All Chapters of A Banished Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Helena strode through the fields with a determined pace. Her hazel eyes flashing with sparks of green and gold. She wasn’t even sure where she was heading but she had to get away from the from the Packhouse. Long legs carried her through the tall grass and although she could have easily shifted form and got away quicker Helena knew that reining in the animalistic side was her best bet right now. The conversation she’d overheard on the staircase replayed itself repeatedly through her mind. “It doesn’t matter, they want her then that’s the end of it, I hear they paid a lot of money to cover her leaving the pack before her eighteenth” “Didn’t a Luna there get killed?” “That’s a rumour…but I tell you what I’m glad it’s not Celeste, she’d be eaten alive.” “Yeah well, I don’t think many stand a chance with that pack, they’re insane ” “They’re coming down for the next ball, that’ll be when she goes.” “Yeah, shame though, she’s a nice enough girl.” It had to be her, it was her birthday

I was not expecting a sucker punch, I took a second to comprehend what the hell had happened, coughing on the dust surrounding me, Fyre tore into my thoughts /how dare he hit us like that!/I shake my head and quickly get to my feet, making sure of his distance. He clearly wasn’t finished as he paced around the gravel circle, his face twisted into a cruel smirk, and did I smell whisky? Had he got himself steamed up and come for a fight with me? He had a smart blue button-down shirt on and suit trousers, he hadn’t even come in training gear. I’m so confused but I raise my fists and bounce on my toes ready for the next move. He swung to the right, I ducked under his outstretched arm and smash my knee right into his ribs as I swerve around him. He swung again and once more I ducked but this time I undercut his punch with one of my own, driving upwards straight into his nose. Blood spurted and I take some steps back towards the bleachers. He wipes his arm across his face, bloodying his s

Celeste’s mother Runa put the finishing touches to both girls hair and make-up. Celeste was every inch the Roman goddess in her white-gold slinky dress, her blonde hair twirled and styled up into delicately cascading ringlet curls that travelled down past her shoulders, making her gentle blue eyes look even more innocent. “You look amazing!” Helena cried and gave her a hug, “last hug you’re getting from me tonight though, I can’t redo this face now!” Celeste’s laugh tinkled across the room, “I don’t think I’m going to get near you Helena, you’re going to be absolutely surrounded by the guys tonight, make sure we get one dance together though!” As Helena snorted Runa opened the wardrobe door displaying a full length mirror and she couldn’t help but gasp. The dress fit her exactly as she hoped, the material clung to her shape perfectly, the slit cheekily highlighting a long, slender leg, tucking in at her delicate waist without clamping down on her chest. The ruby red colour made her

I turned around to try and catch another glimpse but just saw the edge of his cape glide through the trees and out of sight. There was no point trying to chase a phantom. Fyre sighed, frustrated and confused. I had much simpler, immediate needs...a strong drink and a chance to look as normal as possible until the news broke about Caleb and Jack. I headed back into the party making sure to give Alpha Jones and Luna Maeve respectful smiles so they wouldn't view me as absent, headed straight to the glistening long glass bar, now bursting with revellers enjoying the night and muscled my way to the front, purposely being annoying to remain visible to other guests. I kept waiting for the horns to sound and panic to filter through the crowd as news of their attack broke. /Keep calm/ Fyre soothed, /our new friend will take care of it./ But who is he? The question ate away at me causing me to bite my bottom lip in between sips of my drink. My exposed lower back still felt hot from where his g

I immediately assumed it was Caleb and started fighting with all my strength, I twisted, kicked and punched as aggressively as I could until that fascinating scent of woods and spice hit my brain. I halted, arms mid-air and legs bent to try and get a kick in. I hadn't gained an inch against him, one gloved hand remained over my mouth and the other tightly wrapped around my waist. His huge body made me feel tiny and as I realised how tightly I was wrapped up within him the panic vanished. I should have felt my life was in danger but even Fyre was happy to let down the guard. I motioned with my hand an OK signal and felt his tension drop too. His arm across me relaxed a fraction but remained clamped around my waist, his hand against my ribcage. He dropped the hand from my mouth and left it on my shoulder, poised to put it back against me if I played games. I only had my tiny running gear on, the roughness of his trousers, shirt and cloak grated against my sweating body. "Why are you