Damien and Trista will make an appearance or two in book 2 as well. Thanks for reading!
Jenna's POV “Aaaaaahhhh!” I screamed as I angrily stomped back and forth in my tiny cell. Not that I could go very far in either direction. And not that anyone could hear me scream. I knew there was a guard down here somewhere. I could smell him. But he never came close enough for me to see him. If I could just get him to come closer, I was sure I could manipulate him to help me out of here eventually. But no. I was only given food and water once a day and even then, it was one of the nasty old she-wolves from the kitchen who brought it to me. After Reegan had brought that bitch down here to see me, one of the warriors must have come to increase the length on my chains. I was unconscious at the time from . . . well I wasn’t exactly sure what she’d done to me. All I could remember was being slammed into the wall by something powerful I couldn’t see. At least I wasn’t hanging from the ceiling anymore but it was a small victory. When I’d asked why I was being offered such civility
Jesse's POV I’d been locked in this room all night without seeing another soul. I assumed the Glass Lake Alphas knew I was here and why. Their Beta would have told them by now. I’d fully expected them to come storming in here last night, fuming over what I’d done, or tried to do, to their Luna. I would have gotten some small satisfaction from it if they had, knowing I’d at least ruined their perfect night. But they never came. It could have been worse. I could tell this was a room for prisoners by the stark, slate-gray concrete of the walls and lack of amenities. But it wasn’t the dank, rancid-smelling lower cells reserved for the vilest offenders. Perks of being a fellow Alpha I guessed. Still, I didn’t want to spend any more time here than absolutely necessary. The room had no windows so I had no way of knowing what time it was when I finally heard two sets of footsteps approaching in the hall. Despite my wolf, Ares, whimpering in my head, I puffed out my chest and squared my sh
Thank you so much to all mu lovely readers for sticking with "An Unwanted Fate" until the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did while writing it! I hope to start publishing Book 2 in the Celtic Wolf serie:: "A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas" within the next week. Sneak peek: “Mate!” My wolf howled. “She’s ours!” “What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.” My wolf whimpered and whined in my head, begging me to go to our mate. I felt his pain but I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. So I did the only thing I could do. I ran. When Finnick Cross recognizes his mate in 16-year-old Sarah Woods, he is ecstatic to find the girl he loves belongs to him. There is only one problem. She’s too young to recognize him as her mate. Afraid he won’t be able to restrain his wolf from claiming their underage mate, Finnick decides to leave, intending to return and claim her as his on her 18th birthday. But when an unplanned encounter derails his plans, wil
Katalina's POV Twenty-three hours. That’s how long I’d just spent assisting with the labor and delivery of the pack’s newest twins. I’d trained under Dr. Ruben to become the pack midwife for the past three years so I was more than prepared to handle any unforeseen issues. But other than a long labor and the added effort of pushing out more than one baby, everything went smoothly. I should be exhausted after the all-nighter with no sleep. I’m sure the bone-deep fatigue would hit me as soon as I got anywhere near my bed but right now, I just felt energized. My wolf, Cara, was buzzing with excitement in my head, making me restless. I was going to take advantage of the endorphin-high to walk home and stretch my legs. “Cara, what is up with you today?” I asked my overly energetic wolf. “I know you love meeting new pups, but you’ve been up all night too. You should be exhausted by now.” “I don’t know. I can’t explain it.” She hummed in my head. “I just feel like something exciting is goi
Katalina's POV If losing my mom and witnessing my dad’s suffering wasn’t enough to make me swear off ever accepting a mate bond, my relationship with Jesse Klein put the nail in that proverbial coffin. Jesse, or Alpha Klein these days, was just what I needed right when I needed him. His dad was the Alpha and my dad was his Beta so we grew up together since the time we were infants. Gamma Thorn’s kids, Tyler and Larissa, as well as Sarah Woods, the Head Omega’s daughter, rounded out our inseparable little band of troublemakers. On any given day, we could all be found tearing through the pack house together playing tag or hide and seek, creating havoc in the kitchen while making cookies with Sarah’s mom, or engaging in some other mischievous activity. Jesse, Tyler, Sarah and I were the same age and we all just clicked from day one. Larissa was a couple years younger but she could always be found tagging along with her older brother. We were all best friends. Then as our sixteenth bir
Ryan's POV Today would be one of the most exciting days of my Alpha career. I was about to wrap up a months-long negotiation by finalizing an alliance with one of our neighbor packs, RedWoods. In the four years since I took over as Alpha of Glass Lake (a title I share with my identical twin brother, Reegan), we’ve successfully negotiated several alliances but this was my first solo endeavor. As the twin with the patient, calm, strategic-minded personality (compared to Reegan’s hot-headed, verbally explosive one), I was the obvious choice to take the lead when tenuous negotiations were required. “We are the strongest pack in the US with the largest territory and the most skilled warriors. These other packs have nothing to offer us. They just want to take what we have and you know I don’t have the patience for that bullshit.” Reegan had pushed back when I suggested we co-lead the treaty talks. He had a point. He was not known for being patient, or subtle. “But this is a chance to s
Ryan's POV As I pulled into the drive of the RedWoods Beta’s house, I wondered about the man I would be meeting with. Ian Connor and my dad had been best friends for most of their lives. Despite belonging to separate packs, they had attended the same private school growing up. As a future Alpha and Beta they immediately clicked, bonding over the responsibilities of their ranks as well as their shared Irish heritage. Fortunately for them, our pack territories bordered each other so they were able to stay in touch over the years. Our families never spent much time together but Ian would come by the pack house to see dad fairly often. As a kid, I found him a little scary. He was a huge guy and always wore a serious expression. I remembered thinking he could easily crush me with one hand. He was a man of few words but when he did talk to Reegan or me, he was friendly enough. I was sad to hear his wife passed away a few years ago now. One day my dad seemed really down. When I asked him
Ryan's POV A few hours had passed since my conversation with Katalina’s father (or Kat as I had come to realize was the nickname everyone called her). I was currently pacing back and forth through the Connors’ backyard, wearing a path through a patch of wildflowers right on the forest’s edge. After listening to everything Ian had to say, my head was spinning and I felt like the walls were closing in on me. I had to get some air. That was nearly two hours ago and I still hadn’t been able to sort through the chaos in my brain. Teague wasn’t helping matters. He felt a connection to Kat’s wolf and had no doubt that she would want him. All he cared about was getting to her. I, on the other hand, had to consider the human side of things. And I had come to learn that it was infinitely more complicated than I could have imagined. Ian handed me a glass of whiskey and sat in the chair directly across from me. He opened his mouth to speak then suddenly stopped, a horrified look s