Novels by Jessie Davis

"Alpha," the elders all state and come to attention as Eryn and I disembark from the sitting room. I glance at Nyko apologeticly and he nods his head to acknowledge my unspoken apology."Alpha, we must send the girl back. We have war waiting at our borders," Alito speaks demandingly and anger flashes in my eyes at him."We will not send our Luna away!" I command. "Sire, she cannot be our Luna, she is of Brinshire, she is not one of us!" he speaks up with a waver to his voice. "But, Alito, she is our Luna. The bond is complete. She is the fated mate to our Alpha and law states that the fated or chosen mate of our Alpha is our Luna," Nyko recites matter of factly, as he glances at me. Alito huffs then dismisses himself from the group. The other Elders smile warmly and greet Eryn as their newfound Luna. Nyko motions to me to step to the side for a word. "Yes, Nyko," I ask when we are far enough from the others."Sire, I have sent word to our General to ready our scouts with the possib

"Peace!" I hear the word come from his mouth. At the sound, I feel the hope of centuries of fighting coming to an end. Peace between the packs, it actually seemed possible.I look up at him and feel the pull within me. Then, there is something else, a heat that begins from deep within and pulses outward. I am overcome with the fire that is threatening to set me ablaze. I see his eyes light up as a flame ignites deep in them. His breath hitches and I can feel the magnetism expand. Then his lips are on mine again, this time it is deeper and more demanding. He is in lust for me, but I am also for him. I want him.We deepen the kiss as his hands find my hair, pulling me hard into his kiss. I can feel his tongue skim my teeth as I explore his mouth, as well. He drops one hand from my head and begins to run it down my side to my hip. I wrap my fingers in his hair and pull him closer. Suddenly, he wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me onto his lap. His breath becomes hotter on my face

"Impossible," I hear Abel mutter under his breath. Then I hear him in my mind, 'How?' "How, indeed," I say out loud. Suddenly, Abel turns and dismisses us from the Elders' council. We briskly walk into the mansion where he lets my hand go in the middle of the den. He looks flustered as he runs his hands through his blond hair. I am in amazement myself. "I thought you could only find one soulmate? You lost yours and Asher is mine, how is this possible?" I ask, trying to prompt a response from him. "I don't know," he dismisses my question as he reaches for a book on the shelf of the wall. I sit on a dark burgundy couch as I watch him thumb through the book. He finishes the book and throws it on the nearby desk as he reaches for another. I am lost in thought, is this really happening? Could I have been mistaken? Was Asher truly my soulmate or had I made the wrong assumption? No, he was it! He had to have been! He was in lust for me, which is normal for

I lay on a huge bed, the softest bed I have ever felt in a lavish room after Abel gave me the grand tour of this great Winchester mansion. He insisted that I get cleaned up before lunch, so I did. Now it has been about an hour, and I can't help but worry about Abel's intentions. Is he really wanting to help me? Or is he using me by pardoning me from execution? Or is the execution just postponed? A million questions circle in my mind when suddenly, there is a tapping at the bedroom door. "Eryn? Lunch is ready," I hear Abel's voice through the door. I jump up, ready for food and hoping for insight of his plans. Opening the door, Abel stands up straight and smiles at me. He turns and offers his elbow as if it is some honor to escort me, a rouge Brinshire she-wolf, to lunch. Desperate for food and answers, I take his arm and let him lead me to the dining room. We eat lunch, me hocking every bite down like a starving pup who hadn't eaten in a week, while Abel sits quietly sipping on a cu

I watch as he walks into the room. He is tall and very handsome. His bright blue eyes are striking with his tan complexion and light blond hair. His features are delicate but set sternly upon his face. I feel the wave of authority wash over me as I stand in this room with my wrists in handcuffs in front of me. I know that this is the Alpha of the Winchester white wolves. I fall to my knees fearing that in an attempt to keep peace between the packs, he may send me back to Brinshire. I am their Luna, after all and Asher is desperate to keep me for some reason. I wouldn't put it past him to threaten Winchester with war if I am not returned to him. I begin pleading with this Alpha to kill me instead. I can't let him send me back and I know that breaking the treaty is grounds for execution. Which would be better than going back to Asher, especially now that I have accepted him in fear. Suddenly, amidst my pleas, he kneels down and comforts me. His hand on my shoulder is a

"Alpha." I turn from the window to see one of the Elders, Nyko, standing in my doorway. "What should we do with the Brinshire girl?" The Brinshire girl. I found her last night on my monthly patrol. Being an Alpha with no active Luna and no heirs, the Elders rarely let me do patrols along our borders. However, when the Great Mother is at her fullest, I go. Unlike most months, this patrol, would change everything. I came across her, this black wolf, just inside our territory. As I jumped at her, I caught a glimpse into her gold eyes and could see fear. No, I felt her fear deep within my core. I glanced around to realize that her fear was not of me but rather, of her pack that had stopped at their border. She had crossed our boundaries, committed treason which is punishable by death. I should have killed her where she stood, but instead, curiosity struck me. Why would this Brinshire wolf commit such open treason to escape her pack? Surely, she should kno

I woke up feeling sore and I had mixed feelings about my most recent dream. I now knew that Laylan had snuck out more than one night and met a man, but not just any man, a man that seemed somewhat familiar to me. I kept wondering how he was so familiar. They had made love! What had happened between them? How many more times did they meet?Question after question ran in my mind as I sat in my bed thinking.I lifted the covers and felt the stiffness in my arms. There were bruises, massive bruises that looked like huge handprints. I knew inside why they were there but I didn't want to admit it. I had encountered a demon, a very powerful demon. I lifted up on my feet and walked to the shower, glimpsing in the mirror as I did. I half expected to see that demon again but instead, I saw a flash of white, then red within a second it was back to my normal. I squinted my eyes at my reflection, trying to figure out what I had just seen.After my shower, I got on with the housework and sat down t

Laylan walked hastily toward her destination. She was to see the man that she had met sometime ago. Zelimir was on her mind, and she had to see him again. She had been dreaming of him and needed to see him. She needed to talk to him. She wanted to know how he had felt about her. She wanted to know if he felt for her what she felt for him.As she neared the waterfall that would lead her to this man that she had fallen in love with, she felt a strange flutter in her heart at the thought of seeing him again. A smile crossed her face as she began to hear the water flowing and her steps quickened. Within minutes, she had crossed over into the Mortal World and was one step closer to him.She wasn’t sure where she would find him, but she had hoped he would be in the same cottage that he had been when they first met. Laylan bounced as she continued on, the anticipation building with every step. Soon she could see the cottage and the light of a candle shining in a window. She eased up close to

It was a long day at work, a typical Monday; it seemed to drag on as the time passed slowly. Mitchell and I sat down together at lunch and spent the entire hour talking about our wives. Their crazy dreams and alter egos had us both believing that in some way they might actually be intertwined somehow. It had only been three days since we all had dinner at mine and Abby's house, but Veda had already had another dream. Mitchell wanted to confide in someone that wouldn't think that his wife was crazy so that only left me. Who else could he talk to, about her dreams, that wouldn't think that she was crazy? If I thought Veda was crazy, I would have to think the same about my Abby. Especially, since my own wife had dreams of another woman.Finally, the clock read six o'clock and it was time to go home. I clocked out and walked out to my truck, waving at Mitchell as he did the same. “See you tomorrow, Mitch.”“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Josh.” I drove home in a hurry trying to just get to my re

I shot up in my bed; my sheets were soaked from sweat. I had let out a scream but no one was home to hear it. It was a dark shadowy day outside so my room was dim and I sat there wracking my mind, just trying to remember my dream. I couldn't really remember it; all I could recall was that it was frightening and more of a nightmare than a dream. I slowly moved to the side of the bed and decided to just go take a shower. I walked across the bedroom in all of my nudity to the bathroom. As I looked up into the mirror, I could see that my dark curly hair was now nothing but wet, matted frizz. I reached to grab a ponytail holder and looked back at my reflection. But it was no longer just me.There in the mirror, standing behind my own reflection was a tall, massive red beast with black tribal tattoos on his face and hideous yellow eyes. I could see a smile curling up revealing its sharp fangs and I found myself unable to do anything, even scream. Suddenly, it reached out, spun me around and

I looked around, trying to place where I was. It was dark, so eerily dark but I could make out the shadows of the furniture. I was walking down the hallway as if I knew exactly where I was going. At the end of the hallway, I turned to my left and strolled into a bedroom that I had never been before. My eyes were beginning to adjust as I walked perfectly around the end of the bed and stopped about three foot from the side of it. I could make out a figure lying on the bed. The covers were kicked off and I realized that it was a man lying on his stomach. His satin black pants caught the light coming into the window and shined. I took a step toward the bed trying to see if his face was familiar to me but his face was turned away. Suddenly, eight deep gashes appeared on his back, starting at his shoulders and moving down to the small of his back. I couldn't see what was causing it or how it was happening. Instinctively, I threw my hands up and heard a whisper coming from my own mouth. I h

I stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. It was Friday and the day that Mitchell and Veda were coming for dinner, so I had been up planning all day. My morning began with starting the roast. Then I sat down at my desk and wrote about Laylan's ride with Artimous to the Mortal World and her meeting with Daemon. I wrote it all word for word. Then I'd cleaned the house, dusting, vacuuming, and laundry. After I was finally satisfied with my house's cleanliness, which took most of the day, I began preparations for the rest of dinner. About six-thirty, I heard the garage door open as an announcement that Josh and the others were here.“Perfect timing,” I whispered to myself as I pulled the roast out of the oven. I could hear voices and conversations nearing the door. As the door opened, Josh walked in turned toward Mitchell.“Yeah, and then he grabbed the nail gun all kinds of pissed off and started working again. But he wasn't paying any attention to what he