Bronwen James has a complicated life. She lives in a small Massachusetts town with her Dad and her older brother, Alec. Her Dad is quiet notorious around town, but not for any reason that's good. He's known as the town drunk who killed his wife. Bronwen is known around school as the chunky, nerdy girl with the weird name and drunk murderer for a father. Life is hell. Add in an intense, long time crush on a guy who only pays attention to her when he's telling her what's wrong with her body. Things change when she meets the new kids at school. A dangerously sexy bad boy and his overly friendly sister. There is something strange about the pair, but she can't place what is off about them. But when her new friend offers to give her a makeover, to make her the kind of girl no guy can resist, how far is she willing to take it? Bronwen wants to get the boy, but she's beginning to wonder which boy she wants. The sexy bad boy or her brother's best friend? When she becomes the vampire's project, how far will they take it? Will she trade in her average life to become a vampire herself?
View MoreTwo years later...Ollie I look at my wife and mate as she sits by my side. We are sitting at the head of the table in our dining hall as everyone gathers around. As alpha and luna of the pack, Sienna and I are hosting a feast for the pack, our family, and our friends to show off the birth of our son, Malcolm Oliver Vale. Named after Sienna's father and after me. He is two weeks old and he is so beautiful. Just like me, he has one eye blue and one eye silver, rather than green like mine, but he has his mother's white hair. He is the perfect mixture of his mother and me. We are over the moon with joy and love for him. Sienna has spent the last two years growing into her power. When her howl killed the rogues that day, it terrified her. But much like her screams being a weapon, her howl is as well. Now that she has been turned into a vampire as well, she is a tribrid. She is so incredibly powerful and I am in awe of her. Zachary spent months researching the mark on her fur when she
Katie “You are going to make one hell of a luna!” Blaize shouts at me as he swings me up into his arms and kisses me soundly as the last rogue falls. The fifteen or so rogues left run off with their tails tucked between their legs. I do not figure that we will see them again. “Where is Jaxon?” I am frantically looking around for him but I do not see him anywhere. Dread fills me as I scream at the top of my lungs. “Jaxon!” “Don't shout, baby. I'm right here.” I turn to see him hobbling towards me, with bloody gashes all over his body. But it is the tired grin he flashes me that gets my attention and melts my insides. I jump from Blaize's arms into his. He stumbles backward with an 'oof' but stays on his feet, even when I kiss him with as much passion as Blaize just kissed me. “Do not ever scare me like that again” I shout at him when I pull back. “I won't, baby,” he promises, before he looks at Blaize. “You okay?” “Yeah. You?” Blaize asks him, checking him over. They embrace o
Ollie I never made it out of our territory. Dad and Grandpa went to get Katie and help Blaize's pack, with the help of a few family members. Haylee's husband, Austin, my great uncle Mason and Lucy's husband, Camden, as well as one or two pack members. Dad did not want to take too many people and let our guard down, so we are prepared for everything. All of our pack members have gathered in the packhouse dining hall. All the children have been taken to the basement of the packhouse, where Grace, Nat, Trevor, and Malia watch them. They will protect them, should the need arise. I didn't go with Dad because I had this odd feeling that I shouldn't. It was like my gut was telling me not to go. I hope nothing happens, but I really am expecting it to. So now is just a game of wait and see. We don't have to wait long though. We have barely been settled in the packhouse for twenty minutes when I get the call from the guards. Rogues have crossed the territory boundary and are on our land.
Deacon “Rogues!” The sounds of people screaming fills my ears and my heart sinks. What had started as a simple drive over to the Shadow Falls pack to reject my male mate turned into dinner, a night of passion that I am still not sure how I feel about, and now a rogue attack. Byrne is out of the bed in seconds and out the door in less than another second. “Byrne!” He does not listen to me, never slowing his steps. I pull on my pants and snap them at my waist before I run down the stairs. When I step outside of the house, I see men shoving off beasts that are attacking them. I see wolf on wolf, snarling and snapping at each other. But it is the blood everywhere, the screaming children, and the decapitated bodies that stop me in my tracks. I have never seen such carnage before. I have actually never seen any carnage before. In all my years, we have never had any sort of attack on our pack until the attack on Nat and Trev a few weeks ago. We have all lived a very sheltered life and n
Katie I open my eyes and immediately yawn. How is it that I am more tired waking up than I was before I fell asleep? But then again I had only been out for maybe two hours. Since I couldn't sleep through the raging storm last night, the guys woke up with me and decided to pass the time. The conversation got super deep and I learned a lot about both of them while simultaneously oversharing about myself. It got weird at times but it was great learning about Blaize and Jaxon. I really feel like I know them now, so I am not quite so self-conscious around them. Although I am a little nervous about facing them this morning, after what we did last night. About two this morning, we had exhausted the conversation and a silence had fallen. In that silence, I had snuggled into Jaxon, who had been holding me against his side. His hands wrapped around my waist, just beneath my chest and with every inhale my breasts brushed his arm. So I, of course, slowed my breathing. I was far too aware
Zach Something wakes me up from a sound sleep and I sit up quickly. I don't hear anything or see anything out of place so I am about to go back to bed when a huge clap of thunder roars and lightning flashes outside. It lights up my room just enough for me to make out the eyeballs peeking out at me from behind the footboard of my bed. She must have tried to wake me up and when I sat up so quickly, I scared her so she hid. I feel really bad about that. Opening my arms out wide, I ask her. “Is everything okay, Jezzie?” Shaking her head with her tiny lip quivering as tears threaten, she comes over and climbs up on the bed until she is in my lap. She pulls the blanket over her and snuggles into my chest. “It's scary tonight.” “Because of the storm?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer. I even know why. Her parents were attacked by rogues on a night like this and Sienna's father ushered them out through the storm. When a big clap of thunder had boomed, Malia dropped to the
Nat I can not find Trevor anywhere. The dinner is almost over and people are trickling out, but I have not seen him in well over an hour. I have asked a couple of people, including his father if they have seen him. “I think the last time that I saw him, he was heading outside for some fresh air. But if I do see him, I will tell him to come find you, Natalie.” He says, giving my arm a platonic pat before he walks off to join the crowd. I head towards the exit, hoping that I will find him outside. And I do. But he is not alone. Grace is with him. When Trevor found out that she is a human too, the two of them really bonded over how left out they feel. They hang out all of the time and they spend most of the days together. In the last few days, I have hardly gotten to see him, because I was busy with Bron helping Katie, and then busy with Bron cooking all of this food. My sister needed me and I wanted to help her. I invited him to tag along with me, but he declined. I try not to
Katie It is Friday night and I am sitting in the pack dining hall with my family, friends, and almost all of the pack. With everything going on and all the new alpha's rolling in, plus the attack on Nat and Trevor, the pack was getting restless with unease. Dad figured that they deserved some answers. Hence this dinner. They spent the week waiting for me to cool down because apparently, I was actually in heat. Like a dog. I was panting and whining.. it got weird. For four days I was locked in that room with a stranger, where we stayed naked and in bed together, but we didn't have sex. Even in the heat of it all, when I wanted him inside of me more than I wanted to breathe, I knew I would regret it later, so I asked him to wait and he respected that. He was content to hold my bare body to his. And to kiss me. A lot. We would kiss for hours until we got so fired up that we had to stop. We did a little bit of talking, but not much has been discovered about each other, which is why
Katie I finally found my mate (I think) and I have to admit that I am low-key terrified of him. He just threw Noah across the room and then growled 'mine' at everyone. Luckily my uncle Jack, Grandpa, and Dad know what to do. My grandpa Jeremy tells everyone to leave the room. Noah first. For some reason, the man holding on to me watches him with a predatory look in his eyes. As everyone follows suit, leaving just my grandpa, uncle Jack and Dad, the man in front of me begins to relax. “Katie.” My dad says softly to me and I think that he is calling me over to him, so I try to get out of the man's arms to move towards him, but my mate holds me closer, as his body begins to shift to his wolf form. Hair begins to grow on his arms and his eyes deepen into an even more luminous shade of gold. They glow like fire. “Stop, Katie,” My dad commands and I freeze. “We have to stop talking to her.” Uncle Jack says and I panic. “No!” I tell them, but Dad holds up a hand to silence me. “I r
Bronwen I sit in the back yard of our dilapidated house, staring at the chipping paint and sagging porch. The house had the bones to be beautiful, a real classic like all the other Victorian-style homes lining the streets. But what those pretty houses had that this one lacked, was someone to put in the effort to maintain its charm. All this house had was a mean drunk who would rather punch holes in the wall than reinforce the warped floorboards. The wind blows hard, rattling the small structure that I am hiding in. This is what is left of an old treehouse my dad built for us years
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