Novels by elsewhere_seven

Matt looks at me with disbelief. "Chris, you have to be kidding me! You don't know the name of the Alpha of our neighboring pack?""Matt, it's not my fault. There are so many Alphas in the world that it's a hard task to remember all of their names," I defend myself.Matt addresses Darius, "Why don't you tell her the Alpha's name?"I look at Darius and find him clueless. "Actually," he starts saying as he scratches his head. "I also don't know his name." A chuckle escapes my mouth while Matt looks at Darius with double amount of disbelief."Unbelievable," Matt says as he shakes his head at Darius."Now, will you tell me the Alpha's name?" I ask."His name is Alarick West. And he is a strong Alpha," Matt says."What makes you say that? Is it because he's the Alpha of the strongest pack in the world?""No, it's not that, Chris. Trust me; I've seen that guy fight. He can fight an entire army of werewolves," he says and proceeds to ask me, "Do you remember The Battle that we had with the S

Matthew is standing in front of his desk. Darius soon joins him and I'm left alone at the doorway. That traitor! I close the door behind me."When I gave you permission to go near the boundary with your friend, I didn't expect you two to just vanish into thin air. I was worried about you, Chriselda," Matt says, calling me by my first name, which is not a good thing. He always calls me by my nickname inside the pack house. He continues, "Chriselda, you are my Beta and when my Beta doesn't return to the pack house before midnight, then I tend to get worried.""I know," that's all I can think of saying."So, would you tell me what happened?" he asks as Darius listens silently."Tim happened," I say."Tim?" Matt asks with confusion. That same confusion is plastered across Darius' face. It's not like they don't know who Tim is. It's just that they're wondering how and why Tim's name popped up all of a sudden. They both know that Tim is a rogue who once tried to forcefully mate with Ciara

For a few minutes, we continue to look at each other. I can't believe that the Alpha of the Dawnfall Depths Pack is my mate. The Alpha of the strongest werewolf pack in the world is my mate. I look in his eyes. I can still see his wolf. He quickly blinks his eyes and his wolf vanishes. He hid his wolf from me. But why?Instead of loving the eyes of my mate, I find his cold eyes staring at me. His face holds no emotions. There's not even a hint of happiness on his face. Hasn't he realized that I'm his mate?He turns to look at his Beta. "What's the situation?" He asks in his firm voice."She's the Beta of our neighboring pack, The Night Guardians. She says that a rogue named Tim wants to forcefully mate with her friend and has dragged her in our land. She has come to rescue her friend," the Beta informs.The Alpha looks back at me. "How does the rogue look like?" I tell him about Tim's height, hair and clothes."It's him," the Alpha says. Does he know Tim?"Beta Charles, search for the

"When will I find my mate?" My friend, Ciara, asks me while we continue to walk in the forest, away from our houses so that no one can hear our conversation."You're asking me as if I'm the Goddess of Wolves. I don't know when you'll find your mate," I say. I look up at the night sky full of stars."Don't you want to find your mate?" She questions."I do but I'm not in a hurry," I answer with a smile. I believe that I'll find my mate at the right place and at the right time."Who do you think your mate will be? A Beta?""Just because I'm a Beta doesn't mean that my mate will also be a Beta. He can be a wolf without a rank."I'm the Beta of my pack, The Night Guardians. My father was the Beta of this pack but when he was killed in a battle, I had to take over because there wasn't a male in our family to take over the position.Many people were after the Beta position. They opposed to the idea of me becoming the Beta of the pack. They said that the pack will look weak if a female become

Elena's POVI barely closed my eyes when I heard the loud ringing of the doorbell. I groaned rolling on my bed ignoring it, hoping that whoever it was would go away. Probably one of our neighbors, bringing some of their leftovers from last night's dinner. But the doorbell kept on ringing, making my head throbbed.I got out of bed slowly, like a zombie and checked the time at the digital clock on the bedside table. I sighed when I saw it was still six thirty in the morning.After my grandpa called last night, my temper flared up at the thought of meeting Adonis Stavrakos. I tossed and turned on the bed. I found it hard to sleep anymore. I had to get out of the house and release my anger somewhere or I would go crazy.I called my best friend/business partner, Camella, who lived just a block away from our house. I was hoping we could hang out in the nearest coffee shop, to keep my mind off my problems.But she was in a bar with her cousin. Her cousin got some tickets in an exclusive bar,

Adonis' POV"Good swing!" Eros said, as our eyes followed my golf ball that flew to the ground. Eros Petrakis, a good friend of mine and former classmate in Harvard. Just like the Stavrakos, the Petrakis belonged to one of the oldest powerful Greek dynasties. Both of us were born to continue our families' lineage to rule, to multiply wealth and become very powerful.It was Saturday at noon, and we were playing golf, in my family's exclusive golf course, inside the Stavrakos estate. We had been hanging out lately, talking about our family's latest venture - a luxury cruise ship that the Petrakis would manufacture for US.It was Eros' turn to hit the ball, and he hit his nicely."Yes!" he exclaimed, laughing, "it's been a long time since I played golf.""Me too," I chuckled, "this thing is kinda boring, but at least it keeps us moving after last night.""I agree. We need to exercise," he said and we both laughed.We went to a party last night- a reunion with our university friends. We g

Elena's POVToo many times when I was young, I dreamed of this day to happen - to meet my grandpa. I imagined that he would swing me in his arms and hug me tightly. Then he would take care of me and my mom, relieving us from our hardship of living poorly. But they were all illusions, a figment of a child's imagination.My nose wrinkled in disgust.I stared at grandpa. He looked well-built and fit in his seventy plus years, and I could not help but compare to mom's deteriorating health.Life can be unfair sometimes, but that's no reason to just give up.Grandpa settled on a padded armchair across from me. His head held high, still so proud and aristocratic. He looked at me like I was a piece of dirt on this very expensive looking Victorian couch.I was holding my temper. I could not help but recall the time he humiliated me during high school, denying me to everyone. That was something that I could never forget. A mark like a tattoo, imprinted inside my brain."So your mother is sick,"

Elena's POV"Go home miss, Mr. Pallis won't see you," the intimidating bulky looking gate guard, wearing a dark uniform and peaked cap, said to me again. There was no sympathy in his expression as he looked down at me.Almost everyday, for the last five days, I had been waiting for long hours, standing outside the huge iron gate of the Pallis mansion, regardless of the weather. I was hungry, thirsty, shivering from the cold, but I bear them all. My fighting spirit was so strong that I overpowered the fatigue that overwhelmed me."Please, I need to see my grandfather. This is a matter between life and death," I was like a broken record, pleading to him the same thing everyday.He sighed looking irritated, "the master said he doesn't know you.""How can he not? I'm his granddaughter," I insisted, though I said it too many times to him already, "my mother is his only child.""Which he doesn't acknowledge," he stepped forward, trying to intimidate me, "go home now. He ordered us to get ri

Adonis' POV"Where is she?" My father, Kristov Stavrakos, came up beside me near the wedding arch, "it's almost an hour and she's still not here. Do you think she's coming?""She'll come. She has to be," I had been controlling my temper for the past thirty or forty minutes. One thing I really hated most was being kept waiting."I don't think so, son. Look, the people are getting impatient," he looked at the family, relatives, friends and colleagues of the Starvrakos and Pallis families, gathered for the wedding, "call her. Something must have happened."How can I explain to him that I can't because I don't have her number. After what happened on our first meeting, we never bothered to exchange numbers,"She'll be here. The wedding coordinator could have called her already. If she's not planning to come, then everyone would have been advised to leave.""Well, you're right," Dad smiled faintly and went back to his seat.My eyes riveted at the huge twin doors of the Stavrakos Hotel's gra