Here is an update and sneak preview of Irresistible:

I want to thank you all for your reviews, PMs, and favorites/follows/etc! Before you have a heart attack, THIS IS A GOOD UPDATE! I am working on it! Things are going to be very different. Aging will be different as well as the overall story line. The first portion of the rough draft briefly explains. I will flesh out this first chapter later, but I feel like y'all have been waiting on an update for so long...

Here we go! Here's the rough draft

Chapter One: The First Transformation

"Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile

I just followed my scent, you can follow my smile"

-Fall Out Boy ft. Demi Lovato

Year of 1925

It was the Roaring Twenties. The air was full of jazz music. Everywhere you turned people were dancing, swinging, and living life. Art was blooming and soldiers were back home with their loved ones. Prohibition was in full effect and underground speakeasies were around every corner, as long as you knew where to look.

A cool breeze carried the music through the air, a young woman making her way through the small town of Barden. The night was loud and busy. The streets were dimly lit as she walked. The brunette moved in silence, taking in the sounds of jazz music and cheer around her.

As she walked forward, her heart was heavy and full of regret. Happiness wasn't something that she had felt in some time. After being forced into a marriage to a man she had no feelings for, Beca felt nothing more than sorrow. It weighed heavy on her soul, like as if she had killed someone. In a sense, it had killed her on the inside. Married to Thomas Lee was a burden she had not wanted to bear, but her parents demanded it.

Her husband, a cop, had a stakeout on a gang rumored to be in town. Calling her father-figure and best friend, they had agreed to meet at The University. Ben Mitchell, a good man, had taken her under his wing. It had been nice to have someone care about her. He knew her secret and she knew his. They had a mutual understanding that she had come to cherish more than anything. With him, she could be herself.

Tonight...however...he said that this was their last meeting. He had a proposal for her that he had claimed that she wouldn't want to turn away from. So, naturally, Beca was curious about his offer. What could he possibly have to offer that would make this worthwhile? Her heart was racing as she reached her destination. From the front of it, it looked like a promising building. One that held books and appeared as if it was to sculpt minds.

Approaching the gentleman at the counter, the brunette smiled and nodded once. He immediately changed his demeanor and pushed a bookshelf behind him open. The blond told her to have a good time and motioned for her to get on her way. Beca laughed and moved past him, going down the spiral staircase. The music became louder and the sound of laughter rang in her ears, like a sweet siren song. She could hear everyone singing and dancing. Opening a velvet curtain, the young woman immediately felt her heart light with a fire that she had been missing since her marriage.

Noticing Benjamin at the bar, the older gentleman had a cup of whiskey in his hand. Walking over, she placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. He didn't even jump, sparing her from his facade. Motioning for her to sit down, he pulled the barstool out for him. Laughing, the woman sat down on the barstool and ordered herself a whiskey for herself.

"So...what was this offer that you had for me, Ben," Beca questioned, watching as the bartender poured her drink.

"Well," the gray-brunette replied, his tone serious. "I offer you what I have…"

Laughing, Beca couldn't imagine him being serious. However, her laughter faded after a moment. He had not joined her, which meant that he was not joking. What could she even respond to it? She had a life here and not one that could deal with the chaos of what he was offering. Her stormy blue eyes locked with his cerulean ones.

"In what world would becoming a werewolf solve my problems," the young woman whispered harshly. "That would be the opposite of solving them. It would be adding to them."

"Listen to me before shutting the idea down," he growled, his eyes shifting to their fluorescent blue. "My pack, The Dawnguard Pack, is leaving tonight. Your husband seems to think that we are a gang. It means that we need to get out of dodge before he makes up some charge on us. You'd be under the protection of the pack. We have unlimited funds that we've built up over the years. We could go wherever. You could be free…"

"You mean…" she asked, hope rising in her tone.

"No more pretending to be a straight dame," he laughed, whispering to her. "No more husband that you hate. Soren, the Alpha, is a great guy. He's a charmer and definitely has his fair share of suitors. Both guys and dolls. Soren doesn't discriminate. I've told him about you. He's willing to welcome you into the pack. Protected from persecution."

"What's the cost," the brunette questioned, finally seeing her whiskey in front of her.

"Easy," Ben declared, his blue eyes returning to their human state. "All you have to do is accept the curse of the wolf, obey the code, and live your life. Those are the only conditions. Other than that, you're free to do as you please."

"That's it," Beca was honestly shocked. She had expected several rules governing this transaction. However, so far, there was nothing keeping her from saying yes.

"That's it," he nodded. "It'll hurt like hell in the beginning, but over the years, it'll be nothing more than a second thought."

She, in that moment, had never wanted for anything more. The brunette nodded and agreed to the terms. Her heart was racing, but not for bad reasons. This time, she was excited and ready to go. Taking her whiskey in her hand, she smiled a genuine smile for the first time in two years. She raised her glass and immediately took a sip.

"I'm ready for freedom," Beca replied, a tear falling from her right eye. "I need this…"

"Very well," Benjamin answered, getting up from his stool. "Let's go. I will be your sire. That means, we'll be family."

Beca agreed to that. The older gentleman had been like a father to her since her parents lacked compassion and wanted only for money. Pawned her off to the wealthiest man that they could find. He was heir to a massive fortune, which she had been entitled to upon a natural death. The young brunette had not desired the fortune, but her parents had.

"Now, any requests on your part," the werewolf stated, taking his first steps without her.

"I want to keep my first and middle name," she declared sternly. "Now, as for my last name, my parents didn't care for me. My marriage was forced upon me. However, there is a last name I can live with for the rest of my life."

"What name is that," Ben asked.

"Mitchell," she replied honestly.

"Very well," the graying brunette agreed, smiling softly. "My daughter should have my last name."

Present Time

Coming back home to Barden, she had such terrible memories of the place. Benjamin had called her home after being away for 90 years. The pack had decided to make their way back to the Georgia town. Her sire had gotten a job with Barden University, having a doctorate from Harvard. He had gone back to college to obtain his degree in 1972, most of his classmates curious as to why someone so old had decided to go back.

Beca had been in the stands, cheering for the one man that she cared for. The rest of the pack, of course, had been there for the Beta out of obligation. The brunette, however, couldn't be more proud of him. That's where he had met Sheila Rogers, a human professor. They had, after he graduated, gone out on a few dates and loved her immensely. Feelings grew and finally, two years later, got married. He had revealed to her that he was a werewolf. She hadn't flinched when he had shifted before her into a massive beast.

The brunette had come up with the nickname step-monster as a joke with Sheila. The three had become a family. Living together for about six years before Beca flew the nest and started to travel the world. The younger wolf had wanted nothing more than to see what she had missed all those years. It became cathartic for the brunette, being so free after all those years in captivity in the 1920's.

Now, the year was 2015. Beca Mitchell had been given an ultimatum from Soren. It was either be exiled or go back to college to get her degree. It was something less than agreeable, but she had no choice in the matter. Being a part of the pack meant much more than her sanity, plus she would get to see her sire again after a year apart.