Trigger warning : Domestic violence In a fit of rage, Chris tore through the manor, and as he departed, the wolves cringed in fear and bowed their heads. After reaching his chamber, he slammed the door shut. Growling in anger, he contemplated breaking something. Perhaps that bitch’s neck! He couldn't believe that the Council had given their stupid blessings for that scandalous meeting! Rosalie belonged to him. How could that bitch sleep with someone else, barely days after he broke up with her? How was that even possible? Was she always such a whore? Myriad thoughts ran through his mind. Grace had followed Chris back to their bedroom. She didn't give a rat's ass about the unapproved mating. The fact that her mate had feelings for one of his Betas was her real cause of distress. He was carrying on an affair behind her back and had already made plans to have other mistresses. That made her uncomfortable. She hated to share. She was an Alpha princess after all. Wolves mated for life an
At least from Rosalie's perspective, the trip to the Greystone Estate was completely uneventful. She refused to make eye contact with Alex, who was sitting right beside her in the black limo, and she kept her hands folded in her lap the entire time. They were by themselves. She was completely at a loss for words. Everything seemed so unbelievable. The rest of the Greystone pack was ecstatic that their alpha had finally found a mate after spending many years of his life alone; they celebrated as if they had just returned from a successful battle. They were followed by a long procession consisting of seven Mercedes cars and four identical limos that had their windows heavily obscured. It was a remarkable sight. She saw a human family of four in a van practically gaping at the long sight of the impressive heavily tinted limos and cars on the highway. When the van was parked alongside the road, "Will your people accept me?" She finally croaked at him. He smiled. "Didn't you hear the ch
"Look who is here," a male voice said as Alex entered the main entrance with Rosalie curled up in his arms. "I see that our alpha has caught a little minx from the mating ceremony." "James," Alex smiled, "This is Rosalie, my mate," he said. Rosalie looked at the man, blushing slightly. James chuckled, "you have caught a pretty one." "My one and only," Alex nodded. "I reckon we won’t be seeing our Alpha for a long time?" James smiled knowingly. Alex grinned, "I think I'll be absent for some time," he started to walk to his quarters when he paused in mid-track, "On second thought, come to my office in two hours, there are some things I need to discuss with you." "As you wish, my alpha," James nodded. Rosalie cringed in embarrassment as he walked up the grand staircase and through the long corridor, carrying her. The lower ranks and his in-commands bowed their heads to them, sniffing at their scent. Not used to being bowed to, Rosalie shuddered and hid her face, blushing deep red,
Alex let himself out, and carefully shut the door to his suite so as not to disturb his sleeping mate. It was far past midday, and there were still matters pertaining to the pack that needed to be resolved. In spite of the fact that he desperately wanted to neglect his responsibilities and instead lie in bed all day while Rosalie screamed in delight, he was unable to do so. In addition to that, she appeared to be completely at ease while reclining in his bed. As is customary, his betas kept watch at his front door. When they saw him, they showed their reverence for their Alpha by bowing their heads to him. Formally, Tylor congratulated Alpha Alex on his mating, saying, "Congratulations, Alpha Alex, on your mating." Troy continued by saying, "May your coming together bear fruit and be blessed by the Goddess Luna." Alex expressed his gratitude to his Betas and gladly acknowledged their congratulations. In the mansion, there was an unusually profound quietness. Alex found this to be a
The girls all spoke at once, "Good morning, madam, how are you?" Rosalie blinked at them. "I'm fine," then answered shortly, "Please don't call me that". It was their turn to look baffled at her. "What shall we address you as, Madam Luna? Shall we call you 'Madam Alpha'? "One of them inquired with a perplexed expression, wondering if they had offended their Alpha's new mate with their comments. Rosalie gave a quick shake of her head. "No, please, just call me Rosalie." Rosalie noticed that they were looking even more perplexed as they came to the conclusion that her request sounded strange to them. “Please feel free to call me Rosalie; I'm not used to being addressed in such a formal manner.” They gave a nod. They all chimed in at the same time, "As you wish, Madam Rosalie." Rosalie heaved a frustrated sigh, "Just call me Rosalie, please." They giggled as if they found her behaviour very amusing. "My name is Janet Malcolm. I am James's daughter," the blond chirped happily. "
Given that it was a restricted beach, it was not surprising to find that the beach was devoid of any visitors. The temperature was rising slowly but steadily. The warm rays of the sun had previously warmed the sand, making it pleasant to walk on, and the waves that were rolling in sparkled in an alluring manner. Towels were spread out in the sand after Rosalie and her friends had chosen places to sit down and relax. After removing her clothes, Rosalie sat down next to Janet and Ashley. They didn't even bother bringing a swimsuit with them. They were completely at ease when naked, just like other wolves. Rosalie heaved a sigh of contentment as Ashley and Janet rubbed sunscreen all over her body. "This is nice," she said. After a while, the three of them marched into the water, ignoring the chilly water that lapped at their bodies. The waves were negligible, so they waded out until they were up to their armpits in salty water. Rosalie floated lazily in the water, chatting about nothin
Alex offered her a supportive nod; he was there to watch her perform her first official task as the Luna, not to help her with her. She was aware that she was being stupid. She realised Alex could hear her thoughts and immediately regretted it. She also praised the stars for keeping the rest of the pack from hearing her thoughts unless she projected them. Being the Alpha's mate comes with yet another wonderful perk. If Grace was capable of doing it, and she effectively controlled everyone. It would be simple. "I'll guide them, but I won't be their master." I am not that. She pondered. She formally introduced herself as Rosalie and grinned as she said, "I shall lead and hear you. I'll be respectful to all of you, and I'm counting on you all to be as well. I'll be your support, and together, we'll hold and safeguard one another. She repeated the etymological passage that Alex had put on a piece of paper for her to remember for her official introduction. "The holy moon blesses us; the s
"She is OK; you are the one acting like an arrogant wolf!" Rosalie retorted. Sarah burst into laughter. She was 17 years old and stunning. She exuded self-assurance like any other strong, alpha female. Rosalie introduced herself to Sarah with courtesy and enthusiasm, saying, "I am happy to meet you, Sarah, and I hope you will join me for the next hunt." "It is forbidden for me to participate in the hunt until I reach the age of 18. I am 17 now. However, there is still one year left." She let out a sigh. Alex voiced his disapproval by saying, "You are already a handful, Sarah, and you are constantly up to some mischief." Rosalie couldn't contain her laughter as Sarah gave him the stink eye. "I want to congratulate you on your first kill as a Luna, a mountain lion that must have been enormous. I had no idea you were such a skilled fighter until now." Alex complimented Rosalie. The acknowledgement made her grin broadly. She grew reflective all of a sudden and turned her gaze away fr
After a month - As Rosalie prepared to give birth, Dr. Rachel offered reassurance and comfort to her patient. She mumbled, "Everything is going to be fine very soon." The first few hours before delivery were torturous as the babies contracted and kicked around. When Rosalie's water broke, and the excruciating pain started, she was brought to the hospital immediately. She leaned against Alex's chest, as Rachael guided her through the delivery, “Breath in, good, breathe out, that's it. Push!” she said gently. The pain was unbelievable as she held on tightly to Alex's hands. He whispered words of encouragement and support in her ears while she panted and pushed. "Alright, I can see the head now, give it one more push, Rosie," the doctor said. She was exhausted, but for the sake of her puppies, she made one more, determined effort. As soon as she heard the angelic sound of her puppy's first cries, her head flopped over Alex's shoulder in a helpless position. "It’s a boy!" Rachael said
Martin and Grace's becoming mates were greeted with a mixed reaction. There were irate betas who felt they had been mistreated by her. A few of the girls who had their hopes dashed aspired to be Martin's mate. However, everyone accepted Grace's sincere apologies, as well as the fact that she modified her behaviour. In addition, she extended an apology to Rosalie, and as a result, the Murdoch family was reinstated to their previous roles. Within a few weeks, the Greyson mansion was brought back to its former splendour after undergoing extensive renovations. When Rosalie was in the middle of her work, Alex drew her away from her responsibilities. "What are you talking about, Alex?" She inquired anxiously as her betas chortled in amusement. “I'm sorry to bother you, but I have something to show you.” He reached for her hand in a kind manner and drew her along the hallway. “What is it?” She asked him as he covered her eyes with his hands. She laughed. “Don't speak,” he warned, as he
The audience responded with applause and cheers for their new Alpha. After reverting to his human form, Martin celebrated his success by raising his right hand. "Is there anyone who wishes to dispute my claim?" He let out a growl. Nobody came forwards. The rest of the pack showed their submission and acknowledged their new leader. Ruben, the Councilman, had a grin on his face as he asked, "Now do you realise why I had approved of this challenge?" “Yeah, things got sorted out without breaking any laws,” Marcus replied with a satisfied smile. His wrinkled face was relieved. “About the law, I need to discuss a few things about it. Guess, they need some tweaking?” Ruben said. The other councilmen looked at him puzzled. "Well, it's nothing huge, just that we should let the wolves choose their mates. It's a lot of work to find compatible mates!" Ruben started laughing, and the other members of the council soon joined in. It was high time that the outdated regulations were abandoned. **
The five councilmen exchanged grim looks with one another because they had never been faced with a situation like this before. "It's against the rules to kill an Alpha!" The adamant statement was made by Councilman Marcus. "Yes, my brother, but we can't just let him go with some penalties because he conspired with the rogues and tried to steal another Alpha's mate. We can't do that. It constitutes a serious crime!” Ruben replied. "But the law...we are not allowed to breach the law!" Marcus was adamant about it. He adhered to the guidelines religiously and almost never deviated from them. Their attention was broken as Sebastian Anderson stormed in furious and ready to seek justice for his daughter. He slammed the door behind him as he entered the room. He uttered an angry growl as he looked at the members of the council. “I need his blood! He has hurt my daughter. Disgraced her in front of his pack!” To his amazing shock, Grace followed him in and fell on her knees, and looked up
Grace lay down on the soft mattress on her side in a foetal position. As the fresh tears ran down her cheeks, she embraced her knees to her bosom and held them there. She was able to detect the odour of blood coming from the main hall. The women and children were taken to the safe house and locked inside until the fighting subsided. She prayed anxiously for the safety of her father and Martin. She cried over her mate's stupidity. He had pushed everyone to the brink of war. She had no idea that he had been recruiting dark wolves. After the war, some packs were destroyed or scattered, which resulted in the development of several groups of renegade wolves who did not obey the council or any other order that was given to them. Whenever rogues were found, the packs would eliminate them and flush them out of the area. Dark wolves were a very powerful group of rogues, they were like a pack, but they didn’t follow the council. Chris had exposed his entire pack to danger when he began recruit
"My mate is dead, please allow me to return home and mourn!" She begged him. His voice sounded disappointed as he said, "Oh, he's not dead, though I wish that he had been.” Rosalie's expression was one of bewilderment as she glanced at him. “What? How is that possible?” “What the hell do you mean? Why would Alex think that I am dead?" He smiled, “Don't you remember the vial?” She glared at him, “What vial?!” As he rose up and moved closer, he let out a chuckle. Rosalie tried to move further away from him, but the chain kept her from doing so. He gave a nervous tic with his tongue. He clicked his tongue. “This will never do,” he mused as he took a key from his pocket and removed the chain from her leg. “You're not an animal to be kept trapped, Rosie.” “THEN LET ME GO!!” She retorted. “The vial,” he continued, as if he hadn't heard her outburst. “Thomas is an excellent potion maker; he discovered an ancient potion. It can weaken the mate bond of a wolf to such an extent that the
Grace was hiding in a confined space underneath a table. She stared in shock at the slaughter that was taking place all around her. Chris had not done much more than shove her aside before running off to who knows where. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a low growl, and she turned to see a massive rogue staring at her. She screamed and crawled backwards, desperately attempting to escape to the other side. Her dad’s pack was backwards. They didn’t train their girls to fight. They were only trained to be trophy Lunas. He grabbed her leg and tried to pull her out. She fought against him and kicked at him, but her efforts were in vain. Suddenly, her leg was free, and the noises of Martin's wolf growling and ripping caused her to turn her head. The rogue had been seized by the neck by Martin's wolf. The rogue thrashed and turned in an attempt to throw Martin off, but Martin held his ground and increased the pressure on his neck until it broke, at which point the rogue became limp.
The Grand Dining Hall of the Grey Stone was decked out in opulent furnishings. There were a number of circular tables, each of which had the potential to accommodate ten people, and they were arranged in rows. A couple of individuals were playing an instrument or instruments in the background, including a violin and a piano. The light had been toned down to a golden tint after being dimmed. The many dishes that were kept on the tables gave out an appetising and satiating air to anyone who observed them. Rosalie stood next to Alex while wearing a glossy black gown that precisely contoured her body and drew attention to her expanding tummy. She had uneasy feelings. They had taken up positions close to the entrance of the Dining Hall and were getting ready to welcome their guests. To this point, every one of the other packs had already taken their places. Alex grabbed her hand in his and gently stroked it in an effort to put her at ease. He then released her hand. She was nervous. She b
That this would be the first time they would be doing it in their wolf form struck Rosalie as particularly poignant. Taking his fingers down the length of her dress, he looked her in the eyes with anticipation. He moved his hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up. She raised her hands in the air, allowing him to throw the dress to the side. He threw the dress on the ground next to a nearby boulder. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze on the buttocks of her cheek. At this point in time, she had begun to exhibit a more pronounced hump on her stomach. She was giggling to herself as she worked carefully to undo his buttons, but he ripped the shirt off of him before she could even finish unbuttoning it properly. While they were still in their human condition, his wolf howled at her to assert his ownership of her. She got down on her knees and began ripping his pants and boxers off of his waistband and thighs. His hands moved to her back and unclipped her bra, releasing the confi