I recently completed my second book “Going Rogue” (Gina’s Story) and will soon be returning to Rieka and Aleksandr’s story to pick up where we left off.If you haven’t already please check out Gina’s story and give it a review. It didn’t get nearly as much attention as this one, and I’d love to see it get enough reviews to show a rating on the info page. I have 2 more books planned for this series, but I’m also starting a new job that might take some extra time to learn and get in the swig of things. I’m going to try and write ahead a little before I begin publishing so that you guys never miss an update because of my crazy schedule.Have a great weekend and stay tuned for the sequel to “Second Chance Luna” - “The Luna’s Family Secret” - in the coming months! I HOPE to start publishing the sequel in March, but I'll post a short preview here soon to give you a sneak peak. ;-) Much Love,Anja
Aleksandr smiles as he lifts my hand to place a featherlight kiss on the back side. “Are you ready for your honeymoon Mrs. Volkov?” The corner of his mouth tips up in an adorable half smile, and I almost giggle at being called Mrs. Volkov, but the heat in his eyes stops me dead in my tracks and reminds me of the promise of what’s to come when we get to…. Wherever it is that he’s taking me. “Am I still not allowed to know where we’re going?” I reply with a smile. I know I didn’t answer his question, but I’m suddenly feeling playful. He shakes his head, but I follow up with another question before he can speak. “Can you at least tell me how long it will be before we get there?” Aleksandr pauses in thought and for a moment. Just when I think I might get SOMETHING out of him, he shakes his head again. “No, that might give too much away.” ----- I was in the woods alone at night. I kept hearing something and glancing around, but there was nothing I could see. Just trees and bus
ALEKSANDR “Alpha, did you still want to go on a drive through the human town tomorrow?” I look up from my desk to see my Beta Dustin standing in the doorway. His sandy blonde hair hangs down on his forehead, while his brown eyes always have a hint of mischief, even in serious situations. He’s always had a very happy, light-hearted personality, and he’s the eternal optimist. He looks extremely young but he’s only 3 years younger than me. Those werewolf genes keep us looking much younger than our true age. Patrols have been running through the closest human town daily to check in, but he knows I like to see first-hand how things are going every now and then, and it’s been a while since my last visit. The humans aren’t aware of our presence, but it doesn’t matter. It’s our job to protect any human towns that fall within our territory. This doesn’t usually include large cities because no packs or pack members actually reside in the city and we let the human authorities handle thos
ALEKSANDR “Alpha Aleksandr Volkov, please explain to everyone what plan you’ve come up with to expand and protect our territories and continue to grow our finances.” “Of course, Alpha Reece. We know that the human population keeps growing and as the towns expand, they inch closer to each of our territories. This means that our pack members have to be more cautious when letting their wolves out for a run. It also puts our young pups at a greater risk of being exposed to humans before we have properly prepared them. I proposed we expand our immediate territory and the human areas we also protect through investment properties. We can run some businesses ourselves providing additional jobs to pack members, and some properties we can rent out to humans for their own business ventures. We can help the humans by offering them reasonable prices on their leases, while also controlling how close they set up to our official pack lands.” There are seven different North American packs repr
ALEKSANDR Dustin walks into my office about 30 minutes earlier than we planned. He appears to be texting someone, so I ignore him and continue my work. After a few minutes I hear him chuckle as he slides his phone into his pocket. “Are you ready to go Alpha?” I glance up to be met with that familiar smirk, “Yeah, just give me about five minutes to wrap up this paperwork. I could definitely go for an early lunch today,” I respond with a sigh of relief. Dustin takes a seat on the sofa under the window, pulls his phone back out, and starts texting again while he’s waiting. He continues to chuckle to himself, and I find it quite distracting. I quickly finish up and we head outsides. I raise a brow at him and question, “What’s got you giggling like a schoolgirl?” Dustin doesn’t take offense to my comment. “Emmitt and I were just having a little fun planning a small prank for the patrol groups tonight. We’re going to--” “I don’t want to know!” I quickly interrupt him. I know
UNKNOWN My lungs feel like they are on fire, but I keep pushing forward. Running is my therapy. When I’m in a good mood, it’s a way to express my joy. When I’m stressed out or struggling, it’s the best stress reliever. It's a beautiful day in late September, but today has been a bit stressful, and I really needed this run. My usual route is just barely under 4 miles, and by the end I’m exhausted. I always run through the park last because there are more people there. It’s not that I really care that much about what others think, but when I know others can see me, I’m less likely to slack off and be lazy. This means less walking breaks, and I push myself a bit harder. I set small goals for myself while I’m running to keep me moving. I’ll often pick a sign in the distance and tell myself that I can’t take a walk break until I reach that sign. Then I immediately pick another object like a specific tree and tell myself that when I reach that point, I need to start running again
ALEKSANDR The thing I couldn’t understand was why her scent was so faint. It was almost as if she has passed by hours ago instead of minutes. The pull of the mate bond usually makes your mate’s scent overpowering, and being much stronger than any other scent adds to the allure. Dustin still didn’t know why we were following this human or why I was asking for more information about her, but I could tell he wanted to give me a hard time. We cut our drive through the town short, and he kept glancing at me with curiosity in his eyes as we head back to the pack house. He loves making jokes and getting me riled up, but he also knows not to joke about something serious, and since he doesn’t know the situation yet, he's obviously waiting until I tell him what’s going on. He’s my beta and my closest friend, so I know I can trust him, but there is too much happening here that doesn’t make sense. I need to wait until I have more answers before I tell him about my mate. At the very least
ALEKSANDR I smirk at my mother, knowing full well that she likely already has some sort of inkling about what’s on my mind. Instead of asking her one of my many questions, I start with one that will give me a frame of reference to start the conversation, “What do you know? You’ve been giving me looks all evening, so I’d rather start with the information you already have.” My mother beams at me as she says, “So you HAVE found her.” I chuckle at her excitement, “Yes, my wolf recognizes her as our mate, but I’m confused about something…” My mind wanders back to earlier today when I first caught that faint but heavenly scent. “When you first scent your mate it’s usually overwhelmingly strong, but her scent was so weak that I couldn’t smell it until she was very close to where I was. I’ve never heard of a mate’s scent being almost undetectable. Do you know anything about this?” My mother has a far off look in her eyes, as if she is searching her almost 2 centuries of memories and