[Good News]SEBASTIAN“That’s a bit much, won’t you say?” Sierra countered. “I had a small dizzy spell, probably because I hadn’t eaten yet. I see no need to call for a nurse.”I carried her back up the stairs and laid her down on the bed. “Angel, taking care of you is never a bit much,” I mumbled. “It’s my job to ensure you’re right as rain. No pun intended.”“And I appreciate it, believe me. But this is nothing. Once I have something to eat, I’ll be okay. I promise,” she murmured, her eyes following me as I went over to open the balcony doors.Upon opening the doors, I went to the bed and sat on the edge. I took her hand in mine, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “I can’t help how much this worries me. You went through a change no other human had before. You were attacked and kidnapped. Now, you’re about to become my Luna and wife.”Her eyes softened. Sierra reached up and caressed my cheek. I leaned into her touch and kissed her palm. “You’re too good to me, you know tha
[Luna Ceremony] SIERRA The blood drained from his face, quickly changing to one of dismay and disapproval as he stepped away from me. His hands fell to his sides, clenching and unclenching into fists, his face devoid of any emotion. From his reaction, I would say he misunderstood what I wanted to say. When I said I couldn’t, that wasn’t me saying I couldn’t marry him or become his Luna. More than anything in this world, I wanted to be all that and more. “Sebastian.” I took a step toward him, almost tripping over the train of my dress. Sebastian shook his head and stepped back. “I’ll inform everyone the ceremony is off,” he mumbled under his breath, then turned and headed for the door. “Why would you do that?” I asked, taking a few more steps. I was within reach of him. Yet, when I reached out to touch him, he pulled away. “Tell me why I shouldn’t.” He glanced at me over his left shoulder, refusing to meet me head-on. I exhaled a breath, acknowledging where the problem stemmed f
We have completed Books 1 & 2 in the Ambersky Pack Series with one remaining story of the future Alpha and her mate. Continue scrolling to read the trilogy, Hunting The Hunter.> Book 3 -1-[Clubbing I]ARIELLA“You have got to be frickin’ kidding me,” I growled under my breath, glaring at my outfit in the mirror.I took a short spin to see what the rear looked like, which annoyed me even more. The back was much worse than the front. If I squirmed too much in this, my entire ass would be on display.“Oh, hell no! There is no way I am leaving the house dressed like this. I look like a hooker on the prowl!” I tugged on the hem, trying to pull it down a little lower. Try as I might, the elastic material seemed to have a mind of its own.“What’s taking you so long in there?” Abby, my best friend, and the person responsible for this outfit yelled from just outside the door. “It’s a simple dress. It shouldn’t take more than a minute?” Impatience and annoyance were heavy in her voice.
[Clubbing II] MALIK I was in a back room upstairs, working on making more wolfsbane silver-laced bullets. These bullets would pierce and kill any wolf on sight almost instantly. We had tons of guns and just as many hunters, so I wanted to make sure we had enough ammo to do enough damage to wipe out a small wolf pack. After making these, I would work on making some pellets that would contain magnesium and silver nitrate. On another table beside me, Aaron, my cousin, was making some metal beads. He said when detonated, it would disperse silver shrapnel, which could do some serious damage. Also on his table were grenades. Not your typical veteran’s grenade, although they worked the same way—pull the safety and toss. These grenades contained silver nitrate and wolfsbane gas, useful for providing cover. They would do more harm to the werewolves than to us. Going down the line was my other cousin, Brandon. He was making some canisters with silver nitrate, magnesium, and wolfsbane. The g
[Clubbing III] ARIELLA As soon as we entered the club, my nose tingled with every scent in the building, some more putrid than most. One scent that stood out most was the stench of desperation on some of these girls. It was even stronger than the alcohol and the sweat-drenched patrons grinding against one another on the dance floor. How could humans do this so often and not get sick of it? How could they do it and not realize the kinds of terrible consequences it caused? We had barely been here for ten minutes, and I was already on the verge of either punching someone in the face or emptying my stomach contents. I was making my way through the crowd when someone grabbed hold of my hand. “Hey gorgeous,” the man said. “Dance with me.” His hot breath carried the smell of beer and cigarettes, and he had the squinty eyes of someone close to intoxication. He took my hand in his and drew me flush against his chest while his other hand snaked around my waist. “You wanna dance with me, h
[Sinful] Malik Red, yellow, and blue beams erupted from the ceiling’s revolving lights, illuminating the dance floor. My gaze wandered over the densely populated throng, moving and dancing to the DJ’s catchy tunes. In the VIP booth, the floor pulsed beneath my feet, and it was impossible to avoid the heat emanating from the throng. “Malik, man, what’s up with you tonight? For weeks, you turned us down when we asked you to hang out, and tonight you’re here. It’s like you’re not. You’re not drinking. Heck, you ignore the girls who throw themselves at you. What’s your problem, dude?” Chad yelled in my ear, giving me a friendly punch in the arm. Meanwhile, a blonde carbon copy of a Barbie doll rocked and rotated her hips on his crotch. I shrugged. He was right. I had been refusing to hang out with them, but they didn’t need to know the reason. With everything going on at home, it was hard to leave, knowing an attack could happen at any minute. Besides, if I started drinking with these
[Rejection] ARIELLA What the hell just happened? Did my mate just reject me? The sensation was so strange that all I could do was watch him until he disappeared around the corner, dragging my thumping heart behind him. I contemplated chasing after him for the first few minutes but decided against it. “Go after him, please. He needs us as much as we need him,” Bree pleaded, whimpering, and howling her pain for her mate. “There’s no use, Bree. He practically rejected us. There’s nothing to convince him otherwise of what he felt,” I told her and closed the link. He was a hunter, and I was the very thing he hunted and killed. That was what they were taught should they come into contact with a werewolf—kill without hesitation. “El, we need to get going. We don’t know if he left to call in reinforcements,” Bryce stated beside me. Funny how I had been eager to meet my mate all night, but as he glared at me and threatened to kill me if we ever crossed paths again, I could not conceal
[Preparations] MALIK The feeling of bewilderment lingered in my stomach as I watched the wolf and her friends disappear. At first, I debated pursuing them, as it would have led me directly to their pack. That should have pleased my father, right? It ought to. Unless I pursued them and they caught me spying, which would not have been pleasant. My father always told me that a well-thought-out plan was the key to survival. And that was the truth. There was no telling what sort of torture I would have endured had I followed my instincts and gotten caught. So, what should I do? Instead of following them, the safest and best course of action was to go home and inform my father of what had happened. From there, we could plan to eliminate the wolves. I got in my car and drove in the opposite direction to where the wolves had disappeared. As I moved away from the club, the feeling of sickness faded from my stomach. It was replaced with growing adrenaline. The encounter left me feeling ener
[This Is Not The End] ARIELLA It took us a while to get there, but it was a pleasant walk. The trees were all in full bloom, and it smelled delightful. As we walked, I started feeling a little better. I felt lighter and happier. He was right, though. I didn’t need to worry about him. He was fine. And if he wasn’t, I would be there to take care of him. We reached the stream, and it was gorgeous, surrounded by a ring of tall redwoods and the sun setting behind them. The water glistened in the light. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Yeah,” I agreed. I sat on the edge of the stream, watching the ripples in the water as the gentle breeze stirred the surface. Malik lay on his back next to me, his eyes closed and a contented expression masking his features. “I could get used to this. The tranquility here is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time.” I rested my chin on my shoulder, watching him, feeling the butterflies flutter with glee in my stomach. Immediately, I felt better than I
[Memories] ARIELLA “I have a better idea,” I murmured as I studied the guard. “Instead of repeating everything to my father, why don’t you tell him yourself? Or, even better, have my mother look into your memories.” “Look into my memories?” Malik’s brow quirked in question. “How is she gonna do that?” I flashed him a smile, confident in my plan. “Here’s what hunters don’t know about my mom. Unlike the other wolves, my mother was born a witch from another realm. A realm where only witches, wizards, and mages existed.” “That’s, uhm... that’s something,” Malik acknowledged, the wheels in his head clocking overtime as he processed the information. “Yeah, so recently I learned my mom has this cool ability to see people’s memories,” I explained. “Lucky for me, I was born with a similar power. Mine is to see the outcome of major events. At least that’s what I think. Which was how we had known to expect another attack.” “From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about y
[A Favor] ARIELLA “All right, I can do that. I’ll tell you everything once you promise to do something for me in return.” He nodded, continuing to eat. “What will that be?” “I just need to know my family is okay. My cousin Amanda, the one I was here with recently, is pregnant. My mom is sick and—“ “Say no more,” I chimed in, cutting him off. “It is mainly my fault you are in this cell. Had you not been my mate—although you could’ve died in battle—you wouldn’t have been here.” He stopped chewing, looking at me with intense curiosity. “Are you sure you don’t want to know what I need you to do for me or the time to think it over?” I shook my head. “I doubt it’ll be worse than you locked in a cell.” “Okay.” He gave a brief chuckle. “I think this will be the first time I ever requested a favor from a wolf—a favor for a former hunter.” “A favor from your mate,” I corrected, which made him smile. “I will check on your family, Malik. If they’re okay, I’ll come back and tell you, an
[Debatable] ARIELLA Infuriated, hands balled into fists, nostrils flared, and hatred burning in my eyes, I stormed after my father. “Was locking him away seriously necessary?” I called out, trying to catch up with my father’s long strides. “He proved he was a wolf, yet you locked him away anyway, like some rabid dog.” Ahead, my father stopped and turned halfway towards me, leveling a look that said he’d heard enough. I had crossed the line and was making things worse. “I have to be sure he’s not an imposter, a hunter pretending to be a wolf. It’s like Alpha Declan pointed out. Nobody knows what made him a wolf.” I shook my head in disgust. “Malik did nothing wrong. He’s not some test used to see how well we can protect our pack.” “You’ve got no clue what you’re talking about,” Dad said, returning to his earlier pace. “There’s a lot to do. I suggest you focus on that before you join your mate in the cells.” “Ugh!” I let out an angry growl and kicked a small stone in my path, sen
[Not A Threat II] MALIK The moment I saw her face when I awoke after blacking out earlier, I realized how grateful I was to still be alive, even as a werewolf. Not just that. I also understood the severity of this werewolf bond Owen had told me about. The bond was more than just a physical connection. It was also both emotional and spiritual. It sure would take some getting used to. The love and concern in Ariella’s eyes, despite her efforts to hide it, told me she was also thankful I was alive. She was worried about me and hoped I would be okay. Little did she know how much effort it took not to kiss her then and there. Then, suddenly, the world got quiet. The wind rustling trees, the birds tweeting, and the insects chirping all stopped. Her breath was in my ear. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and steady. For a split second, my body froze, and my heart stopped beating. Just for a second, but once my body registered what was happening, it was everything and nothing like I imag
[Not A Threat] ARIELLA I placed my hand on his chest and willed him to wake up. His skin was warm to the touch, but he didn’t stir. I glanced around frantically, trying to find something to help him. My eyes landed on a large tree branch lying on the ground a few feet away. On my feet in seconds, I grabbed it and ran back to his side. I placed the branch under his arm and tried to apply pressure to the wound, but it was gushing blood. I had to do something, and fast. Or he would bleed out. Ripping off a piece of my shirt, I tied it around the branch, hoping it would stem the flow of blood. Thank the goddess, it had the desired effect. The blood slowed to a trickle. “El!” Abby screamed behind me, her heavy footfall letting me know she was running towards me. “Over here.” I shouted, never taking my eyes off my mate. I stripped off my belt and wrapped it around his arm, compressing the wound. “Oh, thank goodness!” she said as she knelt down next to me. “What the hell happened?”
[Is This The End?] DECLAN We marched further into the woods, where we came across a small camp. From where I stood, ten clicks away, I could smell the faint scent of death. As I approached, I noticed the bodies of several wolves, burned and bloody, lying in the dirt. I pulled out my bow and approached with caution, trailing behind the group. I held my breath as we stepped over the dead bodies. In an instant, my body grew tense as I scanned the area, trying to discern what had taken place at the camp. My fingers tightened around my bow out of reflex. “Are they all dead?” someone murmured in a low voice. “It looks that way,” I replied, my tone grim. “We have to be careful; whatever or whoever did this could still be out there.” My men nodded and followed me through the camp, their guns drawn. They found the bodies of several hunters, but no sign of what had killed them. A stillness hovered in the air, as if all life had been sucked out of this place. I peered into a nearby tent,
[Waiting Impatiently] DECLAN I set my jaw and drummed my fingers against my leg. You could hear the tension in the air. Over the last twenty minutes, my troops and I had been waiting in my parents’ old cabin for the hunters. I recall my parents taking me here as a child. When things were quiet on the pack lands in the summer, we’d come up here, and I’d spend hours in the lake five clicks north of here. Though I didn’t want to sully those fond memories of them by utilizing the cabin as a hideout during the war, it was the only accessible spot where we would be safe and keep an eye out for the hunters closing in on the pack. Hopefully, my parents wouldn’t be angry at me for using it other than as a vacation home. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my anxiety rise. I felt out of control, waiting for something awful to happen to my pack. I tried to tamp down my fear and focus on what we needed to do. All this panicking had me wondering if this was my last day alive. Since Jasper to
[Betrayal] MALIK I took the western route when Ariella and her companion were out of sight, heading toward the location where I knew the hunters would camp. I needed answers for this betrayal, despite the existence of a treaty between the two species. Trekking over fallen logs and broken twigs, I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. I quickened my pace as I drew closer to the location, scanning the forest around me for any signs of movement. My heart thumped as I finally spotted the camp, its tents distinguishable among the trees. Owen emerged from the tent. He dialed something on his cell and pressed it to his ears. “Gil, it’s Owen. Bruno reported he saw four wolves heading your way. He said Malik killed Titus to protect a she-wolf and another wolf.” He said, frowning. “Yeah, I believe it’s her,” Owen answered after a minute, his voice slightly hushed. I froze, my stomach dropping to the ground. He paused, his frown deepening. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “