What I saw was definitely not my high school sweetheart, well technically speaking ex-sweetheart. What I saw was the perfect reincarnation of a Greek god. His chiseled jaw was accentuated with a scruffy stubble. A barely there five o\'clock shadow. His hazel brown eyes, with the minute swirls of emerald pipings were complimented by the black rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The gorgeous mess of dark brown hair framed his cheekbones effortlessly. I didn\'t know that a man could be this beautiful, this virile. But what actually enthralled me was not only his appearance. It was the sheer dominance he carried with him. The intense aura of control and order. The way he made all the heads turn when he entered a room. Anyone closely observing me could notice my slightly labored breathing, my toes curled in anticipation and the momentary tightening of the grip around my glass of wine. But the possibility of someone noting me that scrupulously was of high doubt. After quite some while, in the good old nine years I felt conscious about how I looked.

*previously named ‘Badboy, His Secrets and My Heart’ *badboyxgoodgirl "I messed up a lot. I know. I said some pretty hateful thin-" "Very hateful things," she interjected.  "But all of them were spread in a spur of the moment," I admitted.  "Things like that do not just get said, until you have a vague idea of that deep within you," she told me, resigned.  "No, damn it. I really cannot even imagine those twisted stuff, how can have them deep within me? Scar, please believe me," I hated that my voice sounded so pleading.  "I do. I believe you a lot. My friends tell me not to. The logical part of my brain is saying the same but, here I am." "I know, Scar. When it comes to you, all sensibility and logic fades away for me." "I am sorry, pancakes. I really am," I added, moving closer. She did not flinch away, which made me confident. I reached up and palmed her cold cheek. She tensed but soon relaxed.  Go for it, Ethan! Now.  "I love you," I uttered without a second thought.

Werewolves? She lived a world where being mundane was rare. In a world where werewolves existed. In a world where werewolves ruled. In a world where they sought for their long lost maiden warrior. When the lost was found, she was not their warrior. She was their Queen.