After a month - As Rosalie prepared to give birth, Dr. Rachel offered reassurance and comfort to her patient. She mumbled, "Everything is going to be fine very soon." The first few hours before delivery were torturous as the babies contracted and kicked around. When Rosalie's water broke, and the excruciating pain started, she was brought to the hospital immediately. She leaned against Alex's chest, as Rachael guided her through the delivery, “Breath in, good, breathe out, that's it. Push!” she said gently. The pain was unbelievable as she held on tightly to Alex's hands. He whispered words of encouragement and support in her ears while she panted and pushed. "Alright, I can see the head now, give it one more push, Rosie," the doctor said. She was exhausted, but for the sake of her puppies, she made one more, determined effort. As soon as she heard the angelic sound of her puppy's first cries, her head flopped over Alex's shoulder in a helpless position. "It’s a boy!" Rachael said
Rosalie –"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried, holding his collar. His eyes stared back at me, cold, emotionless. They used to be so full of love, once upon a time. But today they were like black pools on nothingness. This could not be real. Was I in a nightmare? Would I ever wake up from this painful dream?"I am sorry, I can't take you as my mate, Rosalie. You know that I did not have a choice in this matter. I have to obey the council." Chris said in his deep husky voice. That voice always sent my heart racing, but today I shuddered with hopelessness."But I am your mate! How can the council decide your mate? You know it's me! your wolf knows it's me!" I tried to reason. I wiped off the stubborn tears. I knew the rules, an Alpha could only be mated to an Alpha or a high-ranking Beta if the need arose. I was an Omega. Though my dad had been promoted to a Beta, he was an Omega by birth, and so was I. The pack rules were strict. Though it did not make any sense. I was the fasted w
15-year-old Rosalie Murdoch opened her eyes as the afternoon sun hit through the window of their car. She let out a groan and rubbed her eyes, the nap was not long enough. She checked her iPhone, it was 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon and they had been on the road for the last six hours. She sat up and stretched, her muscles were stiff from the awkward sleeping position. "Where are we, Mom?" "We'll reach in about 20 minutes. You need to wake up and fix yourself up, dear. Your hair is a total mess." Her mom smiled as she looked back at Rosalie. Amelia Murdoch was a stunning woman. She had angular facial features, long blonde hair that hung straight to the middle of her back, matching her pale complexion. At age 35, she had a body of a twenty-five-year-old. She did not look a day over twenty-five. Being a werewolf was a blessing for the skin. "We'll be arriving there in a half hour or so." Amelia reminded her daughter. They were returning from a much-needed vacation. Scott Murdoch, the
"Hey Rosalie, I heard Peter and a group of boys talking about going for a run in the woods." When Rosalie bumped into Melissa in the corridor, she said. “So?” Rosalie inquired. "Let's go see what they're up to.” “Why? I'm not interested in anything those knuckleheads intend to do." "I heard they're going to drink." Melissa made a sly remark. “Really?” Rosalie's pupils dilated. Her interest was peaked. "If I leave now, Mom will murder me." Rosalie sighed and frowned. "She's still mad at me for being dirty, and if she sees us together, she'll be furious. She was about to lose it." "I'll go first, and you can follow me after a while." Melissa made a suggestion. “Alright.” Rosalie responded. Rosalie felt her wolf take over as she kicked off her heels near a fallen tree. She couldn't shift without being supervised. Because the juvenile wolves were prone to losing control, they were not allowed to shift on their own unless accompanied by responsible adults. Rosalie, on the other han
Melissa snatched Rosalie's hand and drew her focus away from the audience to the stage. "The coronation ceremony is about to begin." She then walked across to the other side of the stage. "That's Alpha Greyson, and he's just stunning! But why is he looking at us? Do you believe he has a thing for me?" Melissa couldn't stop herself from gushing. Rosalie snorted and said, " You think too highly of yourself. Why would he like us? He is an Alpha and much older than us, but he is nice." While primping her skirt, Rosalie muttered. Alex was indeed glancing in their direction with an amused smile on his face. "He is 19, and doesn't have a mate yet. He is not that old." Melissa whispered. "Shhhh, why would he be intrested in betas like us? It's nothing." Rosalie assured her friend. The fact that she had bumped into him in the forest, that was her personal secret. On a platform that was approximately one foot above the ground, Chris Reynolds kneeled. One of the Four Councilmen stood in fro
Three years later – Chris Reynolds, the 22-year-old Alpha of the silver moon pack, stood in front of the council, his gaze fixed on them. In the beginning, there were multiple werewolf packs in North America. However, after the horrific conflict, only 10 packs survived and came to an agreement. In order to bring about peace, they formed a council, which devised a peace accord and oversaw its implementation. It also had control over the mating of the Alphas in order to ensure that the packs received the most advantage from the mating. "Alpha Chris. Do you accept Grace Anderson of the Blue moon? Daughter of Alpha Frank Anderson, as your mate?" The grey council member asked. Chris bowed his head for a second, his wolf was still not ready, but he had little choice because the blue moon pack was an immensely powerful one. Aside from that, the land and business contracts that Frank had pledged in exchange for his daughter's hand in marriage would bring riches to the pack. Being made an Al
Rosalie Murdoch stared at the sacred circle. The circle was a patch of land on a hill that was surrounded by a ring of stones. It was the sacred ground of the pack. This is where Christopher Reynolds would mate with 19-year-old Grace Anderson. Under the blessing of the moon goddess, the Council, and the pack's watchful eyes. Grace was another insufferable bitch! Rosalie had met her on a few occasions. She was a typical Alpha princess, with her head stuck in the clouds. "Rosalie, there you are. I looked for you all over." a curious voice startled her from behind. Melissa approached her carrying a bunch of white and red flowers. A few girls of the pack, including Rosalie, were assigned by the beta Roger, the second in command, to put fresh beautiful flowers on the stone pillars surrounding the circle. Grace Anderson, the bride to be, had requested to have a "flowery" union. Ugh. Everyone was busy preparing for the ceremony and decorating different areas of the pack. Several distinguish
Rosalie walked into her living room. The manor was divided into several sections. Each suite was like a flat. Based on their ranking, each wolf family got their living quarters. Like the second-ranking Betas, Rosalie's father had a luxuriously furnished suite. Though it was not as opulent as the Alpha's quarter, it was still better than most others. Amelia Murdoch, smiled at her daughter, as Rosalie squirmed in her figure-hugging red bodycon dress. It was sleeveless with a deep V at the back. "You look beautiful," Amelia whispered, with misty eyes. Rosalie rolled her eyes, "are you done now? Is this why you were looking for me? Just to try this stupid dress?" "Rosie, it's a very expensive limited-edition dress, thankfully I managed to find it online." She beamed. "Dad needs to put a stop to your online shopping!" Rosalie grumbled. "One day you will thank me, young lady," Amelia said sternly, wagging her finger. She took out another shimmering blue gown and waved it in front of Ro