“I reject you Marian Storm!” Those were the words she could never have dreamed to hear from the Alpha heir to her father’s pack. And certainly not at the New Year’s Moon celebration, in front of the whole pack. Leaving the pack compound that had been her prison for three years, Marian was heartbroken and determined never to return. But she knew she would, she must. After her rejection, the only desire left in her life was to kill the Alpha who had taken over her father’s pack, failing that, she would leave the pack and become a rouge wolf. She returns home for Christmas to attend her fallen family’s memorial service. On Christmas Eve, during the pack’s mistletoe ceremony, she receives a gift she never expected, a gift no one wanted – Reyland, the biological son of the Alpha she has sworn to kill. Would this gift given to her by the moon goddess help Marian fulfill her desire to reclaim her pack, or would it stir up new passions within her broken heart and consume her instead?
View MoreIs he in heat?Am I?Marian mused.Dinka chuffed at her in their mind space.“What? I’m bored!” Marian tossed at her wolf, “If I can’t go out tomorrow, let me have a little fun today.”“It’s been too hard these past few days,” she complained to Dinka, “I need a distraction!”“This is not a distraction, Marian, this is torture,” Dinka replied, her teeth bared as if she were laughing.“We’ve seen torture, D. We’re just playing with him,” Marian replied with a smile.With her eyes directing Zepher and a few sounds chipped in here and there, she made the young omega feed her every bite of food and every drop of water and light wine that had been brought to her as she breathed him in.Thirty long minutes later, Gravan walked in to find a very distraught Zepher feeding a very contented Marian.========
It had been infuriating and had felt like a personal attack to Marian.The girl beside Dorien, Risa, was two years older than him.Every part of her was soft and supple.She had never held anything close to a weapon, of any sort, in her life.She was fresh, and smooth, and as matronly as they came – just as her mother used to admonish her to be.While she, a princess, was rough and bullish and definitely not one anybody could imagine holding a pup.Her heart had broken in more ways than one at that moment.Not only had she been dumped, she had been dumped for the kind of girl her dead mother had wanted her to be.A mother she missed. A mother she wished she could apologize to for all the times she had been difficult.And all of it had happened in public.The thing she hated the most.As soon as the words had left his lips, Marian had felt her chest burn as if it were on fire. They had not been fated m
At age eleven, Marian had started training to join the warriors rank, and Gravan had entered the picture.Only he, among the warrior class, ever sparred with her, and only he, outside of her father, ever gave her any guidance.With his support, she had developed fast. Her physical and critical thinking skills had grown in leaps and bounds, far beyond her peers.Gravan had used her alpha blood as a springboard in her training. Pushing her harder and farther than most young trainees.By the time she turned thirteen, she was leading physical training sessions for younger shifters and was no longer ignored by blooded warriors – those who were active in the protection and defense of Lightmoon pack.At fourteen, she became a full-fledged member of the warrior class, assigned to a unit.The unit leader had been Gravan. By this time, in her heart, her second uncle.As a member of his unit, he never gave her any less than he gave any oth
At the mention of Reyland, Marian had sniffed and nodded lightly.Her father smiled as footsteps were heard in the sitting area.Before she could blink, Corien was out the door, closing it gently behind him as he began to speak with the Alpha of Lightmoon pack.Marian’s eyes narrowed. She pushed her senses to listen, but both men were warriors; she could not hear them unless they didn’t mind being heard.There was silence.She could not even feel them.Their presence had been blocked.A few minutes later, she heard footsteps leaving her dorm.Two sets.She rested her back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, mulling over her conversation with her father.She went over everything one by one, step by step, with Dinka.As she recounted it, certain things stood out to her, but she kept her counsel.Instead, her mind turned to the past, before the darkest time in her life.==========The pack had been a home then.Her father, mother, and her younger brother had lived in the Alpha mansi
“He ordered the rest of us out – me, Dax, Dorien,” Corien continued, maintaining his fluid pace.Marian smiled lightly, but remained focused, keeping the meld firmly intact.“Byron gave you pint after pint of blood from the blood bank. He would not let me give any because of the impending full moon.”Corien paused and smiled widely when the meld did not waver.My daughter is a true alpha warrior, he mused.Marian’s breathing remained steady. Her brow had twitched, but she had no other reaction.“We stayed in the sitting area of your dorm until you woke up the next day.”“You know the gist of things from there.”“Dax has been gone since the early hours of this morning. No one has seen him or heard from him. Physical or link-wise.”“We locked down the pack grounds. Some news might have gotten out, but no one will be able to understand things. Not for a while, not until more details come to light, and not…unless they are old enough or versed enough in wolf history to guess anything.”“An
Corien did not pause.“When he arrived on the Gamma’s back, his eyes were fixed on you.”“It felt like…like he knew it was you. Either that or that pup has too much empathy.”“Most wolves have only one reaction to a rabid wolf,” Corien explained matter-of-factly.“Put it down,” Marian commented casually.“Exactly. But not that young one,” Corien continued, his voice heavy with something Marian could not quite place.“His gaze shifted to me almost as soon as he set eyes on you. I don't know what he saw on my face, or whether I said anything to him, but he immediately turned back to you and his father.”“At this time, all pack members were gone; only Dax’s strongest warriors, those still standing, remained. You had taken down his Beta for doing his job – protecting his Alpha – nearly ripping him in half for it.”&ldq
Corien dived in, speaking in a swift but steady tone. He did not rush, but his pace was swift.“When you lost control, you attacked Dax at Christmas Lunch. The Luna barely got the pups out of the way, and Zara twisted her arm when she fell, to get out of your and Dax’s path.”“I had to contain Dorien. He had started to shift once he sighted you; he didn't know who or what was attacking, but you came straight for the high table, in full shift.”“On sight, I immediately knew it was you. Your scent had changed, Dinka’s size had nearly doubled, but I knew who it was, for two reasons.”“First, a random rabid wolf could not have crossed our borders; whoever it was had to be inside already.”“Second, the redness of your eyes. Such a sight had been described to me before, and I recognized it immediately. The redness was…mystical. It was like your very eyeballs had become red smoke.”“Only a wolf of ancient blood has that kind of miasma, and what were the odds there being another ancient-blood
A reward for which Marian had no regrets. Especially when that particular brand of bullying stopped completely afterward.She had even cursed the goddess herself when she had been made to clean and wash equipment, clothes, beds, and even toilets at the barracks.Using water that had blocks of ice in the buckets during winter, and that had been polluted with powders that caused burns or swelling on her hands, during other months.She had been bitter about being punished for the slightest thing. Sometimes being made to go without food or water for days, other times being given hard labor to do with poor equipment or none at all.A princess. Being treated worse than a slave.She had thought her life was terrible, without any idea what her father had been made to do.What he had endured.Him, the pack Alpha, being treated like…what exactly?Her guilt had fueled her rage and her tears at those times she had wept before her fa
After a moment, Reyland turned to the pack Gamma.“If anything happens, you have to tell me. Even if you are uncertain, you MUST let me know,” Reyland pressed with thinly veiled apprehension.Jackson stared at his Alpha’s son.A child he had been put in charge of since the boy had wandered off many years ago and had disappeared for five whole days.He had watched the young giant grow.He knew things about the boy that even the father did not.Though he had told Dax most everything he witnessed, and most of what his men reported as they guarded the young prince, which is what Reyland was, in every sense of the word – the grandson of the Alpha King in Whitehall pack.Some private things, he had kept to himself.The boy knew it, but neither wolf ever spoke about this shared knowledge.This shared secret – that Jackson never told Dax EVERYTHING he knew about Reyland.It was why Reyland co
It was that time of the year again. The time of the year Marian hated the most – Christmas.Away from her pack for almost a year after her self-imposed exile, she had returned to fulfill her duties as the only surviving child and sibling of her late mother and brother.Goddess, how I hate this place, she mused, her lips tightening as she strode toward the pack hall.Her hips swayed as she walked purposefully toward the hall in her gold dress and strappy gold heels, all five feet eleven inches of her, as a light breeze pulled on her waist-length dark brown hair and silk gown.Her jaw clenched as she neared her destination, and she fought to keep her hands unclenched as she approached; her green eyes were narrowed and focused ahead as she moved with a steady gait.Marian had the lean, athletic build of a warrior she-wolf, and she moved like the alpha wolf that she was, with purpose and a commanding presence that demanded others move out of the way.Her back and head were straight and upr...
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