Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bite-Size Luna: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Bite-Size Luna is the novella prequel to A Queen Among Alphas, book 1 in the Queen Among series. In this series I take supernatural mythology you're familiar with and give it my own spin. So, for reference, there are some things I should make clear in case you haven't read any of the Queen Among books.1. Werewolves are not called werewolves in this universe, they are called 'mutolupus'.2. A fated mate or soulmate is called an 'animai'.3. All mutolupus' were created by the Warrior Goddess, Morrtemis4. Animai's were created among supernatural beings by the Goddess of Love and Peace, Zarseti to unite all species.5. Mutolupus' have no association with the moon.6. As this is a prequel, this story takes place 49 years before the events of A Queen Among Alphas, and focuses on the grandparents of that book's lead character.7. The Delegation is a group of supernatural beings (women) known as Irshiusts who act as supernatural law enforcement and protectors.Anything else will be explaine

I love morning training. Watching my pack members gather together to help each other get stronger, not just for their own sake but for the betterment of the pack, is a rewarding experience. My dad always used to prefer training away from the pack or just with his council and it never sat well with me. An Alpha should train and fight alongside his pack, to show them that he has their back, but let’s face it, there are a lot of things my dad did as Alpha that I didn’t agree with it, but that’s all going to change. 'As it should. Your father is a prick and the way he treated this pack was a disgrace,' growls my wolf Atlas in indignation from his sanctuary in my mind. 'You don’t have to tell me. It’s not like I never tried to talk him around or persuade him to make changes, he just never fucking listened,' I say in irritation. 'I know, but our plan is working just like I told you it would. There was no point in speaking against him while he was Alpha, but now that we are Alpha, we’re fr

I race home as fast as I can and fly up the stairs to jump in the shower. My stomach is snarling, demanding its daily offerings, but I just don’t have time to eat right now. That stupid Alpha distracted me, and I lost track of time. I should have been back sooner than this, and now I’m going to be late to work at the packhouse. Since I’m an Omega my prospects are painfully limited. I work two jobs just to earn an income. I’ve been working part-time as packhouse staff for the last few months, and I work as my mum’s assistant part-time at the gym she works at. She’s one of the most popular aerobics instructors in town, and yeah, there are a fair few men who show up to get front row seats to the hot instructor, but as long as they don’t flirt or touch they’re safe. The day they cross that line, my dad will be out for blood, and no one will find the bodies. Mostly because I’ll have helped him bury them. What? I’m not cool with some perverts checking out my mum and drooling all over her. A

After my shower, I get dressed and head to my office, doing my best to ignore my dad’s glare and my mum’s sympathetic face. Once in my office, I sit at my desk and rub my face already feeling fatigued and famished since I didn’t stick around to eat anything in my suite. It’s amazing how a small argument can zap the energy right out of you, but I’ve got shit to do. 'Lark, can I see you in my office?' I ask him through the pack-link. 'Be there in a jiffy!' He says, cheerfully. Not a moment later, Lark is walking through my door and sitting in front of my desk, excitement and eagerness rolling off him in waves. “What can I do for you, boss man?” He winks. “I want to discuss something with you. I plan to do it regardless, but I want to hear my Beta’s take on it first.” “Fire away,” he says brightly. “You know Edward Deslandes?” I ask, as I get up and go through my filing cabinet where I keep a record of every pack member. “Yeah, he’s one of our warriors.” “Right. Well, he has a daug

Soon the rest of the warriors are joining us and because everyone is a moron, I can already hear the whispers. Just use the fucking pack-link, come on. Some people recognise me as packhouse staff and others have no idea who I am, but from my scent, I’m sure they can tell I’m an Omega, so this should go over about as well as a turd in a punch bowl. “Let the fun begin,” smirks Carey. He seems like the kind of guy who loves drama, Roland does too, but Roland also seems to have a serious streak while Carey is more fun-loving. This should be interesting. “Alright! Everyone gather 'round. Before we begin today’s training our Alpha would like to make an announcement,” Roland announces, commanding everyone’s attention as Alpha Alden steps forward, bulging arms crossed over firm pectorals… nope, not going there. ‘Too late,’ Alma sniggers. “As you all have noticed, we have a new face joining us today. This is Sorrell,” he says gesturing to me, “You will welcome her and treat her no different