Forced to Live Together, I Found Out He Wasn’t Human

Chapter 1

After I found out my boyfriend was a werewolf, I worked up the courage to break up with him.

I said, "I’m sorry."

His eyes flashed green.

I was shaking as I added, "In my next life, I’ll make it up to you."

His lips pulled back, teeth showing.

I swallowed hard, "Are you doing cosplay or something? Why do you have a big fluffy tail behind you?"

He pinned me against the wall, those green eyes turning ice-cold. "Claire, do you have any idea what it means in our world? Once you’ve been marked, you don’t switch partners."

I met Ethan Blackwood in the Denali Wilderness.

It started with a blown tire.

Out in that kind of unforgiving nowhere, a flat wasn’t just bad luck, it was practically a death sentence.

I was standing there completely lost when Ethan showed up like he’d dropped straight out of the sky, and somehow fixed my car with ridiculous ease.

To thank him, I brought him to a hotel.

It was peak season and the place was packed, getting a second room was a long shot, so I ended up letting him stay with me.

That night, he was in the bathroom showering while I checked in with Mia.

Mia sounded horrified. "Claire, you’re out of your mind. You’re alone in a room with a guy you just met, what if he’s dangerous?"

I thought back to the first time I saw him by the roadside.

He’d been shirtless, all hard lines and solid muscle, and I couldn’t tell if it was the sun or the sweat on his skin, but the sight of him hit me right in the chest.

My heart, which had been stone-cold for twenty-five years, finally felt warm.

Mia hesitated, then said, "Claire, you haven’t been home in three years."

I cut her off. "Not right now."

While we were talking, Ethan was already done.

He didn’t bother with a robe, he just wrapped a towel low around his waist, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

I swallowed.

I cleared my throat and forced my eyes away. "You take the bed. I’ll take the couch."

It wasn’t me being generous, the couch wouldn’t have held him anyway.

He glanced at the bed, then at me, looking genuinely confused. "The bed’s huge. Why are we sleeping separately?"

Why?

I tried to explain patiently. "Because we’re not married, we can’t sleep in the same bed."

He tilted his head, like he was working through it. "So if two people are married, they can share a bed?"

Then, completely matter-of-fact, he said, "Then we can get married."

My mouth fell open.

Sir, that logic was honestly impressive.

If any other man had said that, I would’ve kicked him right out.

But he said it with a face that looked unfairly perfect and eyes that somehow managed to be innocent, like a loyal dog that didn’t know what trouble it was causing.

I… I didn’t stand a chance.

Before I could untangle my thoughts, he was already in front of me.

He smelled like shower gel, and something else that was just him, warm and close and everywhere, wrapping around me until I forgot how to breathe.

My face went hot, my heartbeat went wild.

He looked at me with that same calm curiosity. "So if we’re married, we can sleep in the same bed?"

Staring at his eyes, his throat as he swallowed, the clean line of his collarbone, I used every ounce of self-control I had left.

I cleared my throat, shoved a pillow into his hands, and said, "You’re sleeping on the couch."

In the middle of the night, everything was quiet.

Moonlight spilled in faintly from outside.

The curtains weren’t fully drawn, and in the pale glow I could see Ethan curled up on the couch, hugging the pillow, asleep like he was trying very hard to be good.

I must have drifted off at some point.

I fell into a dream that was romantic and unsettling at the same time.

In it, a massive black wolf with thick fur and a terrifying presence knocked me onto soft grass, its warm breath washing over my face.

I was trembling, and those bright green eyes were locked on me.

I was sure it was going to tear out my throat, so I fought with everything I had.

Then the world blurred, the wolf was gone, and Ethan’s handsome face took its place.

He leaned down to my ear, his voice low and rough. "Claire, I’ve marked you. You’re mine."

I jolted awake.

The sky outside was already bright.

I looked toward the couch.

It was empty.

Ethan was gone.

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