“I have to work with the pack members for a week?” Claire rose a brow. “I can definitely do that. I have literally worked all my life in Alpha Darius' pack.”“Claire.” Callan spoke. She turned to him in confusion. “What?” “That isn't something to be proud of. You didn't deserve to be treated that way in his pack. He's an asshole who has an ego as big as his head. You're only doing this as a punishment, one week is too long but unfortunately there's nothing we can do about it for now.”His last statement earned a laugh from Claire.“Seriously it's no big deal. I learned to get used to it. And because I'm your mate doesn't change anything. I made a mistake and I have to make up for it. ” He frowned but didn't say anything. “So, when am I going to start?” She asked a little too eagerly. The thought of spending more time with Elena and not the four corners of this ridiculously mansion made her giddy. She didn't see how performing pack duties was a punishment, making her wonder if her
The sound of the alarm beeping non stop, woke Claire from her sleep. Who the hell sets an alarm this early in the morning? She groaned, snuggling into her pillows, but she couldn't sleep because the annoying alarm kept up beeping. She rolled over to the night stand and stopped the annoying sound. She opened her eyes a little to peek but immediately widened them as soon as she saw the time. 5:30am!She only had thirty minutes to take a bath, get dressed and go to the pack house. She immediately scrambled out of the bed, her legs tangled with the sheets almost making her fall flat on her face but she immediately caught herself. She ran into the bathroom and took a quick bath. Twenty minutes later, she was finally done dressing up. She doubted her mates would be awake by now. Not wanting to disturb their sleep, she tiptoed down the stairs. She heard her name as soon as she reached down, making her snap her head towards the hallway. There, her mates stood, their body glistening with
THE ENCHANTED SISTERS - CIRCLE OF THE TWILIGHT FLAME (COVEN OF WITCHES) The queen gazed at Claire's beautiful form through the silver framed magical mirror. Her red hair that looked so much like hers, cascaded down her back. Her young days reflected in her eyes and a wave of sadness washed over her. The days when her mate was still alive. The love and passion they shared for a few years before he was killed. Just like her mate's father was killed. Him and her mate were the last hybrid in existence before he was tragically killed. That obviously wasn't enough for them as they also killed his only son, her mate. Claire lost both her father and grandfather. Her heart squeezed as she remembered how a war broke out in their little town, where she eloped with her mate because her mother (the queen's) wasn't in support of their relationship. He was a hybrid and her wicked mother had always despised them. There were dead bodies on the ground after the war ended, she searched and searc
DARK MOON PACK There was a commotion outside the pack house. Everyone quickly went outside to know that the commotion was all about. Pack members ran from the woods yelling at the top of their lungs. But the word they were shouting caught her attention and panic sets in her whole being. "Rogues! Everyone run! We are being attacked by Rogues!” Claire's eyes widened and she felt her legs begin to tremble but she couldn't seem move her feet. She wanted to run like the other pack members did, but it was like there was a force holding her from running for safety. Then she finally realized why she refused to run like the others, her mates were nowhere to be seen. She recalled Callan telling her that they were going to the east border to check on the pack guards. And from the look of things, they weren't back yet. Her heart begin to thump loudly in her chest, she was sure anyone from a mile away could hear the sound of her heart beat. Just then, a hand caught her arm and tried to drag
Callan's wolf canines bit into the rogue's neck, successfully killing him. He snapped his neck for good measure. His wolf was a midnight black, while Cameron's wolf was dark brown just like their hair color. 'Watch out!' He heard Cameron's voice through the mind link, just as a rogue bit his shoulder, but before the rogue's canine could go any further, Callan grabbed the rogue's jaw and snapped it. The rogue's wolf limp body fell to the ground, dead. Their gaze fell to the ground where several dead bodies lay. They were only checking up on the pack guards when the smell of rogues drifted through their nose. They already shifted into their wolves before the rogue's entered into their pack, thinking they would catch the Alphas off guard. But their plan backfired at the last minute. Instead of killing, the rogues were the one being killed. Callan knew who was behind this. He was the only person who the rogues listened to. He was the rogue Alpha. Theon. That abusive bastard. He hit h
WARNING: This chapter contains steamy, erotic scenes. Read at your own risk. Last warning. ❀ “What are you doing?” Cameron asked darkly. Her heart thumped loudly as she thought of what to say. “I, uhm…” She cleared her throat before speaking boldly. “I was just looking at this –” She pointed at the bracelet that felt heavy on her palm. “ –who does it belong to? It's beautiful.” She lied. They narrowed their eyes on her. “Claire,” Callan said her name with so much coldness that she snapped her head towards him. “Tell me, do you know who this bracelet belongs to?” “Of course not!” She said a little too quickly. “I mean, how do you expect me to know who it belongs to? I found it in your office, so I should be asking the both of you. And why would you ask me such a question? Do you not trust me?” She asked suspiciously. The hardness in their features eased off as they shook their heads. “Of course we do.” They walked towards her and grabbed her waist, slapping it against their front
Cameron's lips moved in sync with hers, she moaned into his mouth and kissed back with much passion.He lightly bit her lower lip, demanding entrance into her mouth, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, savoring every taste of her, he tasted like mint. A few seconds later, Cameron pulled away from the kiss, her eyes grew wide as they unbuckled their jeans letting it hit the floor, their hard bulge was not hard to notice in their Calvin Klein boxers. Their eyes flashed bright gold as they pushed down their boxers, their very hard cock sprung free. Claire was sure her eyes were glowing bright green, but they probably thought it was her wolf fighting to the surface. She immediately blinked them back and licked her lips slowly as she took in their big c-ck, wondering if it'll ever fit. “Get down on your knees.” They ordered darkly. She didn't think twice before jumping to her knees from the table, almost losing her balance. Their cock slapped her face and she felt her mouth drop open
Claire walked down the stairs after having a very thorough bath. Her red hair was wet and frizzy as she walked into the kitchen for a glass of orange juice to ease her slightly sore throat. She knew whatever her mates wanted to discuss with her was very important, so she wanted to prepare herself for it. After chugging down the juice, she walked towards her mates office. She raised her hand to knock before a voice spoke from inside the office. “Come in.”She walked into the office with a raised brow. “How did you know I was behind the door?” She asked Callan in confusion. Callan looked at her as if the answer was obvious, when she only shrugged, he finally replied, “Your scent, Claire. Any man will be foolish to not recognize your sweet and addictive scent.” He said with a seductive smirk. She rolled her eyes, trying not to look affected by his words. They had freshened up too, wearing clean jeans and black neatly ironed shirts. She walked over to the only available seat and plop