u/Far-Perspective-9688

I honestly expected this pair to look bulky and weird, but it is actually very minimalist and sleek. The glasses look more like premium sunglasses than a piece of tech. The build quality feels solid and the flexible hinges are much sturdier than I thought. And the frame is light enough that it does not crush my nose, which is a huge relief. I feel like I could wear this on a plane without getting weird looks from everyone. I am about to test the screen with my Steam Deck now to see if the image quality lives up to the hype. Does anyone have tips on how to adjust the nose pad for a long gaming session?

Soft hot lips find the shell of my ear and he whispers, "You think I dont want you?" He pushes his hips forward, grinding into the back of my ass and I groan. "Really?" He chuckles. "Let me go," I whimper, mybody trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me." I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door. Biting his lip, he stalks toward nme, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there. "Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside.

"Because I swear to God, that is allI have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across thhe room."

Round 2 of my Werewolf Romance obsession. 🌙🐺

• The Forbidden Throb
• Claimed In The Shadows
• Triplet Alpha: My Fated Mates
• The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 1

Bonnie

"If you don't get your goddam ass down here right now, I swear to the Moon Goddess herself I'm going to get my fucking belt out and make you sorry!" My dad's voice sends chills down my spine and has my entire body shaking knowing the pain that it's going to endure very soon. My dad means what he says and, thanks to my prick of a brother, my punishment will be even more painful than normal.

"If I have to come and get you, you know what will happen mutt!" He keeps bellowing while I shift myself further backward in my closest while praying for a miracle or, at the very least, for a giant hole to appear in these old floorboards and swallow me whole. Of course, reality wouldn't be as kind as to create a hole for me. No, my reality will result in pain and a lot of it.

"Where the fuck are you!" His voice suddenly seems so close and a growl that can only belong to that of a Beta suddenly has the walls around me shaking. Shit, he's here! "This is your last chance to come out mutt. If you don't, you know what will happen!"

He knows I'm here, but he wouldn't be my dad if he didn't take the time to taunt me that little bit more. It doesn't matter if I go out there now or let him find me either way, my punishment will have me suffering in pain for more than a few days.

"Your ass should have been downstairs over 30 minutes ago, and now it's going to pay. I don't know why you do this to yourself every goddam time! "I do make breakfast knowing that he would come and find me and make me pay all by choice? No, I didn't, but it won't matter what my reason is for being here, he won't believe me, he won't care.

"Well, hello there little mutt." I feel the air leave my lungs as he tears open the door and lunges at me, grabbing my shirt and throwing me across the room. A grunt leaves my mouth as blinding pain shoots down my spine from hitting the wall, along with the impact winding me has, this day is off to a cracking start.

And yes, I know what you're thinking. Werewolves have amazingly quick healing abilities and while that may be true, unfortunately, that's not always the case, and of course, as with everything else in my life that goes wrong, so does having that ability. A healthy wolf can heal quickly but not an unhealthy one, and I'm the definition of an unhealthy wolf.

I cough as I try to catch my breath, but before I've even drawn in my first full breath, my dad is back on me and pulling me off the ground by the neck of my shirt. He roughly shakes me before screaming in my face, causing spittle to land on my forehead, nose, and chin, forcing me to hold in a gag. "Well, come on mutt. Won't you at least try and come up with some pathetic excuse to cover your ass?"

While most of the beatings that I get from my dad are caused by my brother, I try not to mention his name and instead, make up another excuse, any excuse because, in this household, my brother is the top, golden child and, as far as my father is concerned, he never does anything wrong and if I try and say different he sees red and just ups my punishment.

However, sometimes I just can't think of an excuse quickly enough and my Dad tolerates no answer, even less than me mentioning my brother's name, so that is what I have to do. I have to tell the truth and today seems like one of those days. "Rowan... Rowan locked me in my closet." As expected, his face turns an even darker shade of red as he once again roughly shakes me before throwing me storms over to me while I try to remove a large piece of glass out of the palm of my hand. He gets a tight grip on my hair and pulls backward until I'm forced to look up at his face, while at the same time, he moves my hand away, stopping me from pulling out the glass, and then he pushes down on it, making it impale even deeper into the palm of my hand and causing me to cry out.

"I'll never understand why you were born but the sooner you die, the better!" I remain quiet while trying to breathe through the pain as he continues to throw venomous words my way, but I don't think he realizes just how wasted those words are on me. All I've ever heard from both him, Blue, and Rowan are vile words and their behavior has been even worse. I'm 18 years old, 18 years of hearing every bad thing imaginable, so yeah, his words do not affect me much anymore, the pain from the beatings is worse than any words he can say... so much worse, and I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to those.

"The next time you speak badly about your brother, I won't be the only one handling your punishment." He pulls back his hand right before landing a hard slap to my cheek, causing my vision to blur and my ears to ring. As I said before, he doesn't do well with me, badmouthing his precious son or anyone else, for that matter. Rowan is 20, the future Beta to our pack, and I swear that the boy could fall in shit, and he would still come out smelling like goddam roses.

My dad has threatened to have my brother punish me more than once but has never gone through with it. Of course, I don't kid myself into thinking it's because he's protecting me, he's never protected me a day in my life. No, I think it's because he knows that Rowan's temper is even worse than his, and I think he fears that Rowan will lose control and kill me, and if he does that, then who will my dad have to bully and take his anger out on? And of course, how would he explain my disappearance to everyone else?