Willow's Heart

My twenty sixth birthday was around the corner and Dad was breathing down my neck about taking over the pack. My aura already grown past his. The problem? I didn't even want the job. I dont want to be in charge of anyone much less an entire pack of wolves. They would all look to me to set an example and I wasn't even a good example for myself. I currently stood in my shower washing blood off from a run turned hunting mission. A rogue was near our borders and I chased him down and took him out. I was not meant to be alpha. I was named to be a Warrior. Everyone says being Alpha Is a blessing but I found it to be a curse. Every burden on your shoulders. Feeling every pack members death. Their loved ones agony. I remember all too well after the last pack war how hard it was on my father to feel his pack torn apart with grief. my own mother died on the front lines. Taking a part of Dad with her. Stepping out of the shower I burn with anger and frustration as I get dressed. My w

“Mate!” yells Oaklen inside my head as I watch my sister crouching in wolf form to attack the girl. She is not what I expected. Curvy and tall with long black curls falling down her back. I see her lock onto me as the wind blows in her direction, knowing she sensed it too. Odd, I had never really noticed her in our pack before, but I could sense why. She had Omega blood. I grimace at the laughing stock I will be for this. And to think, I really though last nights dream had been a reality. Nobody would take me seriously as the Alpha of Alphas with an omega mate. The moon goddess really got this match wrong I huff to myself. Oaklen growls at me “Do not insult our mate. She is a fair match against your sister. Perhaps even stronger. Her blood may be omega but her heart is pure Alpha!” I shake my head at his nonsense. But watching the scene in front of me, he did have a point. The girl jumped up and shifted into a pure black wolf. Twisting she took my sister to h

Today was my birthday. It was also 5 days after meeting my mate. I did my best to avoid her but my body seemed to be pulled in her direction constantly. I had found myself in her presence many times. Wondering if it was the mate bond pulling us together or if I had really never noticed this beautiful woman before. She was graceful for her height. Curves that would make Aphrodite jealous. And the way she smelled. Goddess, that woman smelled amazing. Like honeysuckle and rain. Fresh and sweet as she is. She never stayed long where I was. Like she was afraid if she did, I would reject her on the spot. But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her.The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.I jumped up and ran to her, trying

I stood outside her bathroom door trying to decide what words to use. I knew she was frightened but I was insistent on convincing her she would be safe and loved with me. I heard the water shut off and knew my time was running short. But I still didn’t know what to say. I just hoped her wolf could talk some sense into her. We were mates. Destined for each other. Why would she automatically assume I would reject her? That cut so much deeper than you would think. To know my mate thought so poorly of me before even knowing me. I reached to knock on her door just as I heard a struggle and a loud thud. “What the hell?” I whisper to myself as I knock and call out for her. “Willow? Will? Sweetheart? Answer me or I’m coming in!” There was still no response so I twisted the knob slowly. Of course she had locked the door and it wouldn’t be so simple. Inhaling deeply, I kicked the door in to find my beautiful mate passed out on the floor and bleeding from her forehead. Behind me I hear yellin

I’m pacing outside the pack hospital when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pick it up to see Sloans dad is calling. Dad, as in the one who raised her. Her biological father gave his life for our pack. He was a strong warrior but the pack wars took so many great lives from us. “Hey Sloan, I know you’re anxious. She will be fine. She is awake now but refusing to see you. Something about you rejecting her? Son, I hope that’s not your intentions. She is a strong fighter and an endearing soul. She’d make a fine Alina for our pack. Is it fear of your father? The pack? Both?”Sighing heavily I reply “It was both. But my father accepts her. I just worry about the dangers of being a Luna. Although you are right, she is an amazing warrior and I am sure the pack would love her. I told her that I wasn’t rejecting her. She’s just terrified because of my initial reaction. I handled that poorly.” I kick the rocks in the gravel drive that runs alongside the hospital and internally kick my