Fifty Shades of Grey Can't Hold A Candle to This Book

The Millennium Wolves

Episode 2

SIENNA

Mom 💬 Dear Sienna. Where are you?

Sienna 💬 Mom, how many times do I have to tell you

Sienna 💬 You don’t need to start msgs with dear

Mom 💬 But it’s more special that way! Like a letter just for you.

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.

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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 more 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 impromptu escape.

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

“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 glare.

“Well”—Jeremy laughed—“if you’re asking for gossip about our leadership, Melissa, you know I can’t divulge that kind 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 loved 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 clothes and the whole industry, Selene! Think long-term.”

Well, now Selene had succeeded, proving years of mother’s advice wrong, and was actively 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 never 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 anyway. Speaking of which…”

Selene’s eyes flicked to me. I gave her a silent head shake. Don’t.

“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. Although 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 making 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. I know your father is certainly looking forward to this year’s Haze, aren’t you, darling?”

“I’m counting the seconds,” Dad said, holding up his glass of wine, smiling mischievously.

“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 everything. 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 their 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 happened.

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.

Chapter 3

SIENNA

Never in my life had I wanted to fuck so badly.

I didn’t just scent the five wolves surrounding me now. I could see them.

A large blond wolf, a strange sight if you didn’t know he was a blond in human form, rounded a tree, slowly stalking toward me. He was big, but that didn’t make him a dominant.

His eyes, like most wolves, were a bright gold. I was an exception; my eyes were as icy blue in wolf as in human form.

From the appreciative look the blond wolf gave me, he recognized their uniqueness as well.

I saw the four others circle around me, making me feel claustrophobic. One came so close I could feel his nose on my butt, sniffing my stimulation.

The two to my right were snarling with unhidden lust, the one to my left licking his lips, and the big blond in front of me crouched down in anticipation, ready to pounce.

Most werewolves prefer having sex in human form, but these five were Hazed and wanted it now.

I was about to close my eyes and give into this violent, animalistic orgy.

My body moaned as the wolf behind me licked my hind leg. I wanted these males to taste me, to fuck me into oblivion…until I remembered her face.

Emily’s face.

Only a flash and it was enough. Like a bucket of freezing water spilled all over my body, I snapped out of my Haze. It was only a dull heat deep in my core now.

I had control.

I growled as loud as I could, making sure these wolves knew I wasn’t interested. But—typical males—they didn’t like following orders. They kept on licking and moving closer.

Tired of this shit, I growled again. The kind of growl that said, “Lay a paw on me, and I’ll make sure you lose it.”

The blond wolf before me could see from my expression. I wasn’t fucking around. He turned away. The three wolves to my sides realized it a second later and backed off.

The only one who seemed to have a problem reading—or rather scenting—signals was the one behind me. The one who’d gotten a good whiff. He leaned forward again.

That’s it, I thought.

I turned around lightning fast and sank my sharp teeth into his neck. I clamped down hard, making him bleed.

He yelped in pain, struggling to back away, but I didn’t let go. This wolf would learn his lesson today.

Only when I felt I was about to tear his jugular did I release him. The wolf didn’t stop to stare.

He knew who was in charge now, turning and hightailing it out of there. When I looked back, the other four were gone.

Satisfied, I ran farther into the woods. I could scent the sex in the air.

My Haze began to creep back up, and I kept running, trying to repress it. I couldn’t let it out. Not again.

When I returned to the spot where I’d ditched my clothes, I shifted.

This time, I felt every excruciating detail, the bones thinning, the neck turning slender, the hind legs stretching, the arms folding and unfolding.

Then it was over and I was human again.

I took a breath, catching my bearings, standing there, naked as the day I was made. Thanking Emily for coming to my aid…as painful as that memory was.

I wasn’t about to go there. Not now. No, what mattered was I’d resisted.

My virginity was intact. Saved for the were who I would call my mate. Even if the Haze was just beginning.

“God,” I heaved out and quickly put on my clothes.

Selene 💬 Coast is clear, sis.

Selene 💬 Kind of surprised how short it was tbh, from what I could hear.

Sienna 💬 Ew

Sienna 💬 Tmi

Selene 💬 You’re such a square. I’m glad mom and dad still…

Sienna: STOP. PLZ.

Selene 💬 🍆🍑🐺

Sienna 💬 Thx for that

Sienna 💬 You didn’t go home?

Selene 💬 Leaving now.

Selene 💬 You find your partner tonite? 😉

Sienna 💬 None of your business

Selene 💬 I have a feeling you’re gonna meet your mate this season

Selene 💬 call it a she-wolf’s instinct

Sienna 💬 Doubt it

Selene always had a way of seeing the future. Some sort of animal sixth sense thing. But I didn’t see how this future could be possible.

Me finding my mate? I’d been out all night and hadn’t found a single wolf who fit the description. There was still time, of course. A whole season.

When I arrived home my parents had already scratched their itch for the night.

My father was sitting in the living room, watching the local news, while Mom was folding laundry.

“You barely got to eat, huh?” Dad asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, heading for the stairs.

“She got her fill, I bet,” Mom smirked.

“Disgusting, Mom.”

Again, I felt a twinge of guilt for not telling my mother the truth. About my virginity. About everything. But I shook it off.

“Why did Selene and Jeremy rush off? They just got here.”

“An urgent meeting at the Pack House,” Mom said. “Makes you curious, doesn’t it?”

I thought again of the Alpha, who I’d met by the riverbank. How dark and glowering his eyes had been. What was going on that they needed to involve Jeremy, the pack’s lawyer?

“I wonder, I wonder,” my mom said, eyes twinkling. “Do you think the stories are true? About the Alpha’s love life? That would explain why he’s been so remote.”

“Mom. Stop meddling in other people’s lives.”

“Oh, but it’s so fun. You should try it sometime.”

With Aiden Norwood, I had to admit the urge to gossip, to meddle, to know everything there was to know made my imagination run wild. The very thought of him made the Haze rise up again. Blushing, I headed up the stairs.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Sweet dreams, my dear,” Mom called out. “Hope they’re extra sweet…if you catch my drift.”

I rolled my eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. But when I locked the door, turned off the lights, and collapsed onto my bed, all I could imagine was Aiden Norwood.

This was torture. Falling asleep, I prayed I would never have to see the Alpha again.