 

By Literally Someone Who Should Not Be Trusted With Weapons

There are three things you should know about me:

1. I’m a werewolf.


2. I accidentally shot a penguin during vampire training. (He survived. He also now hates me.)


3. I was convinced I was going to wake up on my seventeenth birthday mated to the Alpha’s son. You know, tall, broody, fated leadership, cheekbones that could cut glass. Standard hormonal delusion stuff.



Instead?

I woke up with nothing.

No mate bond. No swoony connection. Just a hollow chest, a bruised ego, and the leftover trauma of showing the entire pack my toilet paper tail the night before.

And then he showed up.

Lucien. Cold eyes. Sharper jaw. Definitely a vampire. Definitely the enemy. Definitely the guy I’m supposed to kill on sight.

So, obviously, he turns out to be my mate.

Now I’m stuck between a blood feud, a pack that wants him dead, and a face that turns into a tomato every time he so much as looks at me.

Fate’s funny like that.

And by funny, I mean screw you, Moon Goddess, I am not emotionally stable enough for this.

My Crush Might Kill Me


I've been in some terrible situations in my life.
Like the time I accidentally wore a see-through shirt to school and only realized after second period when Tommy Martinez asked if my bra was supposed to match my underwear, which it wasn't, and also how did he know what color my underwear was? O...

Look Away I'm about to Embarrass Myself

Still Me

Birthday Chaos

Broken Heel

Fuck the bloody off.

Frogs, Princes, and Other Ways to Die Unattractively

The Swamp Goblin Incident

He's A Vampire

oh-my-God-my-wolf-just-claimed-a-vampire

A Bigger Everything

I wasn't ready

The Great Pajama Tragedy

Nice tits, sweetheart

Kissed, Bitten, and Barely Breathing

Vampire Kisses and Air Freshener Fiascos

Tattooed in Blood and Clumsiness

When Vampires Ink and Bathroom Fights Collide

The Great Mate Interrogation

I should've lied