Date: March 25, 2023
I started writing this book on December 03, 2022 and completed it on March 23, 2023. This is an original work, all rights reserved to O’Chantal.
All my books are purely fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Hi Lovelies!
Hope everyone is well.
I’m so blessed to have your dedication and commitment in reading my book until the very end. You truly are the sweetest, most uplifting and supportive readers and I live for your comments and feedback.
I love and appreciate every single one of you!!! You are all amazing J.
Please allow me to take this moment to highlight the following individuals who commented throughout the writing process:
NB*- The asterisk indicates how often they gave feedback. The order in which the names appear was made base on when the first comment was made, starting from chapter 1 onwards.
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Schrammla
Lana
Mbhele Pinky Yandiswa
Hailey S.
Isabel Chorbajian
Rose Petals
Cheryl Willaims ************************
Adrienne Brooks
Sinclair
T White ***
Ina Anetone ****
Kieran
Dawn Olson*******
Julianna *****
Francheska **
Renee Simms
Megan Smith
Kimberly
Janice
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Cheryl Williams asked:
*I just want to know about Charlotte and Archie, did they change their cheating ways?
Answer: - Heron had them transferred to the Dark Wolverson Pack under Prince Valen’s rule. The moon goddess would have told Charlotte that she would return her wolf to her if she could make the relationship (second-chance mate bond) with Archie Payne work. This means that Charlotte had to invest time and effort to turn the relationship around because Archie would not so easily change his cheating ways (seems cruel?). It would be at the last straw where he stands to lose Charlotte that he matures into cherishing her, from fear of losing another mate. Especially since he barely sees his daughter (Maisie Payne who was birthed by Pam). Therefore, Charlotte’s work is cut out for her.
*Will there be a sequel? – Maybe but not right now. I will give it some thought.
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Other Original Works are:
Mates: Regrets and Redemption.
The Unattainable Alpha (Phoebe and Hudson’s story – Heron’s parents).
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Next Projects:
I promised my first fans that I’d deliver a sequel for Crown Prince Valen’s story which is entitled: Mates: Valen’s Odyssey. Posting of chapters will commence May or June 2023. This book will be full of adventures and mystery.
Later in winter 2023, I would also like to do another book bearing the title: Buck Off Alpha – She’s Mine!
So I’ll be here.
See you soon!
Love always,
O’Chantal.
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-HERON'S POV- Sensing my wrath, Forbes did to the guy, what I channeled to him through our mental link. He kneed him in the groin, sending him to the floor once more, clutching his mid area in agony. He sputters from the blow and coughs as spit flies from his mouth. His face gives the most horrendous sight. “Tell us what we need to know,” Sage angrily demands while he stands at my side. The strategy is ever the same. Forbes lunges and attacks the enemy, but Sage protects me by not leaving my side. “She’s a troublemaker who doesn’t know how to behave for her own good,” the dark-skinned guy retorted as he leaned his injured frame against the wall for support. “We will find her.” In my mind, I was thinking of the many ways that I wished to send him to hell. Feeling disgusted by their presence, I thought that they should all die. But they knew my mate and I had to get information to find her. “As of now she is no longer your concern,” Sage snarled at the douchebag, “If you do find he
*HERON’S POV* Sitting around the dinner table, my sister snuck up from behind and hugged me. “What’s up, little brother?” Her infectious smile always made my mouth curve into one as well. “Pretty much the same. You know how boring I am.” A frown subdued her features as her lips thinned. “If your life is so uneventful, why don’t you make things happen for yourself? Go visit your friends from high school or start college.” I glanced at Mom, who refused to look at me. She must have egged Pandia into being her accomplice. The obvious guilt was plastered on her face. “My life is fine as it is.” Dad had not joined us yet. Usually, Mom does not allow us to begin without his presence. So, something must be keeping him away. However, my Beta and Delta were here with me. “Your commanding officers should not be cooped up in an isolated cottage. If you lived here, they could contribute much more to operations.” Pandia was a replica of our Mom. Don’t tell me I will have to endure both of the
****TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter covers abuse***** *MIKAYLA’S POV* SLAP! A sudden pain stung across my right cheek. The impact of her palm sent me into shock as I tried to grasp what she had done to me. My lips busted as she gave me a second slap with imprints of her five fingers. “You bitch!” She coldly scolds, “I told you to stay away from Archie!” She lifted her right hand again and I caught it. “Pam, what’s gotten into you?” I shrieked in astonishment and shoved her hand away. I was in the kitchen collecting the dirty hand towels and mittens to take them down to the laundry. Here, at the pack house, I was one of the laundry staff. She popped behind me on the stairs going down to the basement. Sensing her behind me, I turned and was greeted by a waspish slap, then she pushed me. The basket and everything went out of my hands as I fell and my head collided with the cold tiled ground. Orphans are ranked as omegas within the werewolf kingdom. Having no living parents meant t
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Tremors filled my insides as I knocked on the door of the second study, west of the pack house. Closing my eyes, I inhaled sharply to quiet my nerves, though the rapid drumming of my heart prevailed. Lowering my head, I longingly stared at the door handle in my hand before entering the room. “Is this her?” After entering the room, I stood the standardized seven feet from the seated Luna. My hands were to my sides, fidgeting with my uniform. The heat of the Luna’s gaze filtered into the room, and multiplied my anxiety. “Yes, Luna,” Cecilia answered. My head was slightly raised to acknowledge the beautiful black hair Luna before me. She sat with her legs crossed on the white leather love seat. Matron Cecilia ceremoniously stood at her left side, overlapping her hands. Luna Phoebe had a clean complexion and highlighted her blue eyes with beige eye shadow and black winged eyeliner. Nude lip gloss painted her full lips and she wore a slim-fitted denim dress with a tur
*MIKAYLA’S POV* In the enormous dining room, I walked over to the Luna’s side. Everything that they said twirled round and round in my head as the conversation carried on. There were three angry people at the table after she made the announcement that created the raucous. With my head kept lowered, I nervously fidgeted as the Luna spoke, “Heron, this is Mikayla and she will be your new maid.” “What the hell for?” he snapped, his face contorting with revulsion and I felt my gut twist. “Don’t speak to your Mom like that,” Alpha Hudson warned his son, and he emits a growl. Then he carved into his steak. “Omega Nikki will be permanently assigned here while Mikayla takes over at the cottage.” The Luna frowns but continued to tell the young Alpha, “She will prepare your meals and do daily housekeeping. The purpose of her being there is to free up Forbes and Sage for other matters." “So you are giving me another fucking babysitter?” He glares at me and my wolf whimpers as his aura becom
*MIKAYLA’S POV* Early the following morning, after a fitful night, I got dressed quietly in a state of inflated dismay. The only things I had with me were my backpack and two old medium-sized duffle bags in which I had to sew the holes closed before I could utilize them. Sad to say, but money was a constant strain. Pam and I both graduated from high school but were unable to attend college. Wages from the pack house were minimal and only catered for fundamental necessities. My room was a 7x8 old, drafty room. A single window, dark, unpainted walls, and a two-inch mattress on the floor made the containment. Curtains and other furniture were absent. I did not ask the matron for anything because I refused to be a bother, unless they offered, though my meals there were free. I chose this on the premise of having privacy, rather than sharing rooms with bratty kids and bunked beds. I had hoped to buy a small bed although I knew that I'd have to move out eventually. Whereas some Omegas res