All Chapters of Amara & The Hidden World: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

***POV:Amara***If he keeps this up much longer, this entire room is going to be able to smell my arousal. Trent keeps looking over at me, sending me these knowing, smoldering looks. He is propelling me back into memories from the other night and all the things that he did to me. I am completely lost in the reverie of his intoxicating smell and his tantalizing touch. I am vaguely aware of the discussion happening amongst the council members, but all I can really focus on is wanting to feel this beautiful man inside me again.Suddenly my father snaps at me, trying to get my attention. I look at him, defiantly, the great Alpha Carlos doesn’t scare me. I find him making the connection, looking back and forth between Trent and I making eyes at each other across the table. I should care if he figures it out, but I really don’t, in fact I hope he does. We are in a Council Collective meeting with every pack, coven, and group leader and their heirs or second in commands. I really should be fo

***POV:Trent***I spent entirely too much time at Amara’s today, but damn if I just can’t get enough of her. I rushed around speaking to as many Alpha heirs as I could in the 2 hours of daylight I had left to make it look like I had at least attempted to have a productive day. I finished up talking to Alpha Peter and his son and future heir Pablo and headed home. Looking over the petition paperwork, I realized that somehow, I managed to get enough signatures for approval today.I head back home after a long day, looking forward to relaxing a bit. I needed another shower after spending more time enjoying Amara after our shower this afternoon. I jump in and immediately start to relax, letting my mind go blank. I get dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and get ready to settle in for the night with some leftovers and good movie. I warm up some lasagna and sit down ready to watch a classic action flick. As I finish my meal, my best friend and future beta, Cyrus mind-links me.“Hey, uh what are

***POV:Trent***I walk towards our pack house, both nervous and excited at the same time. I am nervous about how my father will react, but I am so ready to be done hiding. I do love her, at least I am pretty sure this is love. I don’t want to be without her, and I certainly don’t want her to be with anyone else, if that’s not love, what is it then? I approach the pack house, taking a few deep breaths, preparing myself for what will inevitably be a long confrontation. I open the door and walk in, and I am immediately overwhelmed by the multitude of people in the main living space, all gathered around the long meeting table. My alpha father is seated at the head of the table naturally, with all the seats around him occupied by his closest advisors. Beyond that, our fiercest and strongest wolves are gathered around, standing room only.“Trent, nice of you to finally show up, we have been waiting on you all morning.” He says sardonically.Damnit, of course he is going to make a big show o

***POV:Trent***I look out towards our docking point, scouting for any potential threats. Our colony is anchored on what used to be the West coast of Florida, not sure what to call it now. We plan on landing in Key West, a smaller city, and then work our way up towards Miami. As we get closer to the docks, they are mostly empty of boats. Some humans had headed for the seas, figuring they had a better chance of making it out there. Between missile attacks from enemy countries, EMP attacks (electromagnetic pulse), and the releasing of a few choice killer biological agents around the globe, the humans had wrecked so much, killed off most of their kind, and launched themselves back into the dark ages. We fortunately had been prepared and between distancing our colonies from major metropolitan areas, and with the help of magic, we stayed safe and were able to hang on to most technological advances and comforts.We arrive and secure our boat. The other boat with us follows shortly. Getting

***POV:Trent***Time seemed to be going so slowly. I am itching to get home. The first mission was a success, and it seemed to set the tone for this being a quick and painless excursion. The days after sending home the first survivors proved us wrong, hitting us with obstacle after obstacle. We have come across humans that have practically turned feral, humans that there was no way could be integrated into any kind of functioning society. We started leaving flyers with names of survivors we had rescued at city halls in the towns we went through. We left notes saying to leave word there and we would be checking back just in case any family came searching for our survivors, or if other survivors had been missed in our searches.At those points along our travels where it seemed like we would never find any redeemable survivors, we focused on retrieving anything useful to send back. I especially took care of Tony, the owner of the Moonlight Club, and sent him back cases and cases of alcoh