These last few months have been the most incredible months of my life, and I’m happy to report that the pack is flourishing more than ever. With Sorrell as my Luna, we have worked hard to whip this pack into shape. Since Sorrell took her oath and we completed our bond, we got straight to work. The entire pack officially participates in training. Even the children. The children have different days and times, so it doesn’t impact their sleep schedules and their schooling, and some parents were unsure at first, but the pups have taken to it with gusto, and guess who handles the pup's training? That would be my fantastic Luna. The pups love her and she’s perfect at it. She pushes them just enough to get them to where they need to be but is also gentle and patient with them. Roland would be far too strict. There was no one better suited for it than Sorrell, who continues to excel in her own training. One of my favourite things is watching Sorrell get dressed and strapping her sai to her l
Four Months Earlier A slender, yet curvaceous woman aimlessly floats in the air like a queen sitting on an invisible throne, with a stature of 7’2” with hair as gold as the sun in the peak of summer, creamy skin as smooth as silk, and eyes the colour of mercury. Her surroundings appear tedious to her formidable senses. “You kept me waiting,” she says, irritation coating her words as her companion finally arrives. The 7’1” woman before her with Eastern European features is unaffected by her irritation. Her fuchsia hair cascades down her back while stray hairs dance in the breeze, her liquid silver eyes shining with knowledge, against her warm bronzed skin. “You should try to master a little patience, it might do you some good,” the woman with fuchsia hair says teasingly. The woman with golden hair floats to the ground until her feet touch the forest floor, “I helped the little Alpha as you asked, Zarseti, but here’s the thing. The darkness I pulled from him did not come from an eyt
Thank you to everyone who has read this book and for all the positive feedback you readers have shown me. It has been beyond heartwarming. I have enjoyed all of your comments with each passing day. Seeing you all connect with the story and characters truly touched me. I truly hope that if you are in the mood you will consider donating gems, and most importantly, leaving a review of this book on the book's main page. It would do me and my book a huge favour and will also allow me to hear your thoughts on the story. Speaking of story... Here is a breakdown of the series so far, what currently exists and what is to come! Currently Available: Book 1 - A Queen Among Alphas (completed and also available on paperback) Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Bite-Size Luna - A prequel spin-off to A Queen Among Alphas (completed and coming soon to paperback) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES:
Bite-Size Luna is the novella prequel to A Queen Among Alphas, book 1 in the Queen Among series. In this series I take supernatural mythology you're familiar with and give it my own spin. So, for reference, there are some things I should make clear in case you haven't read any of the Queen Among books.1. Werewolves are not called werewolves in this universe, they are called 'mutolupus'.2. A fated mate or soulmate is called an 'animai'.3. All mutolupus' were created by the Warrior Goddess, Morrtemis4. Animai's were created among supernatural beings by the Goddess of Love and Peace, Zarseti to unite all species.5. Mutolupus' have no association with the moon.6. As this is a prequel, this story takes place 49 years before the events of A Queen Among Alphas, and focuses on the grandparents of that book's lead character.7. The Delegation is a group of supernatural beings (women) known as Irshiusts who act as supernatural law enforcement and protectors.Anything else will be explaine
Where is my damn sneaker? I’ve torn my entire room apart looking for the damn thing and now I’m going to be late. I drop to the floor and reach my hand under my bed feeling around until my hand connects with what definitely feels like a sneaker. I pull it out and sure enough, it’s my missing shoe. “Gotcha!” I cheer. 'I can’t believe it took you this long to find a shoe. Put her out in the woods and she can hunt like no one’s business, ask her to find a lost shoe in her bedroom and suddenly she’s inept,' mocks my wolf spirit, Alma, in my mind. 'Remind me why I tolerate you?' 'Because you have no choice,' she retorts smugly. I hate it when she’s right. I quickly slide my hand into my sneaker to make sure no creepy crawlies decided to take sanctuary there while it was hiding under my bed, and once all is clear I put it on and do up my laces. My long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail, sweatband is on, got my white shorts on and white halter-neck top on and I am ready for some train
I love morning training. Watching my pack members gather together to help each other get stronger, not just for their own sake but for the betterment of the pack, is a rewarding experience. My dad always used to prefer training away from the pack or just with his council and it never sat well with me. An Alpha should train and fight alongside his pack, to show them that he has their back, but let’s face it, there are a lot of things my dad did as Alpha that I didn’t agree with it, but that’s all going to change. 'As it should. Your father is a prick and the way he treated this pack was a disgrace,' growls my wolf Atlas in indignation from his sanctuary in my mind. 'You don’t have to tell me. It’s not like I never tried to talk him around or persuade him to make changes, he just never fucking listened,' I say in irritation. 'I know, but our plan is working just like I told you it would. There was no point in speaking against him while he was Alpha, but now that we are Alpha, we’re fr
As training continues I step away and make my way around the group like always to assess everyone during training. I want to see how they’re interacting with one another and look for areas where they may need improvement if any. 'Yay, here we go again,' says Atlas, rolling his eyes. This is our least favourite part. Every time I do this, almost every female I pass goes out of their way to get my attention. Tossing of the hair, licking of the lips, batting of the eyelashes, some even being brazen enough to try and ‘brush’ past me. I hate it. Are some of them attractive? Certainly, but I’m not interested. I don’t make it a habit of screwing my way through pack members and I think those who do are a disgrace. I won’t deny that being part wolf there is a part of us that is driven by our hormones, but we do have brains and we can choose to not react to those instincts. Just think about it for a moment, say you’re an Alpha like myself, and you’ve fucked half the available women in your pac
I race home as fast as I can and fly up the stairs to jump in the shower. My stomach is snarling, demanding its daily offerings, but I just don’t have time to eat right now. That stupid Alpha distracted me, and I lost track of time. I should have been back sooner than this, and now I’m going to be late to work at the packhouse. Since I’m an Omega my prospects are painfully limited. I work two jobs just to earn an income. I’ve been working part-time as packhouse staff for the last few months, and I work as my mum’s assistant part-time at the gym she works at. She’s one of the most popular aerobics instructors in town, and yeah, there are a fair few men who show up to get front row seats to the hot instructor, but as long as they don’t flirt or touch they’re safe. The day they cross that line, my dad will be out for blood, and no one will find the bodies. Mostly because I’ll have helped him bury them. What? I’m not cool with some perverts checking out my mum and drooling all over her. A
Thank you to everyone who has read this book and for all the positive feedback you readers have shown me. It has been beyond heartwarming. I have enjoyed all of your comments with each passing day. Seeing you all connect with the story and characters truly touched me. I truly hope that if you are in the mood you will consider donating gems, and most importantly, leaving a review of this book on the book's main page. It would do me and my book a huge favour and will also allow me to hear your thoughts on the story. Speaking of story... Here is a breakdown of the series so far, what currently exists and what is to come! Currently Available: Book 1 - A Queen Among Alphas (completed and also available on paperback) Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Bite-Size Luna - A prequel spin-off to A Queen Among Alphas (completed and coming soon to paperback) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES:
Four Months Earlier A slender, yet curvaceous woman aimlessly floats in the air like a queen sitting on an invisible throne, with a stature of 7’2” with hair as gold as the sun in the peak of summer, creamy skin as smooth as silk, and eyes the colour of mercury. Her surroundings appear tedious to her formidable senses. “You kept me waiting,” she says, irritation coating her words as her companion finally arrives. The 7’1” woman before her with Eastern European features is unaffected by her irritation. Her fuchsia hair cascades down her back while stray hairs dance in the breeze, her liquid silver eyes shining with knowledge, against her warm bronzed skin. “You should try to master a little patience, it might do you some good,” the woman with fuchsia hair says teasingly. The woman with golden hair floats to the ground until her feet touch the forest floor, “I helped the little Alpha as you asked, Zarseti, but here’s the thing. The darkness I pulled from him did not come from an eyt
These last few months have been the most incredible months of my life, and I’m happy to report that the pack is flourishing more than ever. With Sorrell as my Luna, we have worked hard to whip this pack into shape. Since Sorrell took her oath and we completed our bond, we got straight to work. The entire pack officially participates in training. Even the children. The children have different days and times, so it doesn’t impact their sleep schedules and their schooling, and some parents were unsure at first, but the pups have taken to it with gusto, and guess who handles the pup's training? That would be my fantastic Luna. The pups love her and she’s perfect at it. She pushes them just enough to get them to where they need to be but is also gentle and patient with them. Roland would be far too strict. There was no one better suited for it than Sorrell, who continues to excel in her own training. One of my favourite things is watching Sorrell get dressed and strapping her sai to her l
What a week! Okay, you probably want an update, so here it is. Drum roll please… my mum has a wolf! She’s only shifted once and to say it was brutal is an understatement. It took seven hours for her to complete her first shift and her body is still adjusting to the changes. Dick has been making regular house calls to check on mum and make sure she’s okay. Mostly she stays in bed sleeping as her body goes through whatever it’s going through. Dad never leaves her side unless I force him to go shower or something, and even then he’s stubborn. I don’t have my Luna Spirit yet, so I have to have Alden use his Alpha Spirit just to make my dad take care of himself. Alma hasn’t gotten to speak to my mum’s wolf much, apparently, she’s sleeping a lot too. But I do know she’s a gorgeous 4’3” with a luscious grey and white coat and her name is Raeca. I’m sure Nero is dying to spend time with her, but the poor guy is stuck waiting until she and mum have their strength. Alden keeps checking on me,
The announcement to the pack went far better than I thought. A lot of people came up to me and congratulated me and some even came to ask what things I hoped to change in the pack and some even gave me suggestions on what they would like to see change. It was overwhelming at first, but then it quickly became a high. For all my life I wanted to see change occur in the pack and now I’m about to be someone with the power to make it happen. Alden and I both want life to be better for Omegas and he’s already taking steps to ensure that, but I think we can do more. I also think this entire packhouse needs a complete overhaul. For starters, I want to put the ‘pack’ back in ‘packhouse’. I want to open it to the pack. Encourage people to come and use the place to share meals, converse and have fun. There’s a room on the first floor that is mostly used by ranked members and sometimes warriors, it has a poker table, a pool table, and some other things. They use it to relax and have fun. We could
“Are you sure about this?” Asks Alden, giving my hand a firm squeeze. “If you keep asking me that I’m going to go home,” I answer in annoyance. He sighs, “I’m sorry, it’s just I know how anxious you are about becoming Luna, and as much as I want this, I don’t want to force you." I reach up, holding my hand to his cheek and smile when he leans into my touch, electricity dancing under my palm. “No one is forcing me to do anything. Yes, I am still nervous, but I refuse to be someone who lets their nerves get the best of them. Like you said, this is my destiny, and I’m tired of running from it.” Alden removes my hand from his cheek and places a soft kiss on the back of my hand, “Then let’s go do this, and I give you my complete support for you to break some noses if anyone tries to start something.” I chuckle, “Aww, you spoil me,” I say, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Before I can let go he wraps his arms around me holding me off
Waking up with Sorrell in my arms is the most blissful experience of my life. Her scent is everywhere, allowing me to just lay here holding her while I bask in it. As I watch her sleep peacefully I carefully reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face, and glance down at the crook of her neck. I wanted so badly to mark her last night, but the timing just didn’t feel right for some reason. Something in my gut told me to wait. After some time I hear her breathing change, and slowly she turns on her side towards me. Her eyes open briefly, and as they close again a lazy smile forms on her face. “What time is it?” she asks, tiredly. I trail my fingers up and down her arm, taking pleasure in the tingles that zap through my fingertips as I glance at the clock, “Just a little after seven.” “We’re late for training,” she says, snuggling closer, making no attempt to get out of bed. I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her, “I’d much rather be here with you. Roland doesn’t need me, they
It’s a short walk to the Alpha suite and I feel my heart pound. I’ve never been inside the Alpha suite; it feels like I’m stepping somewhere forbidden. He escorts me in and I’m quick to scan the room and take in every minute detail. There’s a living area, a dining area, and a kitchen area. It's a lovely space, except for the ghastly shade of avocado on the walls. Alden leads me straight past the living area, dining area and kitchen, straight into what I assume is his bedroom, but I’m second guessing that as soon as I see in inside. It’s all pink! Rose pink, I should say, but still. I never expected to see this colour in an Alpha’s bedroom. There’s a rose pink carpet and a small, raised platform leading up to the bed, which has a dusty pink bedspread. A feature wall behind the bed the same colour as the bedsheets and two full-length feature mirrors along each side of the feature wall with shelves in front. The walls have an interesting wallpaper that looks like cracked marble, there
As we reach the packhouse, Atlas lays flat allowing me to get off and I can see he’s about to shift back into Alden, so I throw my hands out in a ‘stop’ action, ‘Hold it!’ I say quickly. Atlas rises to his feet once again and looks at me quizzically. 'What’s wrong?' Alden asks through the link. I step into the packhouse through the backdoor and make a quick left into the laundry room. Atlas curiously follows behind me, poking his head in to see what I’m up to. I sniff around, picking up a pair of pyjama pants which from the scent I can tell are one hundred per cent Alden’s, and hold them up in front of Atlas. “Can’t have you waltzing through the packhouse in the nude. Aside from the fact I like that outside of shifting, no one has seen you intimately and I would like it to stay that way. Beyond that, I don’t think you questioning Romona will go over very well if you’re doing it while naked,” I point out. 'You just don’t want anyone laying eyes on what’s ours, and I am all for that.