I don’t want to pull away, but I know I should. So I slowly pull out and lay beside her pulling her into my arms. She turns on her side facing me snuggling into me, and I can’t help my shit-eating grin. I just mated and marked my animai, she’s finally mine and no one can take that away from me. “How are you feeling?” I gently ask as I smooth her hair out of her face. She smiles up at me with those incredible clear beach water eyes. “You tell me,” she smirks. I chuckle. “I can feel how happy and content you feel, but I still want to hear it,” I say kissing her nose as I stroke her back. The electricity felt from our touch is now a thousand times more potent to the point I can feel myself getting hard again. I guess I’m going to be walking around with a permanent erection. “I’ve never felt happier than I do right now. That was the single most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t wait to do it again,” she beams. I throw back my head and laugh. “I think I’ve created a mons
Waking up I have never been so glad I’m a mutolupus. Last night was the most mind-blowing, vigorous, euphoric, and romantic night of my life. For hours I lost myself in Marcus and him in me, neither able to get enough of each other. He took me to the heights of pleasure I didn’t even think existed. It was a delicious mix of making love; which was slow and tender; and fucking hard and fast to the point of my soul being blown out of my body. If it weren’t for fast healing and supernatural stamina I would be dead to the world right now. Marcus is wrapped around me, just like he was every time I woke up during my heat, but this time is different. Now that we’re marked I can feel everything he feels, and I have a direct link to his mind. I can see his dreams now! Should I? Maybe that’s an invasion of privacy. But then again we are bonded now… I take a little peek into his mind and my heart does somersaults. He’s dreaming about me! It’s not even a sex dream, shockingly. He’s dreaming of us
Once we’re finished we get out, dry off and I head into my closet to get dressed. I decide today will be a casual day; light blue skinny jeans, black tank top and a pair of Nike Air Jordans in pink, red and black. To my pleasant surprise, Marcus has his bag stored in my closet, so he changes with me. He changes into a stretch navy blue t-shirt, black ripped jeans with tan pull up boots. I lick my lips at the sight of him. He’s all around grade A material and one hundred per cent all mine.I quickly run off to brush my teeth, but he follows behind me with a toothbrush so he can do the same. This is so weird! But the good weird. It’s like we’ve already stumbled into a routine, yet we haven’t even been mated and marked a full day. I’m not complaining, of course, this is amazing and feels unbelievably natural.“Always a pop of colour down south huh?” He muses while combing his long locks – his beard isn’t long enough to require combing. I cock my head quizzically at him. “Your shoes. Almo
This is bad. This is so very bad. You see, my parents balance each other out very nicely. My dad is rational, level-headed, and thinks before he acts; which he passed on to me. My mum on the other hand can be pretty volatile, something she also passed on to me I think. Oh, for the most part, she’s charming, delightful, and upbeat. But upset her in any way and you’re up shit creek without a paddle. As I’ve mentioned my mum is a picture of elegance when she dresses, and usually, she sticks to more natural tones – maroon being her favourite. But anyone who knows my mum knows that when she wants to interrogate or intimidate someone she pulls out all-black attire. So Vitali telling me my mum is in the Alpha suite all in black with my animai who she recently sucker punched has sirens in my head screaming ‘mayday.’ “Babe, just how fucked am I right now?” Comes Marcus’ voice in my mind. “I won’t lie, it’s not good. But I’ll be there in a second.” True to my word, I zip out of the Beta sui
Lunch was actually great after that little debacle. Mum was her usual charming self and she and Marcus were quickly getting along. I can see dad already viewing Marcus as the son he never had. I don’t say that bitterly, I know my father has never for a moment wished he had a son, he loves me unconditionally. Marcus talked about his pack, his family and even his first shift. It was one of the best lunches I’ve ever had. I can only hope it goes smoothly when he meets my grandparents, or when I meet his parents. I fear his mother and I are going to clash like oil and water. After lunch, we make our way downstairs hand in hand and as cliché, as it sounds, I feel like I’m walking on air. “That went a lot better than I expected it to,” Marcus says. “If that was considered better I hate to think what you actually expected.” “More punches, that’s for sure. Your dad seemed to like me,” he beams proudly. “Dad definitely likes you,” I smile. “He liked the way you stood up for me and us, he
Ace is acting like the cat that got the cream since he and Zara mated – multiple times. “Hey! Do not call me a cat, that’s racist!” He shouts indignantly. “Calm down, Cujo, it was just an expression,” I say rolling my eyes. He gasps, “Now you’re calling me a rabid dog, the insults just keep coming.” Believe it or not, this is Ace in a good mood. Damn wolf is practically floating on air, and I know the feeling. Being connected to Amelia and Zara is incredible. I’m thrilled I get to talk to her wolf now and Ace can talk to Amelia. Naturally, his first topic of conversation with her was throwing me under the bus. My wolf is such an asshole. “Do not say it takes one to know one!” I exclaim cutting Ace off before he can speak. He’s quick to clamp his muzzle shut. Yeah, I know him too well. We’re returning to the packhouse when suddenly we feel panic radiating out of Amelia as Zara comes to a standstill. Ace nudges her shoulder letting out a whine of concern. Something has happened.
I am greeted by Caleb as I enter the cells. He nods solemnly as I sign the logbook. As usual, news travels fast. “Gamma Tyson has the prisoner in interrogation room one,” he tells me. I nod and make my way down the hall until I get to the hallway that houses the interrogation rooms. I see Tatiana standing guard outside room one on the right-hand side. She gives me a quick nod and opens the door for me. I nod and step inside. It’s a small white square room with a reinforced titanium table in the middle that is bolted to the floor with a chair on either side facing each other, which are also bolted to the floor. There’s a two-way mirror that runs the length of the wall on the right-hand side. On the other side of the mirror is the observation room, but we won’t be needing that today. The only source of light in this room is a single lightbulb in the ceiling, which isn’t overly bright, but the white walls make it seem brighter. But with wolf eyesight, it could be pitch black and we’d se
Leaving Amelia didn’t feel right, it felt wrong as fuck. But I could feel that she needed to handle this without me, so I reluctantly gave her space. That doesn’t mean I’m not tuned into her emotions though. Never been more grateful for our bond than I am right now. Walking into the packhouse the atmosphere is desolate. There are pack members scattered around consoling each other; some are angry, some are sobbing; just a mix of emotions that I completely understand. Losing a pack member is never easy. Packs are tight-knit; it’s how we thrive and survive. A wolf needs a pack, so losing a member of our pack hits us all hard. I didn’t know the guy, but his death has affected even me. I feel angry that someone could do that to him. Just thinking of how painful his death must have been has me grinding my molars together. Looking around at all the despondent faces cuts right through me. I want… no, I need to help these people. I can’t explain it, but I feel protective of them. “Really? Y
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It’s been a month since the Luna ceremony and life has never been better. We’ve had a lot of new changes – mostly to hierarchy structure in the pack. Eric, as the second Beta of the pack, has taken on a lot of ‘traditional’ Luna roles. He oversees pack events and gatherings and his pack support group continues to work wonders. He’s basically the pack’s resident therapist, which I’m realising many were in desperate need of. Being superhuman beings we tend to brush aside our mental health and wellbeing and it’s definitely something that needed to change, so I’m thrilled it has. Evalyn still holds the title of Gamma but now she works alongside her brother Chris handling pack finances. She’s not as skilled in that area as he is, but the woman knows how to budget and she’s a good go-between for the pack and Chris. Evalyn was never going to be built for fighting and physical labour, but she wants to contribute as a ranked member, and nowhere does it say how those bonded to a ranked member n
We enter the main space, but he doesn’t stop, he pulls me straight into the bedroom and I can hear his heart beating faster. “Marcus, I– ” My words are silenced as he presses me against the door, devouring my lips and sucking the air right out of my lungs. My body’s reaction to him is automatic; instinctive. I fist the lapels of his jacket and pull him against me, needing to feel his body crush mine. Our lips are moving at a speed that screams hunger. “Hearing you stand up for me like that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever fucking heard,” he growls seductively as he trails hot kisses down my neck as his hands explore my body. “I couldn’t stand her talking about you… like that,” I breathe out trying to remember how to speak as his kisses send tingles of pleasure right to my core. “Fuck, I love you,” he says as his mouth latches onto my mark and his hands knead my breasts through my corset. A cry of pleasure leaves me as his tongue lavishes my mark and wetness pools between my
I don’t have to walk too far before I’m standing in front of Jessica. I must admit she puts herself together very nicely. She’s wearing a beautiful ivory gown that hugs her slender frame. It has a built-in choker with a triangular front and half-open back and a high slit at the front of her right leg. She has her hair wild and free and has kept to simple gold band earrings, a gold bangle, and nude strappy high heels. Elegant and flattering. “You wished to speak to me,” I surmise. “I had hoped you would do the right thing before it went this far, but you proved me wrong. You’re his animai, you’re supposed to show him respect, instead, you are ruining my son. Everything he has worked for his whole life; gone in an instant. You’ve taken him away from his friends, his family, his home and turned him into…” she trails off with a spiteful look on her face. “I’m going to stop you there,” I interject. If she wants to insult me, she can do it until she turns blue, I really don’t give two sh
He did it. He really did it. I’m so elated that tears keep stinging my eyes, but I don’t care if people see me cry. Growing up I always figured I’d run this pack alone. That anyone the Goddess sent me wouldn’t want to be with an Alpha and certainly wouldn’t want to be a Luna. I tried to mentally prepare for it until the day Marcus blew into my life like a tornado. We have had highs and lows and through them, I still never thought we would be here. Marcus is now a member of this pack and its rightful Luna. I know he will care for everyone around him and fight to protect them; it’s who he is. I know that any fight or battle I face, he’ll be right there beside me and vice versa. We are one now in all the ways that matter. We’ve gone around chatting with pack members as he properly introduces himself to those he hasn’t met yet and receives welcomes and congratulations from everyone. My family and friends are so happy for him and for us and seeing them support Marcus, means the world to
The doors swing open, and my jaw almost drops. Don’t get me wrong, what Amelia did for the Vernal Ball was stunning, but this is magnificent. Or maybe it’s because this was done for me that has me so in awe. I’ve never had anyone do anything like this for me in my life, but she did. I don’t know how Zarseti thought I deserved this woman, but I’m glad she gave her to me. The glass doors around the room have been opened and red rose garlands and green vines with fairy lights hanging from the ceiling frame every entrance. Gone are the full-length wooden tables and instead the room is filled with circular tables just like at the ball. But this time they are covered in black satin tablecloths with gold cutlery and gold chairs. The centrepieces are made up of red roses with some kind of green leaves for a pop of colour. At the far end of the room to the right is a large arch made of vines and red roses that looks like nature forged it itself. In the centre of the arch is a small table with
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. If I just keep doing that I should be fine. Is this how women feel before their Luna ceremonies? How do they not puke? I have been in fights, I’ve fought battles, I’ve fought for my life, but this is the first time I’ve felt petrified. Becoming the leader of a pack isn’t scary, I’ve been left in charge of Aurum Obscuro plenty of times when Jasper had to travel for business, but this is different. I don’t regret my decision; I will be the Luna of the Invictus Pack, I’m not backing out, but I can’t stop wondering what people will think of me. I’m about to be the first fucking male Luna. News will spread faster than an STD at a frat house. Will it lead to more attacks? What if I blow up at Amelia again because of all this? “For Goddess sake, stop spiralling, you’re making me dizzy,” says Ace. “Sorry, I’m just nervous,” I mumble. “Really? I thought you were writing poetry,” he says rolling his eyes. “A little support wouldn’t kill you every now and then.” “
Luna ceremonies are a lot of fucking work but thank the Gods I haven’t had to lift a finger. I used to make jokes about how all Lunas did was plan parties and events, I never meant it, but it is a big part of running a pack, and props to those Lunas. Amelia, Evalyn, and Eric have been working hard on planning this Luna ceremony, the only thing I’ve been asked to do was pick flowers, colour scheme and whether I want it indoors or outdoors. I chose indoors; the pack colours – so green and black – and red roses. I did ask to be left to handle what I’ll be wearing since I want to surprise Amelia. What a blessing Grandma Sorrell had been; she is a feisty bite-size woman. She is so delightful until she gets annoyed and then she’s dropping the hammer. The moment someone around the pack makes a snide comment about me being Luna, Sorrell is whipping them into shape. She doesn’t even have to do much. A strong smack to the head or a tug of the ears has them in tears and then she makes them do c
I kick the door shut behind me, throwing us both onto the bed, her body trapped underneath me. I trace her Alpha’s Mark on her heaving chest with my tongue to the sound of breathy moans as she bucks her hips against me, her needy pussy seeking what it knows can bring it unmatched pleasure. I press into her, grinding my hard bulge against her pussy covered by her soaking panties. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I slide my hand into her dress massaging her breast while gliding my tongue up her neck. “No,” she breathes, and before I know it she’s flipped us so she’s on top. Fucking hell, this is a nice view. “This is what I want,” she says, her eyes and voice full of lust. “Show me,” I tell her as I glide my hands up her inner thighs. She quickly pulls off her dressing tossing it away, my eyes getting hypnotized by the way her tits bounce from the action. She guides my hands to her panties, her eyes on me with so much dominance… you’d think I’d feel weird about it, but it’s fucking t