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2024-02-27 07:38:42
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The Alpha King's Breeder Fate
NaomiMoonrise gleams under a light snowfall. The golden city shines in shades of silver, and the neon reach of shop signs and streetlights casts a multicolor blur through the fourth-story windows of my mom’s office in the palace. She rises from her desk, but her gaze is locked on the piece of paper clutched between her hands. I glance away from the window, eyeing her progress across the room to where she comes to a stop near the main doors and carefully folds the paper, slips it in an envelope, and stamps it with hot, tacky wax, stamping it with our family’s royal crest. She drops the envelope in a box, where one of her many assistants will find it in the morning and mail it. To where? Beats me. I avoid all mention of paperwork if possible. It seems against nature, all witchy things considered. “You’re up awfully late,” Mom murmurs. She glides in my direction but takes a seat on one of the bright red velvet couches in the center of her office instead, arching to pour herself a cup
The Alpha King's Breeder Winter Arrives
Oakley“Oakley,” Ian whispers, his voice filling the dreamscape I’ve been languishing in for the better part of the last hour. I open my eyes to our ceiling and faint silver light floating across the golden-brown logs. “It’s snowing.”I sit up to look over his shoulders at the window beside our bed, where, sure enough, thick snowflakes fall in dizzying spirals. Beyond the window, the closest trees catch the snow, and their branches are now a bright white. Cold mist coats the corners of the windows, and ice crystals creep across the glass panes. Winter has come. There was a time when neither of us thought we’d see it again. I rest my chin on his shoulder. Instead of going back to sleep for another hour or two, we lie there side by side and watch the snow accumulate, both of us silently making mental lists of chores that still need to be done to prepare for the next several months of cold and snow. The harvest season is over. Ian won’t be splitting his time between hunting and the mi
The Alpha King's Breeder Home
OakleyThe wedding ritual always takes place during the last full night of the Harvest Festival. Tomorrow, and well into tomorrow night, everyone from the tribes and packs scattered across the Deadlands will pack up and depart for home, wherever that may be. I’ve always been fascinated by weddings here. It’s a group ceremony with all of the engaged or handfasted couples who met and married quickly over the winter months, and occasionally the mates who met during the spring mating balls. Mates who met during this festival season’s mating balls also, occasionally, have a chance to join the ceremony, but some do wait until next year, choosing to handfast so more time can be taken to pay bride prices and make dresses for the grand event. The whole pack comes to watch the ceremony. The wedding takes place on the top of the hill the festival surrounds. Below, friends, family, and packmates gather to watch the circle of couples be blessed by priestesses and say their rites and formal vows.
The Alpha King's Breeder Queenly Duties
NaomiLife has, as usual, moved on despite my brain’s decision to linger on the events of the past several weeks. The palace in Moonrise, my home since birth, feels, smells, and sounds the same as it always has, but for whatever reason, it feels almost foreign now. My room is a wash of dark crimsons and grays as I thumb through a stack of novels I usually keep hidden in a shoebox under my bed. Normally, I’d gravitate toward a bodice-ripping, utterly juicy romance about two people who, under normal circumstances, would never cross paths, but today, every choice falls flat and is utterly tasteless. For the past two weeks, I feel like I’ve been floating aimlessly through space and time without a place to land. My bedroom door opens, and familiar, determined footsteps break the silence. I slowly turn to face my sister. Fallon looks like a sun kissed angel in her gown of cream satin. Her hair is perfectly pinned back with pearl clips, and her makeup, like always, is modestly impeccabl
The Alpha King's Breeder Feral
IanOakley walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her wet hair glimmers in the faint light of the oil lamp I lit and rested on the kitchen counter. It’s the earliest, dead hours of morning. The sun won’t rise for another few hours, and it’s raining so hard her footsteps are drowned out by the downpour that thunders over the tin roof. I didn’t totally anticipate taking her here, to my home, tonight. I misjudged the weather and got a bit too enthusiastic about the fact that we both were able to shift. There was magic in the air, and that magic dragged me back here, to the home I intend to share with her, soon, if the Goddess sees fit. Still, according to customs shared by both of our packs and the tribes that laid our cultural foundations, this is an entirely inappropriate situation… for a couple who isn’t at least handfasted. And no one knows we are but Naomi.“Better?” I ask, handing her one of my shirts. She accepts the garment with a quick, embarrassed smile. “I guess I ha
The Alpha King's Breeder Take It; It's Yours
OakleyThe night after my bride price was paid, I didn’t fall into bed until long after the moon rose. Wine flowed in the Silverhide packhouse until well after sunset, and a feast was laid out in my honor. The entire pack, including my future grandparents-in-law, if that’s a thing, celebrated me. More merriment will come, like it always does this time of year when the young women of Silverhide prepare for their weddings. But the evening was tinged with a certain kind of melancholy I could see in the eyes of my mother and my aunts. I will not be spending the winter in Silverhide. I roll over in my bed, jarred awake for some reason, and stare at the far wall. It’s raining, sprinkling, just hard enough to sound on the roof directly above my head while I watch shadows play over my dresser. Memories of the feast last night simmer and fade, and my eyes grow heavy again, and within a blink, I’m falling back into a dream state. A smooth, hard clunk rings through the room. I open one eye,
The Alpha King's Breeder Bleeding and Dirty
*Maddox*I walk ahead of the stretcher carrying Isla and try not to pull my fur out. If I had thumbs, I might’ve already pulled out enough fur around my forehead that I’d look bald.Images of a wolf with a receding hairline come to mind, and I almost laugh. But nothing is that funny right now.What the
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*Isla*“Can I come in?”I stare at the girl, not quite sure what to say. I’m taken aback that she’s even here. What in the world could she possibly have to say to me?And yet, it’s very difficult for me to tell her to leave. She looks so sad, standing there in the doorway, her bulging stomach protrudin
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ArisPosey disappears in a flurry of gray wool the second my powers fade like tendrils of smoke across the dark mosaic tiles of the grand foyer. Her footsteps echo down a darkened corridor, the only sound for what feels like an eternity–an eternity spent willing myself to stand still and not chase
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Posey“I don’t think I understand.” I set the letter down and turn to Aris, who’s leaning against the hearth in our bedroom. “My father wrote this?”“It’s his blessing.” He crouches, inspecting the fire with a poker. I resist the urge to crumple the letter but set it neatly on the bed instead. “In
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