In a world of shifting loyalties and hidden truths, Sophia, a young orphaned werewolf, finds herself torn between her destiny and her principles. When she discovers that she is the fated mate of the cruel and powerful Alpha Zaine, she vows to never accept him. Believing herself to be an omega, Sophia has witnessed first-hand, the alpha's mistreatment of her fellow omegas. Little does she know that she is the rightful heir to a prestigious werewolf pack, and that Alpha Zaine's father provided sanctuary to her family in their time of greatest need. As Sophia grapples with her conflicting emotions, Alpha Zaine sets out to prove his worthiness to her. He strives to rectify his past actions, learning to control his frustrations and implementing reforms within his pack. Together, they embark on a journey of self-discovery and redemption, challenging the norms of their world and fighting for justice and equality. Zaine faces challenges from his most trusted friends and Sophia must contend with the unwanted attention of the Alpha of her birth pack. Every sign seems to lead them down diverging paths, but the moon goddess knows what she is doing by binding the two of them together, doesn’t she? Amidst a backdrop of ancient werewolf rivalries, dangerous secrets, werewolf hunters, and unexpected alliances, Sophia and Zaine navigate a treacherous path towards love, acceptance, and forgiveness. Will they be able to overcome their differences and forge a bond strong enough to withstand the trials ahead? In this captivating tale of love, sacrifice, and redemption, they must confront their pasts and embrace their combined destinies to create a brighter future for themselves and their kind.View More
Sophia’s POV Zaine turned back halfway to the border. I felt the shift of energy in the pack bond but didn’t think much of it. I was more concerned with Alcmene and her short temper. Every footfall as she hurtles towards the southern forest she repeats something under her breath which I can’t quite make out.It isn’t until I see the backs of my guard on the ridge before the trees, that Zaine’s anxiety hits me in the chest. Whatever he turned back for has got to be worse than Blue Blade, or he would never have left me alone.“You aren’t alone. These men are all here for you, for us. Zaine and Tryon can take care of the pretender without us.” Alcmene’s voice leaks into my mind between thoughts of what Zaine could be facing.“The pretender?” I ask, but she gives me no answer. Her eyes are trained on one man who is stood amongst a dozen rogues. That must be him. Blue Blade. “Where is your Alpha, bitch?” the grotesque figure spits out the words like they are poison.In a sarcastic displ
George’s POVHattie seems to think blue balls is hilarious. Not the fucker our new queen is hell bent on ripping to bits, actual blue balls, my balls to be precise.Since the day I pulled her up off the floor in the dining hall, my life has been plagued by her. Before feeling her soft, warm body in my arms, I could ignore the electric buzz that drew me to her. Now I am living a life of constant frustration. Not only does she refuse to let me slate my sexual hunger, she is going out of her way to make me pay for my dumb fuckery in the past.Luca has been insufferable in his, “You reap what you sew,” and, “I told you this wouldn’t end well,” remarks. He is right, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit it. I’ll just put up and shut up for another twenty or so hours, then when she gets her wolf, the fight will be overtaken by her instinct. At least that is what I have been telling myself to get through each day.Of course, that was before finding out my wolf isn’t actually my wolf. So n
Zaine’s POV I have walked, run and been dragged into battle more times than I can possibly count. Usually it is just another fuck wit who has gotten too big for their boots, or a new Alpha looking to make a name for himself by challenging me or encroaching on my land. It never ends well for them, and contrary to popular belief, I do not enjoy taking the lives of the morons lacking in basic survival instinct.My own survival instinct is on high alert right now and Tryon hasn’t stopped talking about the herb and the dagger since we started chasing Alcmene. Sophia gave the ancient body snatcher control, and Alcmene erupted out of her, leapt straight through the bedroom window and has been running towards the southern border for the last few minutes. Yet again we are running into danger and what’s worse is that Sophia seems to be revelling in it. I get it. That rush of battle and the feeling of victory can be the most intense high, but there are also the lows of losing your men and the
Torrin’s POV Joseph’s hurried conversation with Zaine was heard by every guard in the pack, and within minuets there was the unmistakable rumble of a couple of hundred paws thumping on the ground as every man ran for the southern border, instinct driving them to protect their Alpha and the pack.Luca and George’s insistence that they can handle shit went ignored as soon as Joseph said Blue Blade would only speak to Zaine, and I knew there was no way Sophia would turn down this opportunity to end the monster who killed her parents. She reluctantly agreed to wait until after the feast, but when an opportunity presents itself...My first instinct has always been to find and protect Sophia at the first sign of trouble. She used to seem so vulnerable, even with Aggie’s watchful eye on her and a wing full of omegas surrounding her. Now I’m torn between protecting my queen, my mate, or going after the blue prick myself and finally feeling that satisfaction of shredding the beast who has tau
Zaine’s POVI could have told her she had nothing to apologise for, but she never would have accepted that. Despite her blocking our emotional tether I know her well enough to know that she is doubting everything, and I cannot stand by whilst she doubts us. I know I had a moment of weakness earlier. I should never have allowed such a ridiculous thought to enter my mind.“We have a long day tomorrow and an even longer evening. Let’s make the most of tonight.” The wet head of my cock slides easily between her folds and into the heat he has been craving. Our bodies move as one, her hips coming up to meet each of my thrusts. Her arms snake around mine, pulling me closer, her fingers sink into my flesh as I bury deeper and deeper inside her.Our noses barely touch and our long shallow breaths mix in the vacant space between us. The feint moonlight from the window shines through a gap in the curtains and highlights her glistening eyes. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She
Sophia’s POVScalding drops of water hit my bare skin, but I am numb. I cannot trust the voice inside my head. The wolf I waited for so long is not a wolf at all, and worse than that, the person living inside me is hiding something she doesn’t want Zaine or Tryon to know about.“What are you thinking about little moineau?” Zaine lifts my chin with his finger until I’m staring up into his sapphire blue eyes. The rough pad of his thumb grazes my cheek as he swipes away the tears that have been silently falling and washed away by the water pouring down on top of me.“When did life become such a mess? I don’t know what she wants, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that no matter what happens, someone is going to end up getting hurt.” The nauseous feeling I’ve been fighting threatens to take over and a cold that won’t leave my body spreads down my arms.Zaine has become the one person who keeps me from drowning in the tidal wave that keeps trying to pull me under. His arms wrapped around m
Zaine’s POVWalking through the lavishly decorated grand hall did nothing to lift any of our moods. Usually the annual coalition dinner and dance would be the perfect thing to take our minds off the shit that seems to happen every other day around here. As a pack, we don’t usually need much of an excuse for a party. Drinking, feasting, playing foolish games and running through the pack lands until the sun rises, those are the things that lighten the burdens we all carry, even if only for the night.The guards need that time most of all, and until tonight they had been high on the anticipation and promise of the visiting packs and the females they would bring with them. It’s not uncommon for mates to find one another when so many packs come together. And even if mates are not found, company for the night usually is.Not shitting on ones own doorstep is common sense, and I have to say that I haven’t had to deal with mate and mistress dramas since letting go of the reins a little when vi
Mrs Crook’s POVIn the past, I have tried to end this ridiculous feud, and every time I have watched them fail. This time needs to be different. This time I will make sure they have no body to return to. If I can get them to reject Alcmene, Amphitryon, Heracles and the rest, their spirits will be cast down to the Isle Of The Blessed with no means of future escape.Can I do that to them? When it comes down it, can I see them banished to the underworld with no way to return? It’s not like I haven’t tried everything I can think of to avoid this. I’m clutching at straws here and this is the only thing I haven’t given a shot.They won’t suffer. Hell, I wouldn’t mind ending up there myself. The pace and tranquillity I have longed for for so many years is what awaits them on the other side. Of all the places they could end up, the Isle is the best and most fitting place for them.I have every sympathy for Alcmene, her hardships have not been easy to endure, but there comes a time when you kn
Zaine’s POVI have always felt a kind of disconnect with my beast. I thought it was because of the pressures of leading the pack from such a young age but I didn’t become Alpha until I was twenty-one, and I had had my beast for three years by then, so I guess I have been kidding myself this whole time.The walk back to the pack house is cold and long but not a single one of us feels like shifting to shorten the journey. The icy nip in the air stings my skin and I’m grateful for the mildly painful distraction. The mental block keeping Tryon from my thoughts is still up, and I have no intentions of letting him back in any time soon.“What do you think about all of this?” Sophia slows her pace until she is walking beside me at the back of the group. She has had a sceptical attitude about everything ever since I told her who she was. Things seemed complicated back then, if only they had remained so simple in hindsight.“Honestly? I think a part of me always knew there was something amiss.
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