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Blackthorn 66

Blackthorn 66

Chapter 66 

Lisa’s POV 

Warmth. 

That was the first thing I felt when I slowly opened my eyes. Sunlight poured in through the large window, casting golden stripes across the sheets. I blinked sleepily. My body was nestled against something firm 

and warm. 

It was Rylan. 

His arm was wrapped protectively around my waist. His face was buried against the crook of my neck. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. His hair was tousled and lips slightly parted. 

He looked… peaceful. And heartbreakingly beautiful. 

I watched him quietly. My heart was fluttering in my chest. 

Last night came rushing back. 

His touch. His kisses. The way he held me like I meant something. Like I was his whole world. 

I had given him something I had never given anyone before. He had taken my virginity. 

Sierra whispered gently, “He was gentle with us and kind. You felt safe. That is what matters.” 

It does, I whispered back. 

But now, with the morning light washing over us, I couldn’t help the nervous flutter in my stomach. 

How was I supposed to act around him now? 

Would everything go back to normal, or had something changed? 

I shifted slightly. 

Rylan stirred. 

His lashes fluttered, and then those warm brown eyes opened slowly. For a few seconds, he just blinked up at me. There was a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked so adorably sleepy that my heart did a little flip. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. 

“Morning,” I whispered, my voice embarrassingly soft. 

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then to my cheek, and finally, he kissed me full on the lips. The kiss was gentle, warm and just enough to leave me breathless. 

“You’re in a good mood,” I said. I was giggling as he pulled back just enough to look at me. 

“How could I not be?” he replied with a grin. “I woke up with the most beautiful woman in my arms. You 

 

think I’m not going to enjoy every second of that?” 

I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my smile. “You’re such a flirt.” 

“And you like it,” he said confidently. 

Cam 

He sat up and stretched with a groan. The sheet slipped down his body and I immediately turned away, covering my eyes with my hands. 

“Seriously?” he laughed. “You’re hiding from me? After last night?” 

“It’s different in the daylight!” I squeaked. “I’m not used to this, okay?” 

He walked toward me with that wolfish smirk that made me weak every time. “What, my body? Or waking 

up in my bed after an amazing night with the man of your dreams?” 

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He caught it easily and tossed it aside. 

“You’re not shy with me when the lights are off,” he teased and crossed his arms. “But suddenly I get 

sunshine Lisa and she’s all flustered?” 

I buried my face in the sheets. “You’re impossible.” 

“And you’re adorable when you blush.” 

He stepped even closer. The floor was creaking softly beneath his bare feet. “Come take a bath with me.” 

“No, thank you,” I said quickly. “You go. I’ll join you later.” 

“Wrong answer,” he said. He was already pulling back the covers. 

“Rylan!” I squealed. I grabbed the sheet and held it to my chest. 

He leaned down and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. “You’re seriously shy now? Lisa, come on. After the way you moaned my name last night, I thought we were past this.” 

My entire face turned crimson. “Stop teasing me!” 

“I will never stop,” he said proudly. “Not when you’re this cute.” 

I hid my face in his shoulder as he carried me toward the bathroom. 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I muttered. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” 

He set me down gently in the bathroom and kissed the tip of my nose. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.” 

And he did. 

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t wild. It was soft, full of whispered words and feather-light touches. There was laughter between kisses, teasing and warmth that wrapped around my heart like a blanket. 

We didn’t need grand declarations. 

 

We just needed each other. 

Chas 

Later, I stood in front of the vanity. I was brushing my damp hair while Rylan was adjusting the collar of his shirt. He looked unfairly good for someone who had just spent hours tangled up in bed with me. 

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder. “I have a meeting which I can’t get out of,” he said reluctantly. “But the second it’s done, I’m all yours.” 

“Are you always this charming?” I asked and turned slightly to look at him. 

He kissed my neck. “Only for you.” 

I leaned into him. “Okay. But I’m holding you to that.” 

“You better,” he said. He stepped back and picked up his watch. Then he came over one more time and cupped my face in his hands. 

He kissed my forehead. “My love,” he murmured. 

The words made my breath catch. My heart raced. 

I nodded. “Be safe.” 

“I will.” He gave me one last wink before leaving and closed the door softly behind him. 

And just like that, the room felt a little colder without him in it. But my heart was glowing. 

I had never felt so wanted, so cherished. 

This was what it meant to be seen and loved. 

I took a deep breath. My cheeks were still warm from everything that had happened. 

Sierra? I whispered. 

Her voice was calm. You’re happy. I like seeing you like this. 

I nodded. Me too. 

I got dressed and stepped out into the hallway. Just as I turned the corner, I spotted Alexandra. 

She was walking quickly. It seemed as if she was in a rush. Her expression was tight and unreadable. 

“Alexandra!” I called. 

She paused but didn’t look thrilled to see me. “Hey, Lisa. I’m kind of in a hurry.” 

I walked closer. “I wanted to talk to you. Just for a second.” 

She looked at her watch. “Can it wait? I’m really late.” 

I frowned. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You know that, right? You’re like a sister to me. I can help.” 

My hand gently touched her arm. 

 

Her body stiffened. Her eyes flickered, just for a second, with something that looked like panic. 

“No,” she said too quickly. “There’s nothing wrong. Really.” 

She tried to smile but it didn’t reach her eyes. 

And I knew. 

Something was definitely wrong. 

But she wouldn’t tell me. 

She stepped back. “I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” 

I nodded slowly. “Okay. Be safe.” 

She turned and walked away briskly. 

I stood still for a second, debating. 

Sierra whispered, Follow her. 

I moved quickly down the hall and spotted one of the guards. “I need your help. Can you drive me 

somewhere? Now?” 

He straightened. “Of course.” 

We got into one of the black SUVS and I pointed to Alexandra’s retreating car. 

“We’re following her. Keep a distance. I don’t want her to know.” 

He nodded. 

My hands tightened around the seat. 

Where was she going? 

And what was she hiding? 

Something in my gut told me… I was about to find out. 

 

 

Blackthorn

Blackthorn

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Status: Ongoing Type:
Blackthorn

“The Wolf Who Couldn’t Shift”


1. The Outcast of Nightshade Pack

Lisa had always been the outcast of her own home — a wolf without a wolf.

In the Nightshade Pack, turning twenty-one meant power, dominance, and pride. Every werewolf her age had already shifted, embracing their animal half. But Lisa hadn’t. Her wolf had never emerged.

Because of that, she was treated as an anomaly, a failure, and a source of shame.
Her parents ignored her. The pack ridiculed her. Even her own blood — her beautiful, perfect sister Roxanne — made her life a living nightmare.

Roxanne was everything Lisa wasn’t: strong, admired, and loved. The perfect daughter. The shining jewel of the family. And to make matters worse, Roxanne was dating Kael Blackthorn, the Alpha’s son — a man everyone respected and desired.

For Lisa, that was the final reminder of her insignificance. Every time she saw them together, it only highlighted the chasm between their worlds.


2. A Celebration That Wasn’t Hers

That night was Roxanne’s birthday, and their mother had transformed their home into a grand venue — lights, laughter, and music filled the air. Roxanne had been gifted a stunning red gown, handpicked by their mother, while Lisa was given a single task: serve the guests.

No one remembered Lisa’s birthday a few months ago. No cake. No presents. No “happy birthday.” Her parents had said it plainly before — Roxanne came first.
Lisa was simply expected to sacrifice and stay silent.

Still, she wanted to look decent. She chose a modest navy-blue dress, applied light makeup, and promised herself she wouldn’t let the night break her.

But the universe — or rather, Roxanne — had other plans.


3. Sister Cruelty

The door burst open, and Roxanne walked in like a queen entering a servant’s quarters. Her crimson lips curved into a smirk.

“What are you doing? You should be downstairs, not wasting time,” she sneered.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Lisa replied softly, trying to keep her calm.

Roxanne’s eyes glinted with malice. Without warning, she snatched Lisa’s face cream from the dresser and poured it all over her dress.

Lisa gasped as the thick cream soaked through the fabric, staining it completely.

“Roxanne!” she cried, panic and disbelief trembling in her voice. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re embarrassing,” Roxanne replied coldly. “You think dressing up will make people notice you? No one cares what you look like, Lisa. You’re nothing but a burden.”

Tears blurred Lisa’s vision as she ran downstairs, desperate for justice. But when she told their mother what had happened, she was met with scorn.

“Roxanne would never do that,” her mother said sharply. “Stop making excuses. Go change and get back to work.”

And there Roxanne stood beside her, smug and triumphant, watching Lisa break in silence.


4. The Invisible Sister

Lisa changed into an old, faded dress — dull and shapeless.
When she finally entered the main hall, guests were already laughing and drinking, the music echoing through the night.

She moved quietly among them, balancing trays and forcing smiles. She served drinks, ignored whispers, and endured Roxanne’s cruel jokes.

One of Roxanne’s friends gave Lisa a small, pitying smile.
“Oh, you must be Lisa, right? Roxanne’s sister?”

Before Lisa could answer, Roxanne appeared and laughed loudly.
“Don’t bother talking to her! She’s just the help tonight — our little maid.”

Her friends giggled, glancing at Lisa like she was a joke.
“She’s really your sister?” one asked. “She doesn’t even look like she belongs here.”

“She doesn’t,” Roxanne said proudly. “She’s an embarrassment to the family.”

The laughter burned like fire in Lisa’s ears. But she didn’t fight back.
She had learned long ago that silence hurt less than hope.


5. The Alpha’s Arrival

Suddenly, the noise died down. All eyes turned toward the entrance.

The Alpha, Luna, and their son Kael Blackthorn — Roxanne’s boyfriend — had arrived. Their presence demanded respect, their aura commanding silence.

Kael was striking — tall, dark-haired, eyes sharp and unreadable. Power radiated from him effortlessly.
He walked straight to Roxanne, pulling her into his arms, kissing her in front of everyone.

The crowd cheered. Roxanne basked in the attention like it was her birthright.

Lisa’s stomach twisted. Not out of jealousy — but from the ache of being so invisible even to those who shared her blood.

“Lisa!” Roxanne called, her tone dripping with authority. “Bring drinks for me and Kael.”

Lisa obeyed. She returned with a tray of crystal glasses, keeping her head down. But when she approached, she felt his gaze.

Kael was watching her.

“Is that your sister?” he asked, his voice low and deep. “What’s her name? I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

Roxanne laughed, tightening her arm around him.
“Oh, don’t bother. She’s not important. Just the family failure. Focus on me.”

Then she kissed him again — possessive, showy, territorial.


6. The Breaking Point

Something inside Lisa snapped.

For years, she had swallowed humiliation, endured cruelty, and told herself it didn’t matter. But as she stood there, watching her sister claim everything — their parents’ love, the pack’s respect, even Kael’s attention — something deep within her stirred.

Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was pain. Maybe it was the first stirrings of the wolf she thought she’d never have.

But it was there — hot, alive, awake.

She placed the tray down calmly, ignoring Roxanne’s voice calling after her.
She walked away — past the laughter, past the whispers, past every face that had ever looked at her with pity.

They could laugh. They could mock.
But one day, they would see.


7. A Shift Waiting to Happen

As the night went on, Lisa slipped quietly outside. The cool air hit her face, carrying the scent of pine and moonlight.

The party’s laughter echoed behind her, but she barely heard it. Her heart pounded with a strange rhythm, her blood burning beneath her skin.

Something was happening — a pull in her soul, a whisper in her bones.

She tilted her head toward the moon, feeling its glow on her skin.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel weak. She felt something ancient stirring inside her, clawing to be free.

Maybe her wolf wasn’t gone.
Maybe it had just been waiting — for the moment Lisa stopped begging to be seen, and started seeing herself.


8. The Beginning of Change

Inside, the celebration continued. Roxanne laughed, oblivious to the storm brewing.

Kael’s eyes flicked toward the window where Lisa stood in the moonlight. For a brief second, something unreadable crossed his expression — curiosity, or maybe recognition.

He didn’t know it yet. None of them did.
But the quiet, invisible girl they had mocked all her life was about to become something far greater than any of them could imagine.

Because sometimes, the wolves who are late to shift…
Are the ones destined to lead the pack.

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