The Alpha King’s Gifted Mate

MelanieAs we walk into the house an hour later than we should have, I’m greeted by Dad who picks me up and spins me around to which I end up squealing. “Babydoll, you’re growing too fast,” Dad says while smiling down at me, “I mean it was just yesterday Syl and I were running amok trying to stop you from destroying the couch,” Dad said with a mischievous glint in his eyes while ruffling my hair. “Not the hair Dad, and that was forever ago you need to keep up,” I said laughing at him while sauntering into the kitchen. I get what Dad’s trying to do. “Mom, what’s for breakfast?” I asked with puppy dog eyes. Staring at me she just rolled her eyes, “Since today is your birthday sweetie, you know what breakfast would be,” I squealed, “YES! Haha! One panettone French toast with mixed berries please,” imitating chef Alex Guano from the bistro down the road, mom said, “Coming right up ma’am.” A plate of Panettone French toast is placed in front of me looking exactly as beautiful as I picture

Melanie ‘HELLO,’ I heard a boisterous voice. "Who is there?" I exclaimed, startled. After a few seconds, I heard the voice again. ‘It’s me your wolf silly,’ the voice giggled “What! O.M.G! "I did not expect you to show up today," I heard a sigh as I exclaimed, ‘I came just at the right time, I am Amethyst, it's a pleasure to meet you.’ I knew that Mom and Dad had returned at that moment because I heard the front door open. I lay down, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep because I knew they were going to come to my room.'Amethyst, did you know we have powers?’ I asked my wolf but I got no reply just then my door opened and my mother stepped in.Her footsteps echoed as she approached my bed and switched on my purple-colored astronomy night light. She presses feathery kisses to my left temple, "Good night sweetie, sweet dreams," she says. 'Ourpowers are unique and are passed down every 500 years to a firstborn female in the original 6 families,' my wolf explains, ‘Who are the ori

Alpha OswaldIt’s been two weeks since we deployed the Whisperer, two agonizing weeks. Two weeks of tense silence. Anya had settled into her new role pretty well, there has been no new attack on the smaller pack or even rogue presence by the borders. I ran a hand through my slicked-back hair, the sho strands bristling with agitation. Every shadow seemed to harbor whispers, every gust of wind a taunting laugh. The rogues, usually a hornet's nest of chatter and bravado, had gone eerily quiet. Were they onto Anya? Had they discovered her mission - to sow discord amongst their ranks, fan the embers of dissent into a full-blown inferno? Or was this some new, insidious tactic, a deliberate silence meant to break me, to chip away at my resolve with the slow torture of uncertainty?I slammed my fist against the table, rattling the papers that clustered my desk. The dim glow of the office lights cast flickering shadows on the maps spread across the surface. They depicted the desolate stretche

Melanie The first thing I noticed as I woke up was the sound of drawers slamming and the sharp rustle of clothes being shoved into a bag.I cracked one eye open and groaned, rolling over in bed. “Lonnie, what are you doing? It’s too early for whatever chaos you’re planning.”Delona, perched by her wardrobe with her suitcase halfway packed, gave me a pointed look. “It’s not chaos, it’s called getting ready to leave. You might want to try it sometime.”I stretched, sitting up slowly. “Where’s Hazel?”A mischievous smirk spread across her face. “Busy with her mate, obviously. I doubt she even slept in her bed last night.”I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course. She’s probably basking in all the mate bond euphoria. Can’t really blame her.”Delona rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. I got up and headed to the bathroom to start my morning routine.The mirror greeted me with a reflection of my still-messy afro from last night’s updo. I sighed, grabbing a comb. “Morning, Mel,” I mutter

MelanieI stared at Oswald, my mouth agape, unable to comprehend what Amy had just said.“Mate,” my wolf repeated, her tone insistent and unwavering."No," I whispered under my breath, shaking my head as if that would silence her.Oswald raised a brow, his silver eyes twinkling with amusement, and the corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk. That expression—like he knew exactly what was going through my head—made my stomach twist.“You’re lying,” I shot at Amy. “This has to be a joke. A cruel, ridiculous prank.”“The goddess doesn’t make mistakes,” Amy replied smugly.I opened my mouth to argue, but my voice caught in my throat. The intensity of Oswald’s gaze rooted me to the spot. He wasn’t saying anything, but I could feel it—the pull, the connection, the undeniable truth of the bond.A second-chance mate.On my eighteenth birthday.Just hours after Mason rejected me.I couldn’t process it. My legs felt unsteady, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. I zoned out, cau