened instantly, his lips pressing into a thin line. His grandmother, unfazed by his dark look, stood up and wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I can smell that slut you were with. How long are you going to keep up these quick flings instead of putting real effort into finding your mate and giving the pack an heir? You’re not getting any younger, Xander.” “And you think I’m not trying?” he snapped. “I’ve been looking, but it’s not my fault she hasn’t shown up. “Then you’re not looking hard enough!” “Grandmother—” “You’re my only family, Xander. If anything happens to you, the lineage ends. Who will take your place?” Xander groaned, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. “I already told you, I’m not—” “There’s a mating ball tomorrow.” “Okay, but—wait, what?!” Xander’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can’t be serious—” “You either find your mate at the ball or at least a reasonable woman to be Luna, or I will choose for you,” she said with a tone of finality.“And don’t think for a second that I won’t.” “Come on, Grandma, you’re not really forcing me to go to a mating ball, are you?” he asked, trying his luck. Her unsmiling face gave him all the answers he needed. “Damn it, you’re serious.” “The ball is tomorrow, Xander. Find a wife or I’ll find one for you.” Xander Wolfgang stood at the spot, unable to believe what just happened as this grandmother left through the door. It dawned on him, that this was his last night as a single male. Happening Again “Here, you should have this.” Violet lifted her face to see her mother handing her a small medicinal container. She took it and glanced at the label. "Heat inhibitor?" Violet read aloud, surprise etched across her features. The heat inhibitor was a sort of drug females in her condition used to control the intensity of their heat and eliminate the chance of throwing themselves on the closest males that showed an interest in them. It also cloaked their scents so the males wouldn't lose their minds around them. In a word, if Violet had taken one of the pills before her heat, she wouldn't have found herself in that humiliating situation. Her mother sneered. "Do you think I would send you to the mating ball with your heat drawing all the males like moths to a flame? What do you take me for? Why would I do that?" "You've done way worse," Violet wanted to say, the sharp retort on the tip of her tongue. But she knew better and kept quiet, knowing her mother wouldn’t hesitate to hit her if she sassed back. "Come down and eat your meal. You can take the drug afterward. After that, dress up and get ready for the ball," Mrs. Palmer said as if she was giving instructions to a mere servant and not her daughter. Violet responded politely, "Yes, ma." Violet was not permitted to call her by the title of “mother”. It had not been easy at first, but each slip-up was rewarded with a slap on her cheek and she had no choice but to get used to it. "Don’t waste my time. Come down immediately," Mrs. Palmer instructed before heading downstairs. Violet followed her promptly, fearing her mother might change her mind about feeding her. She had been left starving for a whole day before, and she was so hungry right now. Dinner was already served when Violet reached the dining room, but she froze momentarily when she saw her sister seated beside their parents. It seems they had all been waiting for her. The intensity of their stares made Violet wish the ground would open up and swallow her. "What are you standing there for like a fool? Sit down, eat, and be done with it. The ball won’t wait for you," her mother scolded. With her head bowed Violet quickly sat at the table. Thankfully, Aria was seated across from her, so unless she looked up, she wouldn’t have to face her. The meal was one of the most awkward ones Violet had experienced in a while. There was a thick tension in the air, yet everyone ignored it, eating as if they were a normal family. Aria was the first to break the silence. "I’m going to get ready for the ball." Violet’s eyes widened, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, "You’re going to the ball?" Aria raised an arrogant brow. "Is there a reason why I shouldn’t?" Violet swallowed. "No, that’s not it… It’s just… you have a boyfriend and—" "You mean the boyfriend you seduced?" Aria interrupted. Violet's face flushed instantly. It seems no matter what she did, Aria did not forgive her for an offense that was committed by her boyfriend. "Aria, that’s enough," their mother interjected. "Go prepare. You need to look your best. You must find your mate this year." "Yes, Mother." Aria smiled sweetly, but when her eyes met Violet’s, the smile turned venomous. The cruel look on her sister’s face sent a shiver down Violet’s spine, and she cowered in her seat, looking away. Satisfied, Aria stood and left to prepare for the ball, leaving Violet to finish her uncomfortable meal. "Thank you, sir, for the meal. Thank you, ma, for the meal," Violet murmured to her parents, however, neither of them acknowledged her, too engrossed in their private conversation. Violet simply ignored them and went upstairs to prepare. Violet made it to her room only for her door to open suddenly, nearly hitting her in the face. Lo and behold, it was her sister. "What are you doing in my room?" Violet asked suspiciously. Aria never had a good reason to come into her space. For a brief moment, guilt flickered across Aria's face, but she quickly masked it with her usual haughty posture. "Why do you think I’m here? I came to make sure you didn’t steal anything of mine for the ball." Violet pursed her lips. "I wouldn’t steal anything from—" "Like you didn’t steal my boyfriend?" Aria cut her off sharply. Of course, this was what it was about. It was foolish of her to think that Aria would forgive her easily. "I don’t know how many times I have to say this, Aria, but I would never steal your boyfriend. Seth was the one who tried to force himself on me." "Oh please, spare me the excuses," Aria sneered, rolling her eyes. "You think I don’t know how much you envy me? How you wish you were the one Mom and Dad loved? How you wish you had my life?" Violet said nothing, knowing deep down her sister was right. She had always envied her, but only because she wished her parents would show her even a fraction of the love they showered on Aria. She wished they wouldn’t resent her simply because she was wolfless and didn’t meet their expectations. She wished they had a normal family. "So," Aria continued, "don’t ever give me that pathetic excuse again, you whore." She spat the last word before shoving past Violet on her way out. Violet stood frozen, unable to believe what had just happened. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away and went back to her dresser. Disheartened, she poured out two pills from the bottle of heat inhibitors and swallowed them without even glancing at them. She then sat down to apply some light makeup. Her mother wouldn’t settle for anything less than a polished appearance, and Violet had to look presentable, though not enough to overshadow Aria, especially now that her sister was attending the ball. Not that there was much Violet could do to compare. While Aria’s dark, straight hair, bow-shaped lips, and enviable figure drew attention, Violet was tall and scrawny, her only striking feature being her blue eyes inherited from their mother. The few people who had dared to complement the wolfless freak said it was beautiful like the clear blue sky. But if she and Aria stood side by side, it was clear which of them would be chosen by any man. Violet chose the only good dress she had, a simple blue gown that modestly accentuated her almost invisible curves. When she descended the stairs, her jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Aria’s dress. It clung to her like a second skin, with a daringly high slit in the middle. If anyone saw the two of them together, they wouldn’t even believe they were sisters. Everything about them was different. "Get in the car," their mother said coldly, not even glancing at Violet’s appearance, despite gushing over Aria earlier. Violet was used to the favoritism, but it still didn’t stop the bitter tears that stung her eyes. She held them back as she climbed into the car. It was as if Violet didn’t exist during the ride. While Aria and her mother chatted in the backseat, Violet sat in silence with the driver. Two hours later, they arrived at the venue. As Violet stepped out of the car, her mother grabbed her arm, her nails digging into her skin and nearly drawing blood. "Make sure you secure a husband by the end of this ceremony, or don’t bother coming back home." Violet stumbled as her mother shoved her away before getting back in the car and driving off with Aria. The driver would not come back for them, not when they were expected to find a mate –in Aria's case. For her, she had to find some old mateless, and desperate wolf to settle down with. Even if Aria were to fail to catch a mate tonight, all she had to do was to place and the driver would come back for her. For her? She was hopeless. By the time they arrived, the party was already in full swing, with young unmated werewolves mingling. "Aria, over here!" Her friends waved her over, and Aria left Violet without a second thought. Violet didn’t follow. Aria had made it clear many times that Violet wasn’t welcome around her friends. Even the pack members treated her like an outcast, some visibly wrinkling their noses at the sight of her. Violet wandered aimlessly, trying to find someone to talk to, knowing her future depended on securing a mate tonight. But just as she gathered her courage, her heat flared up with sudden intensity. She groaned, clutching her stomach and bending over in pain. What was happening? As if on cue, the atmosphere shifted. All the males in the vicinity began sniffing the air, their noses twitching as they picked up her scent. The blood drained from her face. It was as if the nightmare at the university days ago was happening all over again. Oh no. What Has She Done? “Move out of the way!” Violet shrieked as she pushed through the crowd, shoving people aside as she hurried to escape before things escalated. “Hey! Watch it!” some of the unfortunate guests caught in the commotion shouted, exasperated at her rude behavior. But Violet wasn’t listening, nor did she look back, her mind focused on one thing—getting the heck out of there. However, the entrance seemed impossibly far away, and with the crowd of people blocking her path, it felt like an impossible task to get away before every male in the room lost their mind and came after her. Violet was in a panic, and then, from the corner of her eye, she saw someone stepping out of the restroom. Instantly, she headed there without a second thought, her entire body trembling as she locked the door behind her. The latch clicked into place, and her legs gave way as she sank to the cold tile floor. Her breath was ragged and she pressed her face against the cool tiles, which provided some relief from the searing heat surging through her veins. By the gods, what was happening to her? Her heat had never been this intense. No, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. It was unbearable. It was like fire spreading beneath her skin, the heat increasing with every breath she took. Immediately, Violet reached for her purse and pulled out the medicine. Perhaps she hadn’t taken enough, she thought, as she poured the tablets into her palm. Just as she was about to take them, she noticed something. The tablets looked different as if a different tablet had been mixed in. A cold shiver washed over her as she realized what had happened. Aria. It could only be her. Violet recalled Aria stepping out of her room earlier. She must have tampered with her medicine during that time. The gods help her. Violet had found it strange that Aria hadn’t pushed her boyfriend’s issue further, but it had all been part of her plan. This was Aria’s revenge—she wanted to disgrace her at the mating ball. Frantically, Violet tried to separate the real medicine from whatever Aria had mixed in, but the heat flared up so violently that it stole her breath, and the pills scattered across the floor, slipping from her trembling hands. The gods help her. It was too much. Her skin burned with sensitivity, like a thousand bugs crawling across her body, and she wanted to scratch herself raw. But it wasn’t an itch she could scratch away, at least not in the literal sense. Every nerve in her body screamed, the unbearable ache spreading from her core and radiating outward, leaving her drenched in sweat. She clutched her abdomen, her nails digging into her skin as she tried to suppress the overwhelming need that clawed at her insides, but it was futile. A low, moan escaped her lips, her muscles tightening under the agonizing heat. Her eyes stung with tears, not just from the torment she was enduring but from the knowledge that her sister had been heartless enough to reduce her to this. The humiliation was too much, knowing she had no control over herself. She was trapped, imprisoned in her own body by the drugs coursing through her veins. Violet prided herself on her ironclad self-control, but she knew at that moment that she was fighting a losing battle. The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and even pressing her thighs together did nothing to ease the torment. The hunger was consuming her from within, filling and drowning her in sensations she didn’t want but couldn’t fight. Violet knew the moment she lost the battle. Why was she even fighting this? It wasn’t like she was saving herself for someone special, for her mate. She was wolfless, there was no mate for her. Why couldn’t she give in? Everyone thought she was a slut anyway, so what good had fighting her desire ever done for her? She needed help. She needed someone to help her through the heat. She needed someone who could fuck the heat out of her. Violet smiled wryly, recalling those crude words from her lecturer. And with that one thought consuming her, she went in search of a male. Violet wasn’t thinking straight anymore. The world around her seemed to swirl, and she stumbled as she made her way through the crowd. It was no wonder she collided with a hard chest, nearly falling back from the impact. “Easy there, little one,” a deep masculine voice chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist to steady her. Violet slumped against him, her face buried in his chest. He smelled so good, and she inhaled deeply, savoring his scent, a rich, earthy blend of pine and cedarwood, with a hint of dark amber and danger. It made her heat flare even further, and a small whimper escaped her lips. “Help me,” she begged him. “What?” “Help me, I’m in pain. Make it go away, please,” she pleaded again, nearly grinding against him. Her mind was muddled, and all she could think about was him taking her. She wanted him, desperately. Violet wasn’t even looking at the man’s face, so she didn’t see the way his features hardened with determination. His mind was made up. “As you wish, little one.” Her world blurred as he picked her up, carrying her bridal style to God knows where. To be honest, everything that happened next was a blur. All Violet knew was that they barely made it to some room before she lost control and kissed him. He groaned, and the next second, his hand tangled in her hair as he deepened and dominated the kiss. The gods help her. Was this what she had been missing? The need inside her seemed to encourage the moment, and Violet surrendered to it fully. She had never felt anything like this before, and she kissed him back with equal intensity. Nothing else mattered except the feel of his lips on hers. But the desire raged inside her, and Violet had no time for more foreplay. They tore at each other’s clothes, and soon her back hit the bed, his irresistible body pinning her down. Violet lost count of how many times she came that night. He took her so thoroughly that she couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began. All she knew was that he made sure she was completely exhausted before they collapsed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms. *** Violet woke with a groan. It felt like she was going to die. Her body ached all over as if a truck had run her over. But she felt a particularly sore sensation between her legs, and that made her freeze instantly. It can’t be…. Then her eyes fell on the fine specimen of a man sleeping beside her. Violet forgot how to breathe. Fuck. 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2,585,867	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585868}'	No	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	Helen Ficalora Jewelry	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	ORDER_NOW	http://www.helenficalora.com/	Helen Ficalora	https://www.facebook.com/helenficalora/	19,176	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	helenficalora.com	CAROUSEL	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	http://www.helenficalora.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/430271189_932246701784750_3047457704857958344_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aXMwP5Dvu-YQ7kNvgHNa0HF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYC308j_1n7NzWnhmdqGOSDE3ZcsncWE5ZbJh0P25ZwnyA&oe=6756C37D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Helen Ficalora	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,847	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	🛡️ Parents! Want to help your teen feel empowered and safe?	Your teen deserves confidence, strength, and self-defense skills! 🛡️ 💪 🎯 Classes for ages 12-15 designed to challenge and empower them.	LEARN_MORE	https://joinnewworlddf.com/teen	New World Defense & Fitness	https://www.facebook.com/NewWorldDF/	2,085	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	joinnewworlddf.com	CAROUSEL	Your teen deserves confidence, strength, and self-defense skills! 🛡️ 💪 🎯 Classes for ages 12-15 designed to challenge and empower them.	https://joinnewworlddf.com/teen	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468942699_1518184345510409_7767304982290433519_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2RpEWHgxfkgQ7kNvgE_v8dS&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYDcCYxehVwG71yG1OFK7lITdj8RXlONX1XVNV2mJISdpQ&oe=6756C276	PERSON_PROFILE	0	New World Defense & Fitness	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,854	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959		This Friday, 12/06 \| Shirtless Santa Party 🎅✨ Holiday heat, but make it iconic. ✨ Free entry for all topless Santas 💃 Ladies, you’re in free before midnight 🥂 Complimentary shots to keep the vibe alive 🎶 Reggaeton all night long Come for the energy, stay for the moment. This isn’t just a party—it’s the holiday event. See you under the disco ball. Tickets available now. #santaparty #reggaetonparty #fiesta #reggaeton #fiestalatina #latinmusic #latinhouse #christmasparty #brooklyn #newyork #williamsburg	LEARN_MORE	https://linktr.ee/republicnightclub	nightclubrepublic	https://www.instagram.com/_u/nightclubrepublic	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	linktr.ee	VIDEO		https://linktr.ee/republicnightclub	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/459128205_815769904050683_3270068828787389176_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=RATjJpOsamkQ7kNvgFJuVZa&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCDS863CgCXdW8PbQQXFcJ2F16ifFaOmflght22uWHLow&oe=6756D7AC	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	nightclubrepublic	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,856	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585662}'	No	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959		Giving Tuesday? How do you give when there is no trust? This is where we are. It is time to build back the community trust, so we are asking the community Where is the Money?	MESSAGE_PAGE		Transparency in Youth Baseball in Lincoln-Nebraska	https://www.facebook.com/61569504691438/	16	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468897488_573447652080213_2976406624115041139_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5HOLYwC_EK4Q7kNvgEDuYcL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYDV722-21_-6M-0TW7NLVBkiaO18bFw-KeGCmvZU9rr7w&oe=6756ED05	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Transparency in Youth Baseball in Lincoln-Nebraska	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,861	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585868}'	No	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	Helen Ficalora Jewelry	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	ORDER_NOW	http://www.helenficalora.com/	Helen Ficalora	https://www.facebook.com/helenficalora/	19,176	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	helenficalora.com	CAROUSEL	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	http://www.helenficalora.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/430271189_932246701784750_3047457704857958344_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aXMwP5Dvu-YQ7kNvgHNa0HF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYC308j_1n7NzWnhmdqGOSDE3ZcsncWE5ZbJh0P25ZwnyA&oe=6756C37D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Helen Ficalora	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,863	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585868}'	No	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	Helen Ficalora Jewelry	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	ORDER_NOW	http://www.helenficalora.com/	Helen Ficalora	https://www.facebook.com/helenficalora/	19,176	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	helenficalora.com	CAROUSEL	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	http://www.helenficalora.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/430271189_932246701784750_3047457704857958344_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aXMwP5Dvu-YQ7kNvgHNa0HF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYC308j_1n7NzWnhmdqGOSDE3ZcsncWE5ZbJh0P25ZwnyA&oe=6756C37D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Helen Ficalora	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,860	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	BUY ONE GET ONE FREE	Buy One Get One Free SITEWIDE! Cyberweek 2024	SHOP_NOW	http://www.seventhavenuebeauty.net/	Melody Shari	https://www.facebook.com/drmelodyshari/	298,509	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	www.seventhavenuebeauty.net	VIDEO		http://www.seventhavenuebeauty.net/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469127914_1644461086107507_8929935287007992107_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DKBE76t1gPAQ7kNvgEzNPi5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYD5F1WYdpcrpoN_FkmLl7c-qQzt95Qi0D5FW7E1D9fBbQ&oe=6756E004	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Melody Shari	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,585,862	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585868}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	Helen Ficalora Jewelry	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	ORDER_NOW	http://www.helenficalora.com/	Helen Ficalora	https://www.facebook.com/helenficalora/	19,176	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	helenficalora.com	CAROUSEL	Free 2 Day Shipping with code FREE2DAY	http://www.helenficalora.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/430271189_932246701784750_3047457704857958344_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aXMwP5Dvu-YQ7kNvgHNa0HF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq4z0qGjU2JU7sYf9ZQ_Hnt&oh=00_AYC308j_1n7NzWnhmdqGOSDE3ZcsncWE5ZbJh0P25ZwnyA&oe=6756C37D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Helen Ficalora	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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