Lover's Soul: Werewolf Sexy Romance (Biwole Wolves Book 2)

by JP Vasha

  When I'd been me, the real Carla Mill, I didn't look so good. I'd been of average height with mousy-brown hair I always put in a restraining bun, murky hazel eyes that were always covered by a pair of hideous glasses because I'd been half-blind, and full body, much on the fatter side. I'd been average, normal, unpretty, simply insignificant. People bumped into me because I was transparent. I had no charisma, no presence.

  Now, however, the situation was different. Khloe's body was that of a stunner. She had golden locks reaching just past the shoulders, sexy dark-brown eyes, sun-kissed skin, and while her height was as average as mine used to be, her figure was unbelievably gorgeous, with narrow waist, full hips, tight butt and perky breasts, Khloe Daniels was a southern bombshell, unlike Carla Mill, the plain, four-eyed, flat-chested girl.

  While the upgrade was a definite improvement, this body was still alien to me. I was trying to get used to being leered at and to have men flirt with me outrageously, but I was still shy yet.

  You know, you take care of my body better than I did, Khloe murmured in my mind, probably catching on my thoughts. She had a tendency to do that. What she didn't do was praising me about anything. Still, I didn't comment on it. My break was almost over and I needed to get my head back on track.

  Everyone in the neighborhood believed Khloe's family when they said Khloe was very ill and therefore didn't make any public appearance. A week after Khloe's "illness", she was suddenly healthy and well, walking around and being a happier person, because she faced death and realized that you only live once.

  All that was, of course, a lie. Khloe had killed herself by hanging herself in the shower, and her family held a private funeral, keeping everything hushed because they didn't want to face the humiliation of having a daughter dead because she committed suicide. Then Noreen found that resurrection magician and a week after Khloe's death, she was revived. Or rather, I was revived, and Khloe and her wolf were locked inside my mind.

  Khloe gave me a long lesson about who's who, and how her relationship worked with various of people. Since I was the one in charge of this body, I had to act like I knew everyone, like I was Khloe, but unfortunately I couldn't pretend having Khloe's Emo persona, since I wasn't that good of an actress, and so I acted like myself, like Carla, and said that my death experience changed me for the better. Since no one suspected that something as absurd as what had happened to us had happened, everyone embraced the "new" Khloe and live on as usual.

  There was one thing that worked in our favor; Khloe had been twenty-two when she committed suicide. I'd died twenty-two three years ago, according to a short research I'd done after our revival, and therefore I mainly had the state-of-mine of a twenty-two-year-old woman. Of course, I was a much happy-happy-joy-joy person than Khloe, but the fact remained that we had the same amount of maturity, at least in the aspects that counted such as financially and so on.

  I looked into the dark-brown eyes of my body in the reflection and slapped my cheeks. "Focus," I told myself in the voice that was, for some reason, mine. I would've thought that the voice was part of a person's body, that the vocal chords would remain the same, but apparently it didn't work like that. The body's voice was my voice. Khloe's voice was much more high-pitched than mine, and when she talked in my mind, I could hear it was 180 degrees different than mine. Magic was a strange thing.

  Shaking my head at myself, I walked out of the toilet and launched right back into work. I didn't know what Khloe's attitude toward waitering was, but mine was cheerful. I served the people with a big smile on my face, joked around with the younger ones, paid respect to the older ones, and chit-chatted with everyone else. It was fun, working like that. Khloe snorted at my enthusiasm.

  A few hours later, it was time to close the diner. Once that was done, Noreen walked into the diner and smiled at me with love I couldn't quite comprehend. "Sweetheart," she cooed and grabbed me into a hug full of affection. "I missed you."

  She hadn't seen me since this morning. "Hey, Mom," I said, already accustomed to call her that. "How was work?" While Jermey was the official manager of "Dance with the Daniels" diner, Noreen worked as a wedding/Mating Ceremony planner. From what I'd seen of her projects in the past five months, she was good at what she did, and was one of the most prestigious wedding planners in Houston.

  "It was great," she said, beckoning me to the exit without waiting for Jerm, since he always worked extra hours after the diner was closed, needing to take care of the paperwork and whatnot. "Max and Eugene looked lovely at the rehearsal," she sighed happily. "Eugene especially looked like the luckiest wolf in the world."

  Eugene was the beta of the Texas Pack. Since he found his mate – Max – it was a very big deal and their Mating Ceremony, which was due tomorrow, was rumored to be the biggest event after the Texas Pack alpha's Mating Ceremony a few years back. Everyone was invited, human and wolf, and Noreen was responsible for getting everything to be perfect, while Jerm was handling the catering, obviously.

  "Sounds great," I said, smiling brightly at Noreen. She beamed at me in return, so giddy she was almost like a small child.

  It's all pretense, Khloe said darkly in my mind. She's never really cared about anything but planning weddings and Mating Ceremonies, and by anything I mean me.

  Sometimes I imagined Khloe as a little devil sitting on my shoulder, like in those old cartoons. She was that delightful to have around. Knock it off, Khloe, I scolded her. Noreen loves you.

  No, she doesn't, she shot back just as I was beginning to walk with Noreen to her car. She loves her job more than even my father. The only people she does love are Candy and Catie.

  It was our daily argument. Khloe was adamant that Noreen had never liked her as she liked her sisters, and I always begged to differ. Because if Noreen didn't love Khloe, why did she go through all the trouble of using some mysterious magician and bring her back to life? No one would've done that if they didn't love the person.

  I gave the girl a mental sigh. Let's drop it for now.

  Gladly, she retorted venomously.

  Since Khloe didn't have a driving license, Noreen was the one who drove her everywhere, which I also used as an example for her motherly love. It was also inconvenient for me as Carla, because I actually used to have a driving license. Like I also used to have a college degree, unlike Khloe who didn't even bother going to university once she got her high-school diploma – which also had bad grades. At least I managed some Bs in my diploma. She barely scratched the C.

  Khloe and I were as different as night and day. It was quite a bummer, to say the least, that we were stuck together indefinitely.

  I prompted Noreen to talk about the upcoming Mating Ceremony tomorrow and she gladly obliged. She liked talking about her job and she got this glazed look in her brown eyes that made it evident she was in love with what she did. I couldn't help but concede a little that Khloe was right about one thing; Noreen held some disturbingly deep emotions toward her occupation.

  Once we got to the grand villa that was the Daniels' household, Noreen continue managing the Mating Ceremony in her office. I went to my bedroom, which was really a suite with private bathroom and a walk-in closet. The Daniels were well-off, obviously, and Khloe enjoyed many luxuries.

  When I asked her why she didn't leave home to get an apartment by herself, she said that it was easier staying in a place where someone else cooked for her, where she didn't have to pay for residency, and where she had her mother – aka the taxi driver – available 24/7. Another dissimilarity between Khloe and I: she was spoilt and dependent on her family, while I'd been anything but. Maybe it was because I'd grown up in an average family to an average life, when I'd done everything according to protocol; finish high-school, go to local, community college, and then work at something while managing my independency, I wouldn't know. But one thing was clear and it was that there were no girls as different as Khloe and I.

  After I finished getting ready to bed, I took a seat on the queen-sized bed and c
losed my eyes. Let's try to shift again.

  Khloe groaned in my mind. It didn't work for the past five months we've been trying. What makes you think it'll work now?

  We mustn't give up, Khloe, I responded stubbornly. The wolf is part of this body whether it's detached from your soul or not. We have to keep trying or the wolf will suffocate. After the revival, I did a research about werewolves since in my previous life I'd been Carla Mill, the most average human you would've encountered. Now I was playing Khloe Daniels, daughter to a rich family of werewolves, and I had to be knowledgable of my current race if I wanted to slip under the suspicious radar. So in my research I found that if a werewolf didn't shift into its wolf form for more than a couple of months, it can cause severe damage to the wolf and vise versa.

  Unfortunately, ever since the revival I wasn't able to shift into the wolf form, which frustrated the wolf's soul that resided in my mind alongside Khloe. Khloe thought it was because her soul and the wolf's soul were split up that the wolf couldn't come outside, and of course there was the issue of me, a human, holding the control over the body.

  Still, I was determined. I wouldn't give up and I wouldn't let the poor wolf suffer because of my inability to somehow let the reins go.

  Prepare to failure, Khloe murmured ominously. It's doomed from the start and you know it.

  Stop being so pessimistic and let yourself believe for once, I told her. Her gloomy personality was really rubbing me the wrong way.

  Whatever, she scoffed. I hated her scoffs. They were supremely annoying. Taking a deep, harsh breath, I forced myself to clear my mind from Khloe's dark notions fill it with my own determined ones. Then I searched for the wolf's soul.

  For the past five months, the wolf didn't make so much of a sound. She cowered in the back of my mind, her head lowered submissively, and refused to answer to my pleas for her to take over and shift. But, while her lack of cooperation was possibly hindering, I didn't give up. I refused to give up.

  Come on, little wolf, I whispered to that broken, lonely soul. I can only imagine how much you want to be out there, playing in the grass, running through the woods, feeling the wind brushing against your fur. You can have all that if you trust me and help me work through this body and make the shift occur.

  The wolf whimpered, cowering even more to the corner. Told you, Khloe said triumphantly.

  I ignored her. It's okay to trust me, little wolf. I won't hurt you. I'm trying to help you.

  This time, the wolf didn't even bother to comment. She was curled into herself, her soul blocking me from trying to reach her again, and my heart broke at that mental sight. I sighed, opened my eyes, and lay down on the bed. "Why doesn't she want to shift?" I mumbled aloud, grimacing.

  Because she knows you're not the true owner of this body, Khloe replied. And she's still crippled by the fact she and I aren't one anymore.

  I'd pondered that for a long time. How come Khloe and her wolf were not one anymore? Why did the split occurred? Why was I even sucked into this body to begin with? But no answers ever came, because the man who'd brought us from the dead was long gone. I'd actually tried to call him after I found the number in Noreen's cellphone, but it didn't even ring, just reached the voicemail. There wasn't anyone I could ask these questions.

  Sighing again, I pulled the blanket over me and curled to my side. This day was just as any other day of these past five months. Life was mundane and plain, not to mention even more boring than my previous life had been. I was still at a dead-end with the entire resurrection thing, and I was still unable to shift into a wolf, which was crippling the wolf more and more with every day that passed. For everyone else, life was going on as usual; Jerm was making food and running a diner for a living, Noreen was planning big weddings and Mating Ceremonies, and other people did what they usually did.

  Then there was me, a human soul trapped in a werewolf's body, the impostor of Khloe Daniels the suicidal rich girl.

  The void was starting to look better than ever.

  Chapter Two

  I adored Khloe's body. She could wear a sack of potatoes and look gorgeous. Now, though, I didn't wear a potato sack, oh no, I wore a maxi, airy peach-colored dress that looked slightly Greek with the rope belt that hugged my waist. Also, the dress exposed an infinity tattoo I hadn't noticed before at the small of my back, thanks to the deep back cleavage.

  Why infinity? I asked as I checked the tattoo in the mirror in my room. Isn't it a bit cliché?

  It might be, but it means a lot to me, Khloe answered a little bitterly.

  Would you care to elaborate? I prompted, truly curious.

  For some reason, Khloe fell silent. That was intriguing. Khloe usually didn't mind explaining stuff, but on this one she was silent. I decided not to push her, though. If she ever wanted to tell me, she was more than welcome to. Because while I didn't exactly like her, we were still stuck in this body together.

  Shrugging it off, I turned around so I could look at my front. My hair was carefully braided an rested on my shoulder, making me look angelic. Since I wasn't really into makeup, I didn't know how to apply it correctly, so I'd asked Catie, the second big sister, to apply it to me. She was surprised at the request since Khloe, apparently, knew how to apply makeup better than anyone else, but I told her that I was so excited my hands shook, and she somehow bought it. It shocked me every time all over again how Khloe's family didn't really know her that they believe my personality was hers. Sure, I still believed they loved her, but they never bothered unearthing the true Khloe, and that saddened me. Because while Khloe wasn't the perfect girl, she was still a person worth knowing, especially by her family.

  You begin understanding why I ended my life, Khloe's voice was tinged with grim satisfaction. It took you five months, but as the saying goes, better now than never.

  I sighed as I grabbed the gold loop earrings and began attaching them to my ears. I still think they love you, Khloe, I told her. But I'm not oblivious. It's pretty obvious they love the person they think you are.

  You've just said it! she exclaimed. The love the Khloe they made up in their head! They don't love me!

  What I was trying to say is that they never really got to know the real you, therefore they couldn't love you, I elucidated. What Khloe didn't know and refused to even ask about, was that I knew what it was like not to be loved, to be truly ignored by your family. But I didn't mention it, because we were living in Khloe's world now. I had different parents now, and not to mention I had siblings, something I didn't have in my previous life. It was all about Khloe, so much so that there was no place for Carla.

  Once I finished clasping the earrings in their rightful place, I put on a matching, simple golden necklace made of gold chain and a beautiful yellow topaz as a pendant. That done, I was finally ready for the Mating Ceremony.

  Noreen and Jermey were waiting in the lounge with Khloe's sisters. Noreen looked good in a beige pencil suit and matching heels, her blonde hair flowing down her back in soft waves and her blue eyes shining with excitement. Next to her, Jerm wore a plain black tux with a beige tie, to match his wife's clothing, his dark hair glistening with gel and his dark eyes weary.

  Then there was Candy and Catie. Much like Khloe, those two were quite the bombshells; Candy, the oldest Daniels sister, inherited their mother's blue eyes and their father's dark hair, and it made her look like a supermodel. With her tall, curvaceous figure, the sun-kissed skin and the light-blue maxi tight dress she was wearing, she looked nothing like her true age of thirty. Catie herself was just as beautiful, with tousled dark hair, sexy dark eyes and slender figure draped in a slutty red mini-dress, which she rocked with her narrow waist and long legs.

  Next to Candy stood her mate, Borris McFee. He was a respectful werewolf in the Texas Pack, being the alpha, Alfonso Jennings' personal lawyer. He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, especially wearing suit like he did now, his sandy-brown hair cropped close to his scalp and his eyes a luminous Shell of turquoise.


  This family wasn't just a stunner, but also successful. Luxury reeked off these people.

  I couldn't help but think of my own family and compare the two. My father was a plain, lanky human working at a shipping company and writing philosophical articles in his free time for extra cash. My mother was a short, mousy woman who worked as an English teacher at a local high-school back in Amarillo. I had no siblings, and my parents didn't attend prestigious weddings or Mating Ceremonies. We'd been an average, insignificant family. And then I died.

  Now who's being gloomy, Khloe murmured smugly.

  Ignoring her, I plastered a big smile on my face. "I'm ready!" I called to these wealthy people I now called family.

  Candy gave me a big smile. "Looking good, little sis," she complimented, giving me a teasing shoulder-bump. "Trying to catch some guy's eye tonight?"

  Catie giggled and put an arm around my shoulders. "Of course she is," she gave me a teasing grin, "Khloe's always on the prowl."

  I chuckled, uncomfortable. Khloe had told me she used to sleep around with men, and I knew I was expected to behave flirtatiously like she did, but it wasn't in me to do so. Heck, when I'd been me, boys were the last thing on my mind. I'd been a shy virgin who didn't want or need a boyfriend, and that was just fine with me. I wasn't going to change my ways now just because it would pacify the image of Khloe this family had in mind. In fact, by changing Khloe's ways, I might prove to her that her family truly loved her.

  After a few more teasing, it was time to go. We all settled inside Jerm's BMW jeep and drove to the hall in which the Mating Ceremony was held.

  A lot of people were already there when we arrived. Appetizers and champagne were served, and the family disbanded, each going to mingle and meet people they knew. Is there anyone I should greet? I asked Khloe. It was the first event I attended since the revival and from what I knew, Khloe didn't exactly have any friends or acquaintances. She was a lone-wolf, literally and figuratively. Still, werewolves were, by nature, social creatures, lone-wolf or not, and she might have someone she used to be friendly with.