*PHOEBE'S POV***He grabbed me, and I smiled.He backed away, still smiling, and gave me a long, loving kiss on the lips, neck, and shoulders. He released the robe's tie, kissed my nape, and let it fall to the ground. After revealing my nudity, he started sucking, flashing his tongue as he did so on my nipples. He lowered himself to kiss my belly as I made a small moaning motion, moving slowly but surely in that direction.His lips curved downward, licking the region just above the beginning of my genital lips. Further down the line, he started licking, kissing, and touching my inner thighs. I raised my right leg and put it on the edge of the bed while the other stayed on the floor. I groaned and threw back my head in arousal. He feasts his eyes on my pink pussy. It was moistened with my clear fluids.My clitoris and pussy were stimulated. He began by kissing my thighs before moving on to my vagina. He laid me on the bed after carrying me around like a baby. He opened my legs and fold
-HUDSON'S POV- Slipping out of bed at noon was unacceptable. Shit! I was late for my meetings. Getting up from the bed gave me slight dizziness. Touching my neck proved that my mark was healed, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she had claimed me and Regis. I thought that more time was essential to figure out if we truly could have a happy future to look forward to before considering marking each other. My love blooms only for her but what if later down the line she needed more than a strap-on? What if I was forced to let another man make love to her in order to have her sexual appetite satiated? Do I dare ask her to tone down her kinkiness and settle for my limitation? Removing the strap-on, I washed it properly in the bathroom, then dried it thoroughly. I jumped into the shower with muddled thoughts. The sight of my dysfunctional cock made me feel less than a man. Cursed and broken without a way to end my misery. I sighed in despair. Today would be a day of desp
-HUDSON’S POV- Hanging out with my pals was super fun, I had not unwound in months because Alpha duties can be copious. For once, I wanted to shred the mental stress in my mind. Embracing a little blithe just like a regular guy. Mandy flirted with me. She was a 5’3” cute blonde with dark brown eyes. Her hair had a lot of curls and she was into car racing. It was a hobby that I had taken a knack for a few years back. “Hey, sport,” She called out to me as I exited the bar. Turning to face her, I knew what the intentions were, “Mandy, aren’t you tired of trying to get me into bed?” “You only come here when you need to get away.” She stood so close to me that our chests met. “Why don’t you let me give you a good time?” Her fingers brushed at my black hair that laid against my left ear. "It would be one night only.” Catching her hand, I removed it slowly from contacting my skin. “I’m not a wild man, and I have my mate.” “Then why doesn’t she release your stress? If she’s not capable,
-PHOEBE'S POV- My body felt like a heavy log as I struggled to get out of bed. It was like I could not manage my own body weight. Jogging my memory about last night’s event produced a blank slate. Did I party too much? I must have been overly drunk and I bet that Fiona was to be blamed. My intrepid best friend. Focusing on my strength, I made it to the bathroom through the muscle aches and pain. The toothbrush felt like three tons of bricks. What the hell was wrong with me? With little energy, I brushed my teeth and showered, clinging to the walls and hoping not to fall. In forty minutes, I was done and dressed in brown yoga shorts with a cream T-shirt with capped sleeves before I wobbly trudged downstairs. To my surprise, Mom was sitting on the living room couch, sipping her tea and reading the morning's paper. “Look who is up,” Mom said sarcastically, looking up with her steely blue eyes from her paper with a grimace. Every time she turned her head, her black, precisely coiffed h
*HUDSON’S POV*** “What the fuck have I heard?” Dad roared as he burst the office door open in a volcanic rage. It would only have been a matter of time before he heard about the rejection that I had done with Phoebe. Now he had become aware that she had gone home and would no longer be the future luna of this pack. This reaction was expected. I can't recall the last time I had my father this angry at something that I did. Motionless, I stared back at his puffing wrath. I was sure that he had more to say, so I remained quiet in my seat around the oak office desk. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He pointed his index finger at me, “What is wrong with Phoebe? Why won’t you take a Luna?” He had been frustratedly rough-raking his fingers through his dark blonde pompadour hair, which ruggedly stood out in all directions. His 6'5 muscular frame paced the floor back and forth, wildly throwing accusations at me. I listened to his continuous raving until eventually he decided to allow me
-PHOEBE’S POV- Since I left the FireBrick Pack, I have been sickly. It has been almost a month now and to my horror, the memories of the time that I spent there won’t return. Joana informed me about the training, shopping, and partying that we did but my mind remains pitch black. Werewolves didn’t get ill unless there was contact with silver, wolfsbane poisoning, or oleanders. After being checked at the hospital, there was one particular herb detected that witches used to induce memory loss. Mom had stormed to Alpha Terryl of our pack for him to seek an explanation from the Alpha Hudson of FireBrick regarding my sickness and amnesia. However, he says that there was no way to hold them accountable, especially since I returned on my own. Of course, Mom hit the roof and argued with our Alpha. She was blessed with a daring boldness, especially when it came to protecting her family. The lightheadedness kept me mostly at home. Mom checked in on me daily but hardly engaged with me about a
-PHOEBE'S POV- “Hey Phoebe, wait up!” "Morning," I shouted to my dearest ebony friend. Fiona motioned for me to come over with her hand. She was seated next to our other friend, the pack's queen bitch. The last time that we hung out was hard to recall. Since I came back from FireBrick, being ill has kept me mostly in solitude and away from much socialization. Today I was feeling better. If my mate did not want me, to hell with him. "Hello ladies," I sat taking a seat next to Fiona, giving her a hug across the shoulder. "Hello Pheebs," Wendy said and smiled at me. I ruffled her curly blonde hair as she slapped my hand away in annoyance. "Why are you both idling on the training grounds?" I prompted them. "We are catching a break and gawking at the football team that showed up for punishment in training." Wendy squealed and I laughed. "I think I convinced the football captain to sleep with me." "Which one is he?" I had to know. "There," she pointed for me to spot him, "The cutie
-PHOEBE'S POV-The room around me was different when my lazy eyes decided to open. Everything in the surroundings brought the awareness that I was not home. It was pretty classy and I liked the design. By using a dark navy blue color scheme, the architectural features generated a tranquil cave-like ambiance. Perhaps that was why I had fallen asleep.The space had a luxury aspect equal to that of a high-end European hotel room thanks to the heavy velvet curtains; white thermal drapes merged with the ottoman bench at the foot of the bed made of linen fabric and with foam padded seats and wooden legs.As much as I wanted to take in more of the room, my joints hurt as I shifted on the bed and my head pounded. Instinctively, my hand massaged my forehead.My throat was dry and sore. Why is this happening to me? I cried inwardly. Going home and being in the familiarity of my own room would be better suited for my circumstances.Suddenly, the door opened and footsteps moved closer to me. It wa
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Tremors filled my insides as I knocked on the door of the second study, west of the pack house. Closing my eyes, I inhaled sharply to quiet my nerves, though the rapid drumming of my heart prevailed. Lowering my head, I longingly stared at the door handle in my hand before entering the room. “Is this her?” After entering the room, I stood the standardized seven feet from the seated Luna. My hands were to my sides, fidgeting with my uniform. The heat of the Luna’s gaze filtered into the room, and multiplied my anxiety. “Yes, Luna,” Cecilia answered. My head was slightly raised to acknowledge the beautiful black hair Luna before me. She sat with her legs crossed on the white leather love seat. Matron Cecilia ceremoniously stood at her left side, overlapping her hands. Luna Phoebe had a clean complexion and highlighted her blue eyes with beige eye shadow and black winged eyeliner. Nude lip gloss painted her full lips and she wore a slim-fitted denim dress with a turn
*TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter covers abuse*- Earlier that day......... -MIKAYLA’S POV- SLAP! A sudden pain stung across my right cheek. The impact of her palm sent me into shock as I tried to grasp what she had done to me. My lips busted as she gave me a second slap with imprints of her five fingers. “You bitch!” She coldly scolds, “I told you to stay away from Archie!” She lifted her right hand again and I caught it. “Pam, what’s gotten into you?” I shrieked in astonishment and shoved her hand away. I was in the kitchen collecting the dirty hand towels and mittens to take them down to the laundry. Here, at the pack house, I was one of the laundry staff. She popped behind me on the stairs going down to the basement. Sensing her behind me, I turned and was greeted by a waspish slap, then she pushed me. The basket and everything went out of my hands as I fell and my head collided with the cold tiled ground. Orphans are ranked as omegas within the werewolf kingdom. Having no li
HERON’S POV- - Sitting around the dinner table, my sister snuck up from behind and hugged me. “What’s up, little brother?” Her infectious smile always made my mouth curve into one as well. “Pretty much the same. You know how boring I am.” A frown subdued her features as her lips thinned. “If your life is so uneventful, why don’t you make things happen for yourself? Go visit your friends from high school or start college.” I glanced at Mom, who refused to look at me. She must have egged Pandia into being her accomplice. The obvious guilt was plastered on her face. “My life is fine as it is.” Dad had not joined us yet. Usually, Mom does not allow us to begin without his presence. So, something must be keeping him away. However, my Beta and Delta were here with me. “Your commanding officers should not be cooped up in an isolated cottage. If you lived here, they could contribute much more to operations.” Pandia was a replica of our Mom. Don’t tell me I will have to endure both of t
*HERON'S POV* Sensing my wrath, Forbes did to the guy, what I channeled to him through our mental link. He kneed him in the groin, sending him to the floor once more, clutching his mid area in agony. He sputters from the blow and coughs as spit flies from his mouth. His face gives the most horrendous sight. “Tell us what we need to know,” Sage angrily demands while he stands at my side. The strategy is ever the same. Forbes lunges and attacks the enemy, but Sages protects me by not leaving my side. “She’s a troublemaker who doesn’t know how to behave for her own good,” the dark-skinned guy retorted as he leaned his injured frame against the wall for support. “We will find her.” In my mind, I was thinking of the many ways that I wished to send him to hell. Feeling disgusted by their presence, I thought that they should all die. But they knew my mate and I had to get information to find her. “As of now she is no longer your concern,” Sages snarled at the douchebag, “If you do find
*HERON'S POV* “Alpha Carter, we would love for you to join the Batch for the fall semester,” Dean Vassell tells me, but I have no interest in being here. Balking, I was in his office under my father’s constant nagging to further my education. Impassively, I took the pamphlet out of his hand to look at the programs to decide what to pursue. “I’ll review these before making a decision.” The Dean of Luckingham College stood from his desk and bowed, “Have a good day, Alpha.” I wheeled out of his office, and down the corridor of the college halls. Dad wanted me to resume my studies and so I obliged. He was trying to help me get my life on track and take over the pack, but to be honest, I believe that my sister, Pandia, was very much capable of being their Alpha instead of me. The were-kingdom was a patriarchal society and so the elders were skeptical of having a female running the pack. However, from my perspective, Pandia was a badass of alpha bloodline and more suitable than I could
*Welcome to The Detached Alpha: This is a sequel that follows thirteen years after the ending of The Unattainable Alpha. In this chapter Alpha Hudson and Luna Phoebe's son, Heron, is sixteen years old. Please enjoy!* *THIRD PERSON POV* Two years earlier…………….. “How is my son?” The distraught in Luna Phoebe’s voice could not be helped. “Doctor?” Dr. Mosi blocked the Luna’s path to restrict her from entering the operating room. The Luna seemed to be on the verge of cracking under worry. Luna Phoebe needed to hear some good news. Unaware of how grave her son's condition was, because she had not seen him since the Beta brought him home, she could not stay still. She demanded to hear from someone so they could let her see him. However, they provided no information, and now the Head Pack Doctor was prohibiting her from entering the room where her son was admitted. She was uncertain of how long she could maintain her composure before the lid was blown. Thanks to her husband, the rescue
Dear Valued Readers, The next chapters are a sequel of Alpha Hudson and Luna Phoebe's son - Alpha Heron and his story. Here's a preview of what to anticipate. The prologue shows what happened to Heron when he was sixteen years old. Then the first chapter is two years later when he meets his mate. The Detached Alpha Blurb: Heron's birthright is to become Alpha of FireBricks Pack. However, after being kidnapped at age16 and experimented on by a crazy scientist, he is left in a wheelchair. After meeting his fated mate, he feels reborn, but is later crushed. He goes into remission. His father, Alpha Hudson, suggests that he takes a Luna and produce an Alpha heir for the sake of the pack. Forced by the pressure of the council regarding the welfare of the pack, he chooses an Omega mate, Mikayla. Mikayla is an Omega who's been bullied by her former best friend and associates. But being one who carries out her duties well, Luna Phoebe recommends her to serve at her son's cottage for str
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Hello Readers, Thank you for your continued support. Please encourage me by sharing some of your gems at the end of each chapter. Also, if you liked this story, could you please leave a review so that others can see your opinions? Mates: Regrets and Redemption, my other original piece, is also completed. If you have not read it, you could go ahead and have a look when it is most convenient for you. I'm currently working on Mates: Valen's Odyssey, the first chapters of which will be released in 2023. Once again, I am grateful and it was a pleasure to read your comments and to see you add my work to your library. So, thanks for your gems, comments and reviews. You will hear more from me soon! I send a thousand blessings your way. #Much love! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ :)