All Chapters of The War of the Royals: The Alpha's Rose Conclusion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MADDIE POVGoddess it feels good out on the open road. Not thinking. Not commanding. Just me and my pink lady. Going fast, passing cars, taking the turns sharply. If I wasn’t wearing my helmet, I’d be able to feel the wind on my face.Safety is important, even for wolves; we aren’t indestructible, but I wish I’d left without my helmet today so I could better feel and smell the wind. Despite that, I can feel the tension in my body easing; releasing the pent-up knotted muscles in my shoulders as I ride, fully relaxing me as very little can anymore.I need to do this more. In less than two weeks, I will have more free time on my hands, although I’m pretty sure something will come up to fill that time. Like it always does. Even so, maybe I need to make this a nightly habit to help me unwind. I need that even more now that I don’t shift.I always feel like I have a murderous monster just under my skin, and it’s worse when I’m overly stressed. I don’t need to lash out at anyone unnecessaril

MADDIE POV“Okay, let’s do it.” I agree, still unsure I’ll be able to make that choice if I don’t find him. But Daddy is right, I’ve never had the opportunity to go very far to search for him. This will be perfect.“Good. Thank you for agreeing to the trip. Now, one more thing.” He says as I roll my eyes and take another bite of delicious Nutella brownie. There’s always ‘one more thing’ to talk about. Ever the alpha.“There will be a council spot opening up within the next year and I want you to vie for the seat.” I drop my spoon in shock that he would ask me to join the council. But then I realize who’s seat is opening up and I begin to get angry.“Who? Who is retiring?” I think I already know; I just want him to confirm it.“Armaros.” I growl when Daddy says his name. “I know honey, we all feel that way. But once the twins take their pack, you’ll have a lot of free time. Nolan and I both think you’d be perfect for the seat. And if we find you a mate, no one can deny you the opportun

When I was eighteen, the year I took over as the Alpha to Blue Meadow, Mama had her last pregnancy. This time though, she had identical twin female pups, totaling out at thirteen kids, including me. It was shocking for the whole shifter world to have so many pups born to one Luna. And for all of them to be born Royal Alphas to a human was world-wide historic shifter news. Well, twelve are Royals because they are biologically Daddy’s. I’m the odd one out in my family, which is why Selene gave me Infinity, the most ancient wolf spirit in existence.As werewolves, we are born with our reincarnated wolf spirit slumbering within us. The adult shifters can smell the rank of the slumbering wolf spirit within the infant pups the moment they are born. Usually, Alphas will have multiple pups to ensure the pack has a viable heir. The first is always an Alpha, no matter their gender. The first born is usually male. Not always, but usually. The second pup, is again, usually an Alpha and 70/30 on g

MADDIE POVThere is a large group of younger males back at the pool tables; they could be options too. At least I think that until I look harder and see the black Xs on their hands… shit, jailbait. Fuck no! Avoiding the pool table back corner tonight.Maeve’s is one of the only off-territory nightlife places for River View pack and I know she lets the underage wolves in if it’s a special occasion. Like a birthday. It’s the perfect place for when the kids wanna celebrate and feel a little more grown up. Not to mention, get away from the helicopter prying eyes of mom and dad.What the pups don’t know is that my brother, Alpha Nolan, has Maeve’s Tavern on video surveillance for their safety. He also posts up several of his older and usually retired security team members in the bar when the pups are scheduled to be here. I scan the crowd a little closer and see the security wolves blending in, drinking root beer from the bottle, and keeping an eye on the underage party pups.I see one mem

JOSHUA POVI slowly sip my bourbon while I sit in the upstairs VIP section of a small mom-and-pop bar called Maeve’s Tavern. Jenna insisted that this is where we needed to meet to discuss a possible contract and the rest of my professional career. I don’t understand why either. Way the fuck out here near Madison, Wisconsin. It took me over two hours to drive here.When I walked in, the old bartenders, a husband and wife by the look of them, recognized me immediately. Not surprising since I’ve been starting quarterback for the Green Bay Packers for fifteen years. This last year however, I’ve had injury after injury. The most recent being rotator cuff surgery on the shoulder of my throwing arm.This is not the position I want to be in as my career is winding down. I wanted to go out with a bang! Another big win at the Super Bowl and walk into retirement with my head held high. Not pushed on a gurney into a surgical suite to fade into the forgotten oblivion of retired NFL has-beens.But