Raya's life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers the existence of the supernatural. For years, she has bounced around foster homes, never knowing the identity of her parents. The only constant in her life is her best friend, Amaya. Little does she know that a Halloween party will unravel the secrets of her true heritage. Raya is thrust into a world of vampires, werewolves, and witches. She learns that she is not meant to know this secret, and as a result, she is kept on pack lands as a prisoner until the alpha, Cruz, feels he can trust her. Confined within the pack's boundaries, Raya feels a magnetic pull towards Dane, the beta, unlike anything she has ever experienced before. For the first time in her life, the touch of men does not repulse her, it ignites a fire within her. However, Dane can't determine if Raya is his mate or not. Her scent is intoxicating to all the wolves, and they all feel a primal pull towards her, but it is her connection to Dane that is the strongest. Can Raya unravel the secrets of her past now that she knows of the supernatural world? Is Dane truly her mate or is it the pull she feels towards the Gamma or Alpha that is her true mate?
View MoreAt the tender age of 22, I stumbled upon a shocking revelation - humans were not the only beings that roamed this planet, and I was not one of them. Now, I find myself so deeply entrenched in this otherworldly realm that I can scarcely recall how I ever managed to live a "normal" life.
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Raya's POV
"You look hot as hell, stop worrying, Raya." Amaya's black tinted lips turned up into one of her signature mischievous grins as she looked at me with an amused twinkle in her piercing blue eyes. I've always found that blue so beautiful against her caramel skin.
"You can say that all you like, but I'm still going to be uncomfortable. This leather dress is too much, Amaya." I pulled at the tight fabric, but it didn't budge in the slightest. "This is way too exposing. Look!" I jumped a little to show my breasts jiggle and almost pop out of the tube top dress she dressed me in. "How is it you had this dress sitting in your closet?"
"Oh, you know, just another party last year." She flicked her long slender hand in the air as if it was nothing unusual. "I promise you're going to have fun, so will you stop worrying about the dress and just come on!" She tugged at my wrist, pulling me towards the cemetery, the destination of this cursed Halloween party. I still don't know how she managed to convince me to come.
"Of course you don't mind, you have pants and a cute little crop top on. Remind me why I had to wear the dress?" I arched my slender brow at her.
"Because it looks better on you, and besides black leather was the dress code this year. So suck it up, buttercup, and let's go." She pulled my wrist again, forcing me to follow closely behind. The cool breeze picked up her thick, curly, black hair, which she had streaked with blue dye, almost matching the color of her eyes. "You know black looks good against that pasty white skin of yours, so don't complain."
"Gee, thanks," I rolled my eyes at her.
"Come on, Raya, let's party!"
As we approached the cemetery, I couldn't help but marvel at its eerie beauty, transformed to suit the Halloween party. This particular cemetery had been used in the past for those accused of aiding witches in one way or another. These bodies have been underground for centuries, so most people didn't feel it was disrespectful to have a party here, but I did. A cemetery, regardless of its age, should never be used to host a celebration. Had I known the location beforehand, I would have never in a million years agreed to come.
A thick white fog blanketed the ground, obscuring my feet as we stepped in. The fog felt cold against my skin, almost making me believe it was real mist, but I was sure it wasn't natural. Surely, there are a ton of smoke machines running to produce something this dense. Large LED candles and lanterns were scattered throughout the small cemetery, casting an eerie glow on everyone here. As I looked around, I saw everyone in an array of black leather outfits, confirming Amaya had not lied about the dress code.
In the distance, I could see a dense thicket of trees leading into the dark, foreboding woods, only adding to the unsettling atmosphere. There was definitely something in the air tonight, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was an angry spirit. I knew there's more to this world than meets the eyes, and I certainly didn't want one of them following me around after this.
"Let's go aquamarine," Amaya said, using the nickname she gave me for the color of my eyes.
"Where?" I followed as she gave me no choice with her tight grip on me.
"To get drinks, of course!"
She led us deeper into the cemetery, and I struggled to avoid stepping on any graves, but the thick fog made it nearly impossible to tell where they were. Eventually, we arrived at a large circular stage in the center, surrounded by more LED candles and an overwhelming number of bottles. The variety of alcohol on display was staggering, leaving me to wonder how much money they had squandered on this party.
Suddenly, a fake howl pierced the air from behind us, and I spun around to see a tall, lanky guy with dark hair approaching the stage. His silver eyes were clearly contacts, but they looked so authentic. "Amaya! I see you've brought a friend," he exclaimed, licking his lips suggestively.
"Off limits, Darwin," Amaya quickly shoved me behind her, giving me the feeling there was something I was missing here.
"No fun," Darwin pouted. "One taste wouldn't hurt anyone."
"It would hurt you."
Okay, definitely missing something here.
"You heard her, Darwin. You don't want to get cursed, best to leave her alone."
Another guy, whom I assumed was Darwin's friend, sauntered over and draped his long arm over Darwin's shoulders. He flashed us a smile that revealed a set of sharp fangs, which were undoubtedly part of his costume. However, they looked so authentic that they must have cost a pretty penny. He had light brown hair and the same silver eyes as Darwin. Both of them were undeniably attractive, almost too much so. But the way their eyes bore into me, as if I were a hot meal, sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'd listen to Roman," Amaya spat, crossing her arms. Her thick brows pinched together forming a deep v over her eyes as she stared these men down. Amaya has always been tough and bold, whereas I've been quiet and timid. I liked to observe people more than interact with them, but Amaya has made it her mission to get me out of my bubble.
"We're going now, little witch, don't worry. I'll see you around, Raya." Roman said, flashing me that smile again, but there was something almost threatening in that statement. How did he even know my name? I stayed quiet as they walked past us, hiding my face behind a curtain of my light blonde hair.
"Make sure you stay close to my side tonight, okay?" Amaya urged me.
"Yeah, no problem there." I nodded, because I certainly wasn't going to be unaccompanied at this party.
Amaya put her impressive drink-making skills to use, concocting us the most delicious beverages. You have to be careful with her drinks, as they pack a stronger punch than you'd think. I sipped at my red cup as Amaya dragged me around to mingle with a sea of new faces I assumed to be people from the new job she said she got shortly after graduating. They were all intriguing in their own way, but for some odd reason many of them kept requesting to taste me. It was very odd, and I was starting to think that this was some sort of fetish shared by everyone here.
"Amaya!" A voice called her from the distance, but it didn't sound happy to see her.
"Oh, hey, Dane," Amaya said, greeting him like she'd just been busted for doing something wrong, but playing it off like everything was fine.
As I turned, my gaze met the striking golden eyes of an incredibly attractive man. I had never felt such a magnetic pull towards someone before, and I found myself wanting to reach out and touch his hand. He had silver hair that was dyed a vibrant orange at the front, framing his hairline. A scar ran down his cheek and another over his eyebrow, lending him an air of mystery. The scars were a bright red, which struck me as odd. Had they happened recently?
"Cruz told you not to bring her, and you disobeyed him!" Dane scolded Amaya, quickly prying his eyes away from me and towards her.
"Fuck Cruz, and his stupid rules. She's been my best friend since second grade. She's trustworthy!"
As Amaya and Dane continued to argue in front of me, my emotions spiraled out of control. I couldn't comprehend it, but my body was inexplicably drawn to Dane. My hands ached to run through his hair and down his face to his soft neck, while my lips yearned to taste his. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and it left me feeling like a sopping mess. I despised the intensity of these emotions, so I stupidly backed away and fled to the edge of the cemetery, near the woods.
My heart raced and my knees shook as I tried to compose myself. I couldn't understand what that was, that drive for someone I've never felt before. It was something entirely foreign to me. I had had a few boyfriends in the past, but I had never let things go beyond a kiss. The moment their lips met mine, I would feel like vomiting, as if my body was repulsed by their touch. This had happened countless times, and as a result, my relationships never lasted long. They weren't bad guys, but they required physical intimacy that I couldn't give them. This was the first time my body had ever craved someone, and it was throwing me for a loop.
Roman appeared before me in an instant, despite my certainty that there had been no one around. "Hello, Raya. I told you I'd be seeing you again."
Raya’s POV A heavy gush of hair left my lungs as my sweet child kicked me under the ribs once more. There was barely any room for him inside me now, and I still had another two weeks to go. Training has become increasingly hard, as being pregnant has somehow tripled my powers. I guess my body wants to protect our child just as much as my heart. “What have I told you about kicking your mother?” Dane jokingly scolded our child as he pointed to my stomach, as if he could understand. I laughed, loving every moment of seeing him be a dad. Dane has spoiled me rotten, never leaving my side, carrying me everywhere, bringing me everything. I couldn’t ask for a better king– for a better mate. In this world he is more than just a husband. He is part of my soul– my literal other half. “I’m ready for him to come out, but also not. I really feel like I have no idea what I am doing. What if I mess it all up? What if I can’t control my goddess magic while in labor?” These worries have been eatin
Raya’s POV Holding Dane’s hand, I dragged him out of the orgy that had apparently started and gave chase to Nessa. I wanted to know who it was that was mated to a woman like her. Who would be strong enough to handle her? She was fast as she ran through the field and into the castle. She paused at the center first floor with her nose in the air as she scented out her mate. When she caught the strong smell once more, she headed up the stairs. I began to realize where we were headed as she turned right at the corridor and then another left. When we reached his room, it suddenly made sense. I had seen that faint white line when they had first met, after all. I just didn’t realize what it was, and neither had they. She busted that door open without a care, entering without asking. Blake’s eyes bulged out of his head as he stared at a crazy looking Nessa. Her eyes were fiercely on him, like a cat in heat ready to pounce. She was not going to be taking no as an answer, so I really hope Bla
Raya’s POV I found Grandpa with Blake, messing with things in his room. It was almost as if we had two official wizard’s instead of just one. I realized with the curse gone, and Elliot dead, would Blake want to return to his old pack. That would be something I would leave up to him. Of course, I would miss him if he chose to leave, but I would also understand. Especially with Dad coming back, we would have 3 wizards in this pack, and somehow that feels against the rules. If there even are any for that. “I need to talk to you,” I told him as I approached him, giving him a hug before I continued. With everything going on, I had yet to tell him the news about Dad. I was giddy with excitement, ready to just blurt it out. “You’ve got my attention, pumpkin.” “I had a meeting this morning with a group of gods called the Gilded Enforcers.” “The Gilded Enforcers?!” Grandpa’s eyes shot wide, seeming to know exactly who I was talking about. “Are you okay? Are you being punished? What hap
Raya’s POVI watched as Amaya tried to process everything that had just been told to her. She took a step back as she does when she needs a second longer to think. Her eyes scanned over Hunter cautiously, taking in every little feature. She was studying him, studying her mate. Finally, after about 5 minutes, she walked towards Hunter. I watched as my poor new friend stood against my oldest friend. He was scared. I could feel it from where I stood. “You’re a wizard?” Her tone was laced with deep disbelief, even though I had confirmed his story. Amaya wasn’t quick to trust, especially not someone she previously disliked. “I am.” Hunter nodded, his posture slouching slightly under her gaze. She was tearing this poor new Alpha down in a matter of seconds as she circled him, almost as if she were appraising me. “Show me,” she demanded, holding her chin as she continued to analyze him. “I don’t really know how without hurting something.” “Come with me.” Amaya grabbed his hand, causing
Hunter’s POVI tried to find Amaya last night, to tell her who I was to her. I knew witches didn’t have mates, at least not normally. Most chose a wizard to be with so that their children could still have magic. In rare instances a wolf would be mated to a witch, but in most of those cases, the witch would reject them, not wanting to lose the magic they could pass down to their children. I could understand that, but this would be different. I am not only a werewolf but a wizard, and as such, Amaya and I could have children that would still be able to have magic. She wouldn’t have to give anything up to be with me, at least nothing except the Lunaris Pack.My heart clenched at the thought of her rejecting me. I knew she hated the Eclipse Moon Pack with a passion. Without her feeling the mate bon
Raya’s POVI awoke to the sound of a light humming. It called to me like a siren in the night, leading me in a trance down the hall and away from my sleeping mate. Standing in front of a room with a black door speckled in white, I slowly opened the door, unsure of what I would find. There stood three large figures in gold, each one with their own intimidating presence. Their eerie eyes scanned over me as if I were nothing more than an ant in their wake. In front of them stood my mother alongside my father. I knew not who these large figures were, but I knew they were important.“Come inside, daughter of Selene. Your presence is required for us to proceed,” the man in the middle spoke. He was taller than the other two by a few inches. His gold skin shone as if he were painted in golden glitter. His hair was no different, spar
Dane’s POVThe fight that felt like it had taken days to finish, was finally over. Raya was safe and in my arms once more as we stared out onto the bloody field. I knew we had a lot to clean up, but for just a minute I was able to hold Raya close. The effects of the necklace that Blake had gifted me before the fight were starting to wear off, causing me to feel the insane need to be wrapped around my mate. She stared out at all the deceased, feeling their deaths deep in her soul. I knew it was affecting her greatly, especially Barrett’s.“Elliot is dead,” she whispered to me, revealing she wasn’t just hurting for Barrett. “We need to find Cruz, he’s hurt.”With just those words the need to consume her vanished, replaced by worry for the man I call my brother. We
Ch. 80Hunter’s POVI reached for Amaya, feeling myself be whisked away, but not wanting to leave her. My heart ached, wanting to tell her who she was to me. It was obvious she had no idea. I honestly wasn’t sure if witches had mates, or how any of that worked. Having just had so much of myself revealed to me, I wondered if she would accept a freak such as myself. The need to yell at Blake for taking me away from my mate was strong, only when we landed and my eyes fell on Elliot did that need stop.“Fuck me,” Blake said, letting out a breath of despair as he kneeled beside Elliot.I had never seen him so hurt before, not in all my life. Memories of us playing together, fighting one another, and growing strong alongside each other
Raya’s POVWe were whisked away into the galaxy as stars flitted about all around me. It was the most beautiful sight, but as I got closer to them, I realized they weren’t just stars. Each one had a name and they belonged to a witch or wizard, while others belonged to wolves. The stars were the magic that made every supernatural possible. They were the magic that wizards and witches yielded. The magic that helped werewolves shift. The magic that kept vampires alive. One in particular, a giant red star, called to me. I knew it to be mine as I approached its flickering light.“I thought you might be able to feel them all, but I wasn’t sure,” Dad said with a proud smile on his face. “This one is yours, go ahead and touch it.”My hands shook with nerves, unsure of what was about to happen
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