Part of the Iron River series. Can be read as a standalone story. Nivia is destined to become the alpha of the Iron River pack, following in the footsteps of her mother, Alpha Aeryn, the first female alpha. She has been preparing for her role by dealing with a very cold and arrogant potential ally, Alpha Rutherford. They have only talked online and have grown to hate each other. Nivia's carefree nature and informal approach get on the proud British alpha's nerves. While Rutherford's arrogance and forced politeness drive Nivia crazy. When they finally meet at a party, Nivia finds herself mated to the Alpha with a heart of stone.
View MoreFord’s povWhile I worked at the packhouse with my beta, I let the door remain open.‘Let?’ Callum asked mockingly. ‘You wanted to hear Sarah and Nivia talk.’Nivia seemed much more at ease around Sarah. They spoke freely, and I listened as they spoke about various topics. While I was not pleased to hear the way Nivia talked about me in the manner she did, I had expected worse.Hearing her laugh, seemingly carefree, was delightful.It was a bit loud, though.It seemed my mate was refraining from insulting me, which I appreciated. So, I repaid my mate the favour by holding my tongue for the rest of the day whenever she did something untoward.Mostly, that is. At times refraining from speaking felt impossible. It’s common for me to share my disapproval with my pack and family. I expect them to behave a certain way, and when they don’t, I teach them how to do things the right way.I watched Nivia read to my children before bed and considered it a pleasant surprise after the events of tod
Nivia’s povI held my tongue as we walked inside, wanting nothing more than some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, Ford was heading in the same direction as I was.We both wanted to freshen up before dinner, I guess.“I’ll leave you alone to do your thing; I’ll head down to the living room.” I said awkwardly. How was this going to work?!“Fifteen minutes until dinner is served,” Ford said sternly as he turned his back to me and walked into the bathroom.Thankfully the kids were downstairs to distract me.They both smiled when they saw me, and Ada called me over. “This is our playtime.”“That’s cool, so what are you playing, and can I join?” I always play around with the kids in my family. There are a lot of them!“A puzzle.” Ada pointed to the pieces in front of her.That’s boring. They have homeschooled all day, it seems, and then have some time to play, and they play with puzzles. I mean, if they like that sort of thing… It’s not how the kids at home play, though.Percy joined me and
Nivia’s povIt annoyed him so damn much when I talked, so I kept going, not giving my mate a moment of rest from my voice.He had treated me like crap, and while I have given in to Gwyn’s request to stay here and give Alpha Dashwood another chance, it doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy. Besides, I’m a nervous talker. So talking just comes naturally to me in awkward situations. I get it from my grandma. Well, both of them. All of them? I chuckled as I thought of all the women in my family.Grandma Lily is a great talker, but she can be pretty quiet when she’s busy painting. Then there’s Grandma April, who can’t get a word in when she’s around Grandpa Cy. They’re all actually my great-grandparents, but that’s a mouthful. Then there are my real grandparents, Grandma Leia and Grandma Eve. Eve isn’t as talkative as Leia.She did teach us all Dutch, which is a nice skill to have. Maybe I need to start cursing in Dutch to avoid more fights with Asswood.Out of all the grandparents, Gran
Ford’s povI stayed seated next to my mate, who appeared fine, despite a small tremble of her arms. However, I’m assured it won't be long before Nivia breaks.Withstanding an alpha command is painful. I have observed several attempts, but none have been as successful in resisting my command as Nivia has.‘She’s strong,’ my wolf commented.As the leader of this pack, I expect obedience. To speak to me in such a manner, to interrupt me when I am trying to speak... It’s unfathomable to me that my mate should behave in such a fashion in my pack.I ignored Nivia, waiting with patience for her to do as she was told until I heard the sound of something dripping on my table.As I turned my head to see where the sound was coming from, I met the stare of Nivia, whose nose was bleeding obscenely. The blood was all over her chin, hands, and now the table.I suppose she has learned her lesson.“While I applaud your strength, I would refrain from speaking to me in such a manner once more. Now, eat.”
Nivia’s povIt hurt. I am a strong and confident person, but it hurts to be treated this way. To be just regarded as nothing.I’ve left my home and my family to join Alpha Dashwood. And not because I wanted to either!He came up with this idea, but now he treats me like an unwanted guest.Beta Samuel placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed softly, “It will be fine. I’ll ask one of the omegas to show you around. I need to work as well, but perhaps you could come by later and meet Sarah?”I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled, “that sounds great.”We had not spoken much, but occasionally, when I called or emailed to check on something, Sam answered instead of Alpha Dashwood.Since he wasn’t a total ass like my mate, we would make some small talk. Nothing much, but enough for me to know the beta is nothing like my mate.My wolf didn’t like me insulting my mate, ‘you should get to know him better.’But his words and actions today were enough for me to know this man had no heart
Ford’s povAfter dealing with their insults Nivia and I walked to my car. I took the back seat, my beta would be driving us back.Nivia took the seat next to me.Before buckling, Nivia reached over to tap Samuel on the shoulder, “hi, we’ve never met in person, but you’re beta Samuel, right?”I held back a growl, hating how informally she spoke to my beta.He turned his body halfway to face her, “good to meet you in person, Miss Omari. Or should I call you Luna Omari?”“Call me Nivia, please beta Samuel.” She replied with a smile, before shaking his hand.“Then feel free to call me, Sam.”I had never endured this feeling before. This sense of not being in control. When I saw my mate and my beta shake hands, I felt this sense of possessiveness that was new to me.I detested the feeling of being out of control.A growl slipped out, which made Nivia look at me with distain as she rolled her eyes. “Just because you don’t want to use my first name doesn’t mean others can.”“Sit down, Miss.
Ford’s povThe gall of this young lady.‘Your mate.’ Callum, my wolf reminded me.How could I forget?I looked up at the moon as Nivia Evelien Leia Omari ran in her wolf form, her white wolf moving so quickly that it almost looked like a stripe passing by me.Why, after so many years, would I meet my mate now?For years my pack had urged me to find my mate. Eventually, when I turned 25, they decided I should have a chosen mate.Having an heir was important, as was evident by my presence in the pack.I was never meant to lead the Nightclaw pack. My brother, who I had never met, was to take over. But then, the Omari clan decided to wage war once again.Their family has a tendency to be in the middle of every dispute or war on their continent.I was in England at the time, unaware of what was happening across the ocean. I knew who my father was, and I was also keenly privy to the fact that he didn’t want anything to do with me.Not until he and his heir lost their lives during the war. T
Nivia’s pov“You are fucking nuts, Krullebol. You can’t be serious.” Dad said, staring at my mom in disbelief.“Do you trust the Moon Goddess?” Mom asked, and dad sighed before confirming he did.“So, why do you think she paired these two wrong, then? You don’t even know the guy, and neither does Nivia.” Mom said, looking at me and dad.“I’m going to ask Ash to join us; maybe your dad can talk some fucking sense into you.” Dad replied.“Snitch. And no, you will not. Storm, it’s not your choice; it’s our daughter’s. And I think it’s worth considering that they might be right for each other.”“He’d almost twice her age! He’s fucking old, krullebol.”“You’re older than me by nine years, old man. So don’t fucking start with that. You just don’t like him.”“I don’t like him either, by the way.” I chimed in.“See…” Dad said. I have always been a daddy’s girl, and he knows it. I guess that’s why he’s having a hard time letting go, and for once I am not complaining.Mom sighed, “I just think
Nivia's pov“You…” He growled lowly.I did not want to turn around, recognizing the voice of the person I had grown to hate over the past few months.The whole evening I had searched for this delicious scent of burned wood and marshmallow. It’s a scent that isn’t just delicious, but there are memories tied to it. Memories of having smores with my great grandparents and my grandparents.Memories of them sharing laughs and drinks around the fireplaces while I listened to their stories.My favourites were the love stories, and second came the ones of war.While war isn’t something to celebrate, they told their stories in such a way that made the fighting almost sound romantic. They weren’t just fighting to protect themselves, but those they loved.I had the privilege of never having personally witnessed a war.My parents had made alliances and deals to make sure our kind wasn’t destroying each other over different world views or territory disclaims.It wasn’t always easy, and there were
Nivia's pov“You…” He growled lowly.I did not want to turn around, recognizing the voice of the person I had grown to hate over the past few months.The whole evening I had searched for this delicious scent of burned wood and marshmallow. It’s a scent that isn’t just delicious, but there are memories tied to it. Memories of having smores with my great grandparents and my grandparents.Memories of them sharing laughs and drinks around the fireplaces while I listened to their stories.My favourites were the love stories, and second came the ones of war.While war isn’t something to celebrate, they told their stories in such a way that made the fighting almost sound romantic. They weren’t just fighting to protect themselves, but those they loved.I had the privilege of never having personally witnessed a war.My parents had made alliances and deals to make sure our kind wasn’t destroying each other over different world views or territory disclaims.It wasn’t always easy, and there were ...
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