All Chapters of The Last Alpha King - Mists of Time : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Are you sure about this, Rosie?” Jace asked me with a sigh. He had not taken my news well. I had always been there for him. Even when he was made Alpha, I had been acting Luna for several years until he found his mate. We were as close as any brother and sister could be. Even now, with Madeline at his side, I was an asset to his pack. I had guided our new Luna in her newfound responsibility. When she was heavily in pup, I stood in for her where I could. I knew almost everything about the running of the pack and our defensive strategies. Information that in the wrong hands could be catastrophic. “Yes Jace. I need this.” I take one of his hands in mine and looking into his eyes I pleaded my case. “I am twenty-eight years old. Unmated and I have never found love in this pack. When I visited the Eclipse pack, I felt whole. I don’t know how to explain it.” Letting go of his hand I walk over to the window and look out over the pack lands. “Do you remember when you

We finished the last stint of the journey to the pack which was only a few more miles down the road from Castle Black. The pack had built its own little village amongst the trees. Most of the people that live here are werewolves, there are a small handful of humans. But you get this in any pack, generally they’re mated to one of the wolves within the community. A few, who’s family are understanding and trustworthy, may have been able to move into the village along with their sons or daughters on the understanding that they kept the secret. The Eclipse pack was not like most, they were extremely inclusive. Being situated right in the heart of a tourist destination meant not only had they grown used to passing human visitors, but humans actually lived in amongst them. Although they never made it blatantly obvious, most of the humans who lived in the village were aware of what the people around them were. If they were scared, they certainly didn’t show it. The Eclipse P

I fell into an easy sleep that night and awoke feeling the most refreshed I have felt in a very long time. No weight of responsibility, or the latest ridiculous notion my mother had cooked up to find me a suitable mate. It felt amazing, even the sunlight pouring in through the glass wall and burning my eyeballs from their sockets did nothing to distract from my happy mood. I felt alive. What surprised me the most was that the idea of today’s festival didn’t feel like a chore to me. I was looking forward to throwing myself into my new life and meeting some new people. A feeling that had not felt for many, many years. I threw on a pair of dark jeans, a long-sleeved green t-shirt which matched my eyes perfectly, quickly brushed my hair out and pulled it back into a french braid before heading downstairs. “Good morning, Rosie!” Jo’s singsong voice called out to me as I hopped down to the last step and walked into the Kitchen. Always a morning person, just as I re

I’m not sure what reaction I was expecting from the group which had gathered at the bottom of the stairs. But I definitely was not prepared for the silence and wide-eyed stares that I was receiving now. Especially the burning look of longing that Landon was currently throwing my way. Even Drake looked somewhat amazed, even with Alison clinging to his arm. I clear my throat nervously. “Am I the last one?” I ask fidgeting with a tassel that hung from my shawl, I look about the group, a few new faces hovered in the background, peering at me curiously. “Yes!” Steph’s annoyed voice called out as her thin frame barrelled through the small group. “But not to worry, it’s bad manners to turn up too early for a party.” She winks at me before grabbing the two nameless guys by the arm and dragging them through the door. Drake and Alison followed with a laugh, leaving me alone with a very sheepish looking Landon. “You look beautiful Rosie.” His eyes drift over my appearan

“Rosalie…” the voice called out on the wind. I look around me, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, anyone playing a prank on me. But there was no one. I listened to the sound of the forest, not even the shuffling of a fox on the path, or an owl swooping through the trees could be heard. Not the subtle pounding of a heartbeat or even the level breathing of another living creature. I was alone, of that, I was sure. Yet the voice was real. As real as if the person were stood in front of me right now. The voice was distinctly feminine, mothering even. It washed through me making me feel completely at ease. There was a part of me telling me that I could trust this voice, that it meant me no harm. “Your future awaits you, Rosalie.” The voice calls to me again. I take a tentative step forward, in the direction of where I think it is coming from. Following the sound of the whispers that seem to follow me about. My feet crunch along the well-worn path, litte