Werewolf Summer Camp with the future Alphas

Everything comes crashing down as my eyes widen into his. Both of our breathing labored but his hands not releasing me. “Grace.” He says breathlessly.

That name is all it takes to wake me up. ‘Grace’ I’m not Grace. He thinks I’m someone I’m not. I shouldn’t be doing this when he doesn’t even know who he’s with.

I scramble off of him and stand in the middle of the room panting. I can see him start to fumble, standing up and walking towards me.

I look up at him, my eyes wide. “I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t… We shouldn’t have done that.” I stammer out and he looks at me shocked. Walking towards me like I’m a trapped animal he’s scared is going to run away.

“Why, Grace? Why shouldn’t we have done that? Please, just talk to me.” I can hear the pleading in his voice, the fear that I didn’t want him to kiss me, but that’s not it.

I don’t know why. Why I’m so scared to just tell them the truth, so I decide to lie. “I’m sorry, Gunner. I like all three of you. I’m not going to choose, so I’ve just decided I wouldn’t be with any of you. It’s not fair to you guys.” I don’t wait for him to respond, I run out the door and down the steps, landing face first in Dean’s chest. He pulls me up and wraps my legs around his waist causing me to gasp. “Who said we’d make you choose, Bambi?” And before I can respond his lips are on mine.

- Xena

“Wake up, Xena!” Someone whisper yells at me. I groan in pain, wondering who is waking me up. I was just able to get my body to allow me to sleep.

Thanks to the most recent beating from what most people would consider my father, I can barely move. I haven’t considered that man my father from the first time he laid his hands on me.

That doesn’t seem to stop him from laying claim to me, when he needs to pretend that we’re the perfect family.

The perfect daughter, that’s what I am. Great grades, well behaved, and of course what’s most important to him, beautiful.

My long golden blonde hair flows to my butt, bright blue green eyes with a circle of bright, sparkling gold around my pupils, height of five five and skinny with curves in all the right places. All things that I’m required to maintain, for fear of life. Not sure how I’m supposed to maintain half of those, but it wouldn’t matter, I’d suffer the consequences if my body decided to grow an inch. I mean literally, he checks my height monthly.

I look around in a daze, “Mom?” I whisper, following her lead. She scowls at me; I figure berating me for my stupid question.

I manage to get myself into a sitting position on the bed, just as she throws me my hoodie from