It felt nice to just let it all out knowing Marcus was there to comfort me. I didn’t realise how much I’d needed that in my life; how much I’d needed him. Marcus is kind, loving, patient, and protective and he loves me. Experiencing him like this makes it hard to believe he was ever the man who tried to put me down for being an Alpha, but I’ll just blame his mum for that. After I got out my tears we got dressed and I filled my parents and grandparents in on everything I learned from Ryker. I’m glad Marcus came in and stopped me before I killed the little turd. I don’t want him dead; I want him to suffer for everything he’s done. He fucked with the wrong Alpha and soon his uncle is going to learn that too. He wants me, he can fucking come and get me. I went to check on Kylie who was in one of the guest rooms, and the sight of her broke my heart. She was pale, her eyes looked sunken, and she was wailing hysterically. No words of comfort or touch of affection could console her, and I di
I’m officially not a fan of the Delegation. Amelia and I spent the entire night making love, with maybe some fucking thrown in and we’d probably still be at it if it weren’t for the fact she knew we needed to get up and greet the Delegation, so yeah, they’re officially on my shit list. We’re now standing on the steps of the packhouse waiting to meet our distinguished guests. I’m nervous as fuck, which isn’t so bad since it means Amelia has kept a tight grip on my hand the whole time to calm me down. Vitali, Tyson, and Chris are also radiating nerves, though Vitali, more than anyone else. I can’t deny standing here with them feels right, but at the same time, it makes me miss Jasper, Calix, and Aiden. I’ve known them my whole life, can I just give them up? But then again I can’t give up Amelia, that’s not even an option. Everyone is dressed to impress – no more than my woman though. Amelia has her sunshine hair up in a low bun that sits on the back of her neck allowing her to showca
I would love nothing more than to sit and catch up with these women – I can’t tell you how good it is to see them again – but they are here for a reason and after yesterday’s events, I can’t afford to get side-tracked.I lead everyone through the packhouse, down a hall to the right and through a set of double tan wood doors. We step through into the conference room, which is a large room with grey carpeting, a large, circular reinforced mahogany table, with top of the line black ergonomic chairs. The walls are lined with deep caramel wood panelling with various art pieces on the walls and a large screen at the far end of the room for sharing media files.We file in and I take my seat at the far end of the table facing the direction of the door while Chris closes and locks the doors. Marcus takes a seat on my right with Vitali sitting to his right, followed by Tyson and Chris, while Yildiz and Nuray sit to my left. I already have a folder in front of my seat waiting for me.“Fifty buck
Hundreds of innocent humans, turned and enslaved by a sadistic, power-hungry, psychopath and all for what? Because my dad didn’t agree with breaking the law? How many more people have to suffer? How are we supposed to fight off an army that size? I know it’s kill or be killed, but these are innocent people. I can’t just kill them; they didn’t ask for this. The pack he took over didn’t ask for this. Marcus and I make eye contact and just stare at each other. I find myself tracing the contours of his face, the ridge of his nose, the thickness of his beard. Every detail is now more precious to me because now I fear I’m going to lose them. I squeeze his hand and he gives me an encouraging smile. “So, we have a pack that has changed leadership and did not inform us, they also changed their name, both of which thereby makes them an unsanctioned pack now, and we have a dictator Alpha who has broken the law by potentially turning hundreds upon hundreds of humans into a mutolupus. I would de
Marcus’ jaw is locked and he’s glaring holes into the conference table. I can feel his anger and frustration and I can sense Ace’s distress. He and Marcus are not in agreement on this. Zara is being quiet just like she was when Marcus cut us down with his words when we met. There’s just no scenario where this ends well. “Marcus…” I say slowly. “We’re not discussing this, Amelia,” he says curtly. “I think it’s time we did. Marcus, we have both been tiptoeing around the subject since you came back, more so since we marked each other. We can’t avoid it forever. It’s now out in the open so let’s address it. Nuray is right, I’m the Alpha, you’re my animai, that makes you this packs Luna,” I say calmly. “Don’t fucking say it,” he says in a low voice that has Zara whimpering and I can feel Ace reaching out to comfort her. I’m glad she has him. “I just did,” I point out. “Amelia, I love you, but I… I am not and will not be a fucking Luna. Can you not understand how degrading that is for
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?! GO BACK! GO BACK AND FIX IT!” Ace screams as he claws away furiously in my mind. He wants to shift and go and comfort Amelia and Zara and it’s taking everything I have to keep him contained. I make my way out to the back of the packhouse and slump down on a nearby bench with my head in my hands. The tears break past the waterline, and I don’t bother to hold them back. Sobs wrack my body as my heart feels like someone just punched their fist directly through it and are pumping it with lupine. I knew that conversation would go about as well as trying to ice skate uphill, but it ended up being so much worse. “Because of you! I told you repeatedly I am fine with being a Luna, I want to be a Luna. I want to join this pack, I want to be with Zara and Amelia, but you’re too busy thinking like a neanderthal. Amelia is right, your mother’s stupid points of view are in your head and you’re holding onto them like the universe will crumble if you let them go. You’d
I don’t know how long I sat on the floor of the conference room wallowing in self-pity and heartache. The concept of time no longer mattered to me. I wanted to stay there and cry until it felt like I’d cried my soul out of my body, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me that I have a duty to my pack. My pack needs me, they need me to be strong. I can’t afford to crumble now, not after we’ve just suffered a loss. My pack needs to see me being strong, not because emotions are a weakness but because they are all scared and sad and they need to find strength somewhere and that person is me. I have to be their pillar, if I fall apart they will too, and I can’t have that. I can cry when I’m alone in my room, but that’s for night-time, right now it’s time to be the fucking Alpha I am, even if I have to do it without Marcus. Just thinking that causes pain to lance through me, but I swallow it down like the bitter pill it is. I pick myself up off the floor – as I have so many
The next two days were torturesome. Consoling Izac and Kylie’s parents and watching them grieve the loss of their children was unbearable and it shattered my heart into pieces. I didn’t tell them about the baby, that was at least one pain I could save them from. No good would come from telling them in a single breath they were to be grandparents and lost their grandpup before they ever had a chance to meet them. I couldn’t do that to them. The pack was devastated but it galvanised the warriors and more people volunteered to help fight for the pack. They want justice and to stop innocent blood from being shed. I know the chances of casualties are high, but I’m trying to do as much as I can to limit the death count for what’s to come. We held a joint funeral for Izac and Kylie in the Temple of Morrtemis, with majority of the pack attending. It was a beautiful service and so many people shared happy memories of the sweet couple, myself included. For a mutolupus funeral, we wear yellow
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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