All Chapters of Slave to the Alpha King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I am 16, my birthday is December 5th. I live in a small town in the blue ridge mountains. I grew up exploring the caverns and forests around this beautiful land. Stashing arrow heads in jars with plant clippings and moss, and other rocks that caught my attention. I grew up running barefoot in the moss and sweet mountain leaves that coat the ground. I went to school until about 3rd grade, but things got a little weird. I have always had this…voice in my head. She sounds a lot like me, but older. She knows more. The other kids made fun of me after a few years of me referencing the voice in my head. Parents stopped letting their kids play with me. Other than the voice, and some crazy dreams now and then, I have been your average, home schooled teenage girl.At least, until a few weeks ago.I woke up at midnight, for whatever reason. My first thought was that maybe I had to pee? But no…. As I stood up and steadied myself, I was not in my room. I was standing, knee deep, in a small reflect

I have been moved from cavern to cavern since my arrival here. There is a network of chambers, and each is subject to a different type of interrogation. Athena says that you are not supposed to be able to pass through each chamber if your intentions are not good, or at least neutral. But there are some types of magic that can trick the protection spells. I have no intentions exactly, I am waiting for Athena to provide some clarity on what we have to do next, but she mostly walls herself off in my mind to pass interrogation. They believe I have not come into my wolf yet, but that I will soon. The general consensus is that I will be placed with a pack as a servant, but that means lots of paperwork, and the pack has to approve my transfer, and accept financial liability for me.Since the wars have mostly ended, the biggest issue the Veil is faced with comes from dark magic, rogues, and pack disputes. There were others in the caverns with me, but none of us could look directly at each ot

4 years laterIt took the whole week before I begrudgingly told ransom everything I knew. In exchange, he told me the prophecy the pack elders received from a coven before I was born. They would face a choice one day. To accept the flaming wolf, or reject her. Acceptance meant war; rejection meant the entire pack would be wiped out after her death. Ransom says there is a lot more to it, but the elders advised that it would be harmful to the future if I were to learn the rest. Ransom thinks I am the flaming wolf because of my hair, and the red mask of flames on Athena’s face and paws. I am still confined to the immediate grounds and gardens around the pack house, and only the ranked wolves are allowed free access to the house. The younger wolves and families have been moved into the older pack house. Ransom says this is for safety reasons. I understand that, but I am lonely. He spends most of his time away from the pack, forging alliances, gathering intel. He met his mate right after

I’m vaguely aware of Ransom carrying me to bed, I must have only needed a short nap, because it’s only an hour later when I wake up at 10 am. Ransom has left me a breakfast tray and a note. “Be back this evening, pack business. We WILL be eating spaghetti for dinner. There are some things I want to speak with you about. Yours, Ransom” I roll my eyes, the last time he left a message saying “There are some things I need to speak with you about.” I stressed for an entire week about what it could be. When he finally came back, he congratulated me on my training, and told me he thought I was ready to move up a class. I examine the breakfast tray, but my stomach isn’t happy with any of the selection offered. I grab a throw blanket from the living room and drape it over my shoulders, wrapping it around my body. When I peek my head out of Ransoms door, I can see down the hall that my door has been repaired. I pad as quietly as possible down the hall. No such luck, however, as Phoebe and K

It is hot, humid, and I am heavily pregnant. I have performed my Luna ceremony, and taken over the duties that come with the title. Many people are angry that an outsider claimed the title. But those people don’t know all that is to come. Ransom has been busy preparing for war, and I have been busy preparing for the baby. I want everything to be set up just right. When the time comes, I will have to leave him behind, and I do not know if I will ever hold him again. I want him to be able to learn about the time I was here, lovingly preparing for his arrival. To know that I will carry him in my heart. It’s a strange thing, to be a mother at 20. To be a witch and a werewolf, to never go home. I carry that sadness with me, but I will never bring that danger back to my human parents. I can love them from a safe distance, as I will do with my son. Phoebe brings me a sparkling water with a lemon wedge, and a big bowl of watermelon chunks. It’s the only things I can stomach these days. In