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"You have no idea how badly I want to make love to you," he responds with a shake of his head. "I love you so much," he continues and my heart melts.
"I love you," I whisper back.
"Okay, I'm going to make love to you now, Angel. It will hurt a little, so let me know if it hurts too much," he says and leans down to kiss me. "I'll be gentle," he tells me.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine he shifts his hips forward slightly and enters inside of me. My mouth widens as he enters, and I feel a slight pinch. He was right, it does hurt, but it's not terrible.
"Christ! You're the sun!" he calls out. I watch his face crumble. He buries his face in my neck and then he's above me again, his hands on my cheeks again.
...
For 20 year old Alison Scott, love was never something she deemed herself worthy of.
Not until he came along.
With his tousled brown hair, lean muscular body and smile that ignited everything south of her body; he was unbearably attractive and intimidating to Alison. She thought he could never be interested in someone like her, until he was. Was living in the same household together with someone you want and need such a great idea?
As they embark on this journey together, Alison discovers her own desires as well as all the secrets Isaac keeps.
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Chapter 1
I sometimes found comfort in the silence between us, it was a convenient place to hide when neither of us knew what to say.
"I just wish you told us you were leaving today," she said. Her voice sounded defeated, which made me want to apologise.
"It was all very unexpected, Mum," I responded, leaving more silence to fall between us.
In all honesty, I knew I was moving days ago, I just didn't want to tell her or my brothers unless I had to. I couldn't bear any guilt they would place on me for moving out of home - but I had my reasons.
"I can get off work and come and say goodbye?" She suggested. I could hear the hope in her voice.
"No, it's okay, I'll be gone by the time you get here." It pained me to say it, but I knew that if she knew I was leaving, she would have tried to convince me to stay.
She sighed into the phone as her response.
A creak in the hardwood floor signalled Emmett's arrival. He leaned against the door frame with concern laced in his eyes.
"Look ma, I've got to go. We're about to leave," I said, my eyes on Emmett.
"Okay, Ali." She sighed again. "Be safe, tell Emmett I said hi."
"Thanks, I will."
"I love you," She spoke.
"You too." A slight pause before I responded. I hung up and put my phone into my pocket.
"You okay, kid?" Emmett asked, his eyebrows turned inwards in concern.
I nodded my head, looking around the empty space that was once my room. Bear wooden floor, white walls and single metal frame bed in the corner. My room - absent of life.
"We ready to go?" I asked, smiling at Emmett.
"Only three more boxes to go at the front."
"Yay," I said, with relief. I walked out of the room with Emmett. We put the remaining boxes in the boot of his large black ute and jumped into the front passenger seat.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, putting his keys into the ignition.
I turned to him; his eyebrows pulled together with worry. A look I had become familiar with.
"I've never wanted anything more. I've got the job close by, I can pay the rent for a couple months," I paused, looking at Emmett. "You and I both know that I need this."
He nodded his head, turning on the car completely.
"You do need this," he smiled. "I can't believe you've lived with a single bed for this long," he said laughing, which made me laugh in return.
Emmett has this infectious laugh that could make a room full of people smile.
Emmett had been my next-door neighbour since we were toddlers. Emmett is almost double the size of me in width and height, with dark skin, dark eyes and hair shaved into a buzz cut. Being a rugby player, his body was lean with muscle and the mere sight of him would scare any stranger, but his heart was gold. His mother, five sisters and himself were more of a family to me than my own family. Without them, I don't know where I would be today.
Emmett was a year older than me which meant he started school earlier and finished school before me. When Emmett graduated, he was offered a scholarship to play rugby union with one of the best universities some distance away from home. So, he and two other of his friends from university decided to rent out a place together and that's where he had been all year. A couple months after I graduated, he extended the invitation to me, and that had been the plan ever since. Now, a year later, here we are, driving to the new place.
"When do you start work up here?" He asked.
"On Tuesday. I'm excited," I said with genuine excitement.
When Emmett asked if I wanted to live with them, I said yes immediately, but I needed a plan. The first thing I did was look for jobs available and thankfully found a job I loved quite quickly. I would be working as a bartender at a bar called the Bar. The only thing I was missing out on was my own car.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
"When am I not?" I joked, nervously picking at my dark maroon nails, but I could sense his unease.
"I'm fine, really." I looked towards him; his eyes glued to the road.
"Okay," he said with certainty. "You just worry me sometimes."
"I worry you all the time," I laughed and watched as his firm mouth tipped slightly at the edges.
I let my hand hang out of the window, making waved in the wind with my hand and dozed off hallway through the trip.
"Wake up!" Emmett shoved my arm hard, forcing me into the door.
"Ow, you bastard!" I shoved him back.
"Don't. Hit. The. Driver!" He said in between each hit. He laughed, fending me off with one arm.
"Why'd you wake me?" I was annoyed. My heart was racing from being abruptly awoken from my nap.
"We're almost there."
"How long was I out?"
"Almost a decade! You've left me kind of lonesome in here," he stated with his lips puckered which made me laugh.
"I'm sure you managed."
"Barely."
He rounded a corner and began slowing the car down, my eyes dragging around the scenery. The house was in the heart of the area, everything that one could need was a couple blocks away.
"There!" Emmett pointed at the house.
It had a four-step brown porch rising to the house and running across the front. The brown brick of the one-story house looked strange against the white outline on the windows, but nevertheless it was beautiful.
Emmett pulled up into a small parking lot next to the house and parked next to two unfamiliar cars in the parking lot, which reminded me that I needed to find a car soon.
Emmett had already unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped down from the car, heading towards the back to retrieve my belongings. His smile was broad which made me smile in return. I could feel an excitement radiating off of him as I grabbed the two closes boxes towards me.
"Come on, it's going to be fun with you around." He nudged my shoulder softly, careful not the knock over his tower of boxes.
I followed him up the steps and had to put the boxes down to open the door, but other than that we made it inside with ease.
"You know you could have just kicked the door down," I laughed making him laugh too.
Emmett put the boxes down on the floor and I followed pursuit.
"Hey, Zac!" Emmett practically shouted. I looked at Emmett to see who he was looking at only to follow his eyes to a person in front of us.
He was attractive. Very attractive. His face was angular with those type of features that were meant for magazines or posters. With high cheekbones and a layer of dark stubble, he looked like he was in his early twenties. His skin was tanned, and his brown hair fell down in soft waves on his forehead. It looked soft to touch.
He was standing there holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt that couldn't conceal his broad shoulders.
I looked away quickly.
Zac dropped his spoon in his bowl when he looked back at me. His eyes travelled down my body like he was assessing me, and I resisted the urge to turn a full three-sixty for him.
Not that there is a lot to assess.
I knew I was good looking, but I wouldn't say I was attractive. I'm short with more curves than I needed, with un-tameable dark brown long curls and beady dark brown eyes to match. There was nothing special about me. I was the girl next door - your brothers' best friend. If it weren't for my curves kicking in and the slight cleavage I possessed, I would never have been noticed by any guy.
"Did you just wake up?" Emmett said with a smile on his face.
"Yep," He smiled, and I swear I almost lost my balance. "I probably would have still been asleep if I wasn't so God damn hungry!"
Emmett laughed, and I watched him laugh with the same adoring appreciation. He had this throaty laugh that was so infectious that I couldn't help but smile myself.
Emmett looked down at me with the faint remain of a smile, "Ali, this is Zac." He looked between us. "Zac, this is Ali."
"Ah! Fresh meat." Zac nodded and spooned some serial into his mouth.
"Nothing like you've ever tasted," I laughed, awkwardly.
Zac spurted his milk out of his mouth and began to cough, milk dribbled down his chin as he tried to contain a smile.
"You okay?" Emmett asked with concern in his voice and smile on his face.
"Yeah, just wrong pipe," he laughed.
"Is this all your stuff?" Zac asked after a moment of laugh-coughing. One of his eyebrows raised waiting for my response- I wish I could do that.
"There's some more in the car," Emmett spoke first.
"Okay, let's go get it," Zac spoke cheerfully. He placed his bowel onto the island in the kitchen and I followed pursuit out the door to the car to retrieve more boxes. Two trips later and all the boxes were placed on the floor of my new room.
Emmett had told me that this house was very symmetrical. When you walk in through the front door, the kitchen sat to the right and the dining room was to the left. Our bedrooms were all connected together in a 'U' shaped corridor that shaped around the back of the house, each of our bedrooms were located at each corner and in the centre of the 'U' was the living room. Towards the back strip of the corridor was the laundry room along with some linen closets. My room was to the front right of the corridor, only a wall away from the kitchen. I was grateful to have this room because Emmett's room was only down the corridor from me, a bathroom in between.
My bedroom was beautiful. There was a white four posted bed with a queen-sized mattress that sat directly in the middle of the large room, along with a white bedside table. The large window to the left were concealed in floral drapes and there were doors infused into the wall on my left, indicating a wardrobe. The walls were a white cream colour and the floor was hard wood, it was a strange mix but for some reason, it made the room look welcoming.
I loved it.
"I told you it was a nice room," Emmett said from behind me.
"There's a lot of room," I said, looking from the boxes on the floor dispersed across the wide-open space, it was probably double the size of my last room.
Emmett nodded in agreement. "Okay, let's start on the bed sheets." He began searching for the box with my bedding items in it and we got to work.
He took one side of the bed while I took the other, trying to push down the sides of the tight sheet, but Emmett was struggling.
"Push it down that way," I said. "No- the other way- stop!" I laughed as Emmett lost hold of the sheet and the two top sides sprang back.
"You're hopeless," I laughed making him laugh in return.
After another minute of getting a sheet and my maroon doona cover and pillows on the bed we were complete. It felt more like home with my familiar doona cover, but not entirely. I still felt like an outsider.
"It will feel more like home soon, Ali," Emmett spoke. I swear, sometimes he can read my mind.
"How did you know I was thinking that?"
"Because I thought that when I first got here," he smiled. "I mean, the guys are great, and I get along with them well, but it was different to home."
I smiled up at him. Home for me wasn't really home. I was so grateful to get away when I had the opportunity, if anything I just feel like an intruder.
"I just feel like an intruder," I spoke my thoughts. I was so dependent on Emmett for everything.
"Hopefully, you won't feel like that for long," he smiled a goofy smile and opened his large arms open to me and I allowed him to engulf me into his arms.
A knock on the door pulled us apart.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Zac smiled a half smile, but his eyes held no humour when he said it.
"Nothing at all, what's up?" Emmett replied.
"I've just had the greatest idea in human history," Zac said as he walked into my new room. He sat on my bed kicking his feet up and laying back onto the poster of the bed. He slowly rested his arms behind his head as he looked between Emmett and I standing at the foot. Seeing him on my bed gave me dark thoughts, and I smiled to myself, brushing the thoughts aside quickly.
"Is that a rare occasion?" I laughed, making Emmett chuckle.
Zac licked his lips before responding with a smile soon stretching on his mouth, my eyes were keeping focus on his lips.
"We're going to the Garden of Eden tonight," Zac said as if a matter of factly. He puckered his lips and looked at the both of us for a response and nodding his head enthusiastically.
"What's the Garden of Eden?" I asked, making Zac sit up on my bed.
"It is the place of Gods' creation," he said with the straightest face humanly possible.
"Is he over-exaggerating?" I asked, looking at Emmett.
"Only slightly," Emmett smiled.
"We are going, Emmett! Or so help me God I will drag your black ass to kingdom come," Zac declared making Emmett holler out a laugh.
"We have to see with Burney," Emmett spoke between laughing. "But you have to stop with the biblical references, dude it's old."
"Amen," Zac crossed his heart in response.
"OH, MY GOODNESS!" A voice from the other room screamed, then followed the sound of a door closing.
Zac and Emmett looked at each other and spoke in unison, "Burney."
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8.0
For Claire, Christmas has always been about survival. She only wanted to keep life steady for her daughter Emma after heartbreak and loss. Moving to a quiet snowy town was meant to be a fresh start, not the beginning of something new for her heart.
Jack, a widowed single father, has built his world around his children. He has hidden his own longing for love beneath duty and routine. But when Claire and Emma step into his life, the walls he carefully built begin to melt away like snow under the winter sun.
As festive lights glow and snow falls gently around them, Claire and Jack discover laughter, warmth, and the kind of connection they never thought they would feel again. Their children bond, their hearts open, and slowly, a friendship begins to grow into something far deeper.
But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past.
This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms.
Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.

8.7
Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck.
The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain.
I thought my sacrifice meant something.
But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust.
"Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered.
He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms.
"This," he declared, burying his face in her flawless neck, "is the scent of my savior. Not you. You smell like a chemical spill."
He treated me like a leper in my own pack. He let his sister slash my dress to expose my "ugly" back to dinner guests.
On the day he was forced to marry me for PR, he drove us to the altar with Estelle in the backseat.
When she faked a panic attack, claiming the wolfsbane I warned her about was "anxiety," Julian slammed on the brakes in the middle of a storm.
"Get out," he commanded, unlocking my door.
"Julian, we're ten minutes from the wedding."
"Estelle is dying! You selfish monster, get out!"
He kicked me out of the Rolls Royce, leaving me standing in the mud in my white silk gown.
As his taillights faded, I didn't cry. I closed my eyes and grabbed the frayed bond in my mind.
"I, Ember Tucker, reject you, Julian Copeland."
Snap.
He thought he was discarding a broken toy. He didn't realize he had just rejected the legendary White Wolf—and his only chance at survival.

8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.

8.7
I was four months pregnant with the Alpha's heir, and I had given up everything for Michael.
I hid my identity as the daughter of the powerful Alpha Hayes, stripped away my inheritance, and poured my personal fortune into building his pack.
I thought we were the golden couple.
But one rainy night, Michael came home smelling of vanilla and deception.
Exhausted, his mental barriers slipped, and I heard his thoughts project through our Mind-Link to his mistress, Serena.
"She is just a vessel," his internal voice sneered.
"Once the pup is born, we take the child and reject her. I only need the Hayes money a little longer."
My world shattered. I wasn't his mate; I was a bank account with a pulse.
The cruelty escalated when a waiter tripped at dinner, sending boiling soup flying toward our table.
Michael didn't reach for me or his unborn child.
He lunged to shield Serena, leaving me to take the scalding liquid full force on my pregnant belly.
While I lay in the hospital with burns, he told the doctors to prioritize Serena's "shock" over my injuries.
He thought I was broken. He thought I was trapped.
He was wrong.
I bribed the nurse to write two words on my chart: "Spontaneous Abortion."
Then I froze every asset in the pack, signed the divorce papers, and vanished.
Michael wanted a future without me?
He’s about to find out exactly what that costs.

9.0
My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me.
He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her.
His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me.
Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate.
Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman.
He didn't even recognize his own wife.
In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely.

7.9
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7.9
"I am not fully human, I am not fully wolf. And I am far from safe."
Ayla has always felt normal, but when a silver-eyed wolf tears through the forest, she discovers powers she can barely control. The wolf inside her hungers, whispers, and fights to take over, and the pack she calls home begin to fear her more than the rogue wolves outside. Ancient symbols begin to surface. Secrets her mother buried resurface.
Hunted by a shadowy predator known only as the Shadow Wolf, Ayla must master her instincts, uncover her origins, and survive a world that refuses to accept her. But every step toward control draws her closer to the dangerous truth: some forces are older, stronger, and deadlier than the pack itself and one of them wants her.