TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (read after TXT) 📕

little but packed a big punch. Devon tried a couple of times to impart the nickname of cherry bomb upon me, but I was never a fan of that term. Thus he opted to call me his "little firecracker" instead, which I didn't mind as much. It was a special term of endearment that Devon would use, mostly in the bedroom, but it stuck.

Devon Montgomery and I have been together for a little over three years, not too long after turning 21. I had just completed my final semester at the U of M and was blowing off steam with my then BFF, Jay Sommers. It was New Year's Eve. Jay and I were going to celebrate at some upscale, ultra-elite night club that he happened to score VIP passes for, due to his job as an assistant to the assistant producer for some indie film that had just wrapped up its shoot. Since opportunities like this didn't usually come around too often, I totally jumped at the chance of indulging myself in a little fun and innocent flirting with the elite patrons of such an exclusive establishment. Having a VIP pass was the cherry on top.

I was joining Jay as his plus one for the evening, which made for a fabulous time. I had been busting my ass for the last three and a half years, with a full class load, just so that I could graduate a semester sooner. I had been studying for a degree in Sports Physical Therapy, so I deserved to let loose for once – and boy did I ever. This night is where I discovered my love for the Cosmo and the deliciously sinful Devon Montgomery.

That was the night when everything in my life changed.

That was the night when I learned that the creatures that existed in movies and romance novels were actually real.

That was the night when I happened to meet my illustrious Alpha man.

For me, it was lust at first sight; I was a bit tipsy. But, for Devon, it was more than that. He once told me that the moment he saw me, his wolf howled so loudly within the confines of his mind, scratching to get at his mate, that it was all Devon could do not to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder all caveman-like and make me his right then and there. Luckily, Devon was a lot more subtle than that, though. I'm not too sure how I would have taken to being flung over his massive broad shoulders, considering we had literally just set eyes on each other. But that was Devon; he was an Alpha and had no qualms about taking what was his, which admittedly, I was.

Chapter 2

Sammie's POV

At the beginning of our life together, it took a long time for me to get acclimated to the whole wolf pack lifestyle, even more so since I was always around a bunch of testoserony (my word it fits) ruffians, who were his pack members. But I was consumed with Devon. I knew that if he were with me, I could endure anything. So after some time, eventually, his pack actually warmed up to me. I was happy we could all get along, mainly because our relationship went from zero to sixty in mere moments. Even though everything supernatural was new to me, I adapted and accepted it with an open mind. Not to say I didn't freak out at first cuz, I mean, yeah - I'm human and all. But I got past it, especially when I found out that my BFF Dasha was actually a witch. Who knew?

I immediately became a permanent fixture at the packhouse. The concept of obtaining a job in the profession I studied for all my college career got tossed onto the back burner. I tried to find little things to keep myself busy, but it was generally a failure since I am human, and I wasn't really familiar with their culture. Sometimes, I was able to use my training to help Devon andhis pack members in the event of an injury. Although, I think they only asked me for help to humor their alpha's mate because their healing is actually like a zillion times faster than normal humans. But it was sweet none the less.

I can honestly say life with Dev for the first couple of years were the best of times for me. They may not have been perfect, but then again, what is?

I was happy with what we had. Granted, there was the occasional incident with jealous she-wolves who had felt I was not deserving of Dev, but he, his Beta, and Gamma would always have my back. Yeah, sometimes I'd feel insecure that I couldn't stand up to those she-hulks that wanted to gnaw on my neck like a KFC chicken bone, but I knew it was merely par for the course. Devon would always reassure me that I was his and he was mine and that once we completed the mating ceremony, the Moon Goddess would bless me with my own wolf. I was both excited and nervous at the prospect of becoming a werewolf and hoped I would be one strong enough to make Devon proud to have by his side.

So, I tolerated the jealousy and glares of many, many rivals for the affections of my Alpha mate as time passed on,

and on,

and on ...

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Despite being together these few years, I can honestly say even with the mate bond we supposedly share. I am still human. Of course, Devon had stopped showing any sense of urgency when it came to actually mark me as his official mate and Luna.

I think his hesitance was when everything started to go to hell in a handbasket between us. It was his rejection towards changing me and bonding us together, in the most literal sense, within his high maintenance world, that would inevitably be