The Deal with My Alpha Mate

... I was one of those rare wolf shifters born on the day of the Trista comet. A cursed wolf. A wolf whose mother died as soon as she released me from her womb. A wolf whom according to tradition, was automatically designated an Omega or less regardless of strength or family's position. The comet insignia appeared on my chest at the moment of my birth, a permanent remainder of my curse. But there was some uniqueness in being a Trista wolf, aside experiencing my first shift at seven years old, I also had an extraordinarily strong sense of smell, far more so than other wolves. Though marked an Omega, my father, Alpha of the Blackmoon pack kept me under his protection, with my identity hidden from the pack. That prevented me from being hated and shamed in my teen, as I would have been otherwise. However, things began to go terribly wrong after the pack went into bankruptcy. My father had unconsciously invested the pack's funds into a business he was told would yield double the am

... Minutes after Aspen threw me out of the Blackmoon Pack, I rode slowly on athe white horse, a veil on my face. It did well to conceal my tears. The horse strolled down a seemingly endless and deserted narrow road, its soft gallops punctuating the rhythm of my broken heart. Warriors of the Shadow pack rode closely behind me, the beta nearest to me. Between my father's hospitalization and learning my mate was having a sexual relationship with my stepsister, I didn't know which was the most heartbreaking. All my dreams had been shattered, my life trampled upon. All in the course of three years. Henry had been the only person I believed in while everyone else mistreated and trashed me. I saw him as my only way out of sorrow, but he betrayed me. I could barely stand the pain of it. Sometime later, the Beta's cold voice pulled me from my thoughts. "We're here,” he informed me. I quickly wiped my tears and looked up to see a tall gate before, in it was the most gigantic building I'

Alpha Axel released my wrist, his bristly eyebrows slightly raising as his sea rover-blue eyes bored into mine. They were almond shaped and twinkled with something I couldn't decipher. Being close enough to notice such little details gave me goosebumps, especially since he was awake. "Good,” he whispered. “Now, I want you to destroy that bracelet. Nod if you understand." I opened my mouth to object, to tell him the bracelet was important as it was a gift from his mother. Instead, I found myself nodding at his instruction. His gaze never left me as I approached the broken bracelet on the floor, I glanced at him, seeking his permission a second time. He nodded. Without hesitation, I stepped on the bracelet and applied pressure until it clinked and crushed under my slippers. "Now, lock the door," he said. Like a sheep obeying its shepherd, I scurried towards the door and locked it. Alpha Axel heaved a heavy sigh and sat up casually, his frame more dangerously imposing than it was.

~Claire~ … Adelaide and I strolled outside through the neatly trimmed grasses that complimented the gigantic palace building of the Shadow Pack house. I sucked in a breath and adjusted the corset fastened around my waist. I wasn't accustomed to this royal lifestyle yet. It was quite different from my blissful life at the Blackmoon Pack—before things went wrong. We hadn't stepped out of the Pack's palace house yet, but it felt like we had. The surrounding was broad and spacious. Asides the gate that led directly from the estate to the pack's palace house, there was another gate meters away that led to the pack's business place. It was twenty times broader than the surrounding of the pack house. There, the pack members engaged in different business activities. Amongst the buildings present, I recognized a study house, a central hall for public event, grocery stores, a bakery, supermarkets, stationary houses, an inn, a tavern, public library, and restaurants. Adelaide suggested we st

~Axel~ The door slammed shut with a bang, but I didn't move just yet. I listened to be sure no one stayed behind. No further noise met my eyes. I sniffed the air to confirm I was alone, then opened my eyes and scrambled out of the bed. After fixing it with pillows to look like I was still in it, I went into my dressing room. There, I pushed the vanity table aside to reveal a built-in wardrobe that I’d had constructed. The day I went to war with the Draven's Pack, I had an experienced carpenter from a faraway clan build it. While chaos rose in the Shadow Pack as they announced my supposed illness, Warren and the builder completed the task, creating a connection from my chambers to a hidden exit from the palace. I inserted the key and opened it. Inside, I grabbed a cloak from the rows of clothes concealing the wardrobe’s purpose. After pulling it over myself, I felt for the faux wall built as a camouflage. With my might, I pushed until a door appeared. With one last glance behind me,