Thank you all to those who have read my story. The journey of Ahbaya, Yael and their child will continue on another book. Spoiler alert - - - as of now, Ahbaya and Yael's journey will continue on along with Accashia and Calleb. (My characters from The Alpha's Touch) whether or not they are going to be destined mates. Rivals. It's still on the works! And I plan to include the Demons from the west in the next story in the Alpha's Touch world. This journey of writing about an Alpha Female had always been a Dreak of mine. And I appreciate those who stayed on their journey with me. I'd also like to share some facts about this story. And how grateful I am to my Editor Jamie Maire for helping me with this story. I hope that one day, Alpha female troupe will trend!
"A ring, are you blind?" Was my sarcastic answer. Damn, Yael’s antics are really starting to infect me. Even his cute wits and sarcasm is sinking deep in my bones, skin and is frighteningly entering my brain. Elija Leon laughed and somehow found it humorous. "I know. I’m not blind, you wretched woman." He pointed at the ring. And took a close look at it. "A bonding ring, perhaps? It looks like one." I pursed my lips together. And somehow became conscious. My other hand unconsciously covered my right hand. An act trying to seal my little secret. With him laughing purposely in front of me implied that he already knows. "You’re acting like a foolish virgin. Far from your control freak demeanor. So... Am I correct?" He took a sip from the mug. "How is he? The man you’ve mated with instead of me." Terrified. "Good. We’re good.." Obviously, I lied. I don't want to talk about this. The curse. Isn't it awkward to talk about my problems with your ex husband to be, not to mention, best frien
Years ago the moon slowly moved over the sun along with Alpha Oliva's death. Its curve formed a dark silhouette that crept across the bright face, moment by moment darkening the sky. Across the landscape, rocks and trees seemed to sharpen as they drifted into this odd darkness. The stark edges of the surroundings became more distinct without the blinding glare of daylight or the fuzzy softness of night. Afraid to look upward, the people all walked with their heads down, shrouded in the long shadow of the moon. The blackness crept over the landscape as it crept over them, invariably seeping one by one into their hearts. Ancient memories rose in them, the darkness brought a foreboding that absorbed their spirit. In the darkness their hearts felt a longing, a loneliness they could not escape. Their empty yards and unlatched gates seem so strange to everyone. The screen doors seemed to ache for a carefree spin out into the daylight. The quiet mornings ground slowly into silent afternoons
I'm walking through the hybrid’s castle. Here and there I look at other reminders of how life's gone on. The sculptures, drawings and pictures have changed. I can't find one with me still in it. The only reminder of my existence was my crown. I stop at the trophy shelf on my way through the throne room. All I see are chairs, remembrances of the past and the chamber which the old Alphas, Kings and Queens used to sleep. None with my name on it. Truth be told I never one anything or really achieved anything. Not nearly as depressing. I start to laugh a little. I walk all through the castle with Yael’s hand in mine, the mood's slightly more upbeat than when I left it. Walls painted, new furniture, nicer things. I make my way to the secret room, my room. All my things are gone, now just a lounge. There's a few sparring rooms here and there. The wall is covered in framed portraits and pictures from my mother and father… and that is all.“It is so obvious how much your father is pissed at y
Hope is a fickle thing. A deadly weapon and a dreadful line to hold onto. That used to be my motto. How fucking naive I was back then. When I was a young girl, I thought of the Kingdom of Aensland as hopeless. It was messy, there would always be a bar fight in town. Young omegas ages to five to twelve would be kidnapped, their organs harvested from their still living bodies and thrown away like a sack of potatoes in the ocean. I had been hopeless even though I had led a powerful army of rabid hybrid savages… and the last drop of hope… of faith in me was shattered when I was told I would remain sterile. Barren. Worthless. Now I cannot say that all hope was lost… because the moon goddess placed a bundle of joy inside my womb. Something that I’ve hoped for… had craved for years. Now comes the hard part. My child isn’t even born… and yet my mate and I are willing ti lay our lives on the line to keep her safe once she’s here in this cruel world. “Aren’t you cold?” Yael walked closer to
The Shaman said my child’s fate was already written. And she will die in a horrible death from a demon named Kieran of the West. I've heard that name before... and I thought the six demons from the west were merely fairy tales. “Are you serious?” Was the only thing I could say. The words came out of me again and again as I muttered my disbelief. My hands flew to my hands, my fingers grabbed and pulled my hair — and yet, I felt nothing. Tears fell down on my eyes and I heard the shaman excused himself. “I will be telling your husband.” He muttered, his voice was low and almost apologetic. “I’ll give you some time alone.” The door closed and I was left alone. I pulled my legs close to my chest and hugged it tight. I began to shake, my body trembling as the shaman’s words swirled around my head. And I thought my dreams would be coming true. That I’d be happy with Yael and our little girl.Why would the moon goddess bless me with a child if she’s going to be taken anyway?!“This can’