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Five years later, I had just given birth to my sixth, and final, child. My son, Ace, may be the youngest, but he is an Alpha through and through. He was a huge baby, weighing fourteen pounds, six ounces and he was twenty-four inches long. It seemed like giving birth to him took forever! He’s a sweet boy, but very impatient. He does love having his butt pounded and being rocked roughly though… just like his brothers and sisters. He started sleeping through the night at one week old and nearly scared me to death. I got no sleep that first time. I was up every hour, checking to make sure he was still breathing and listening to his heartbeat. He has been doing everything earlier than his brothers and sisters. He’s the chubbiest little boy I have ever seen and I giggle each time I see him laugh. Yes, he is one month old and already laughing. I mean laughing so hard his fat rolls jiggle and I love every second I get to see him do it. So do all of my other children. Kenny and Kyle are in sch
It has now been twenty years since that awful day. We have had so much happen since then. Kenny took his rightful place as Alpha of the Red Moon Pack when he was eighteen and Kyle took his place as Beta of Cold Springs pack at the same age. Kyle met his mate, Kelly, when an Alpha from another pack brought his family to visit the pack. This is common practice when an alpha wants his daughter to find her mate. They had a boy and a girl and we are so happy to be grandparents! Kenny hasn’t found his mate yet, but I’m sure he will. He is about to go overseas for a summit with a wolf pack in Russia. There is really no point in an alliance with that pack, because it would serve no purpose. We wouldn’t be able to provide aide in a timely manner and we wouldn’t be able to invest to be able to see where the money is going. I have a feeling he is just going to see if his mate is there and I am very happy he’s at least trying to look. Andrew stepped back from his duties as Co-Alpha and built a h
In a small cabin in the woods, snapping and snarling is heard while birds are stirred from their perches with a loud fluttering sound. There are two large wolves fighting off ten raggedy looking wolves. The rogues were covered in old blood, fur matted and reeking of rotted flesh. The two wolves who were fighting against the rogues were protecting their most prized possession. A small girl, age five, was hiding in a cellar. She had long brown hair and ocean blue eyes with a button nose. At this moment, she was hiding in a corner of the cellar with her hands over her ears, trying to reduce the volume of the fighting. She could get an idea of what was going on upstairs, by listening to the footsteps. Right now, there were way too many for her to be out of danger and the sounds she hears are sickening. The ripping of flesh and the breaking of bones is enough to turn her stomach, so she covers her ears for the majority of the fight. Her parents told her to stay in the cellar and be quiet
It has only been a week since we buried my parents and I became a slave to my pack, but it feels like a year. Luna Kate is awful! I am only allowed to eat once a day, as long as I’m good. I only get what ever is left after everyone else in the pack has eaten. I’m okay with that. Luna Kate looks for reasons to hit me. Even if one of the omegas drops something, I get hit for it. There is one omega, Ayame, who takes too much pleasure in seeing me get hit. She purposely drops and breaks dishes loudly so Luna Kate will run in and slap me so hard, I fall to the floor. I have kept my promise though. I do not cry in front of them. I refuse to show weakness. They will not break me. After a month, I have bruises all over my body and my ribs hurt. Luna Kate started kicking my stomach and sides after she had slapped me to the floor. When Gabrielle came to get me early this morning, I was already awake and dressed. My face was swollen and bruised, but I was not going to let any of my injuries sto
I heard a shrill voice yelling as she stomped to my cell, “You are not allowed to see the doctor. I don’t care how bad your injuries are. You are only to use the first aid kit in the kitchen.” I bowed my head, “Yes Luna.” She sneered, “Since you have that cast on your hand now, you will stay down here and I will make sure you never forget this lesson.” I gasped, “I’m sorry, Luna. I didn’t know.” She snapped, “Well, now you do. That doesn’t mean you are getting away with it.” She grabbed my good wrist and took me to a room that reeked of death, blood and urine. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, a steel table that had drain holes along the edges, and a chair that had handcuffs and shackles attached to it. The chair was way too big to fit me in it, so that made me feel a little better. That relief was short lived when she put handcuffs on my good hand and hung me by one hand just high enough to keep my feet from touching the floor. Before I knew it, I was feeling my back being
I sat up on my cot, hugging my legs, wrapped in my blanket until I heard the door open and quiet, gentle, footsteps were walking toward me. I saw Gabrielle walking toward me with a tray in her hands. She had the key to my cell in one hand and a breakfast tray in the other hand. As she walked into my cell, she placed my tray on the bed and sat on the stool, “Don’t eat the biscuit. It has wolfsbane in it. It’s poison.” I gasped, “Why would they do that to me?” She explained, “I saw Luna Kate talking with Ayame in a corner of the kitchen. I’m sure the two of them are making sure you don’t get better.” I giggled, “The Moon Goddess beat them to it.” Gabrielle furrowed her brows, “What?” I giggled as I turned around to show her my back. She gasped as I felt her touch my back, “How did you heal so fast? You don’t have your wolf yet.” I answered, “The Moon Goddess healed me. I’m trying to act like it still hurts when Alpha or Luna come down.” She shook her head, “You are very special, Izzy. Y
It has been five years since my parents were killed. It has been five years since I was brought to this hell hole called the pack house. It has been five years of constant abuse; constant broken bones, constant lashes with either the silver dipped whip or the whip with the silver claws. I’ve been in the dungeons so many times that I have become friends with the guards in there. They smile after Alpha or Luna leave. They talk with me and joke around with me. They can’t stop what the Alpha and Luna do to me, but they do help me when they are ordered to hit me. I make the small noises that I make when the Alpha and Luna hit me while they crack the whip against the floor or in the air. I love them like brothers and they take care of me while I’m in the dungeons. They also make sure I don’t eat or drink wolfsbane. I also have another secret. I have been whipped and cut with silver so much that I am now immune to it. When I am in the dungeons, Alpha and Luna come down to whip me and Ayame c
I knew I couldn’t get through tonight without something happening. Tasha growled in my head, “Tell her to get out. She’s nothing.” I turned my attention to Ayame, “It’s none of your business. I wasn’t doing anything but getting some fresh air. That’s all.” She looked at me suspiciously, “Why would I believe that?” I explained, “I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes a walk helps me sleep. I don’t get to go outside during the day. I’m always too busy or I’m in the dungeons.” She shrugged, “Got it.” I asked, “Can I go to bed now? I’m really tired.” She stood up and walked toward me, “I’ll just find out from Gabrielle what you were doing. I know you weren’t meeting a man.” I furrowed my brow, “Ew. Gross.” Ayame laughed, “There is my answer to that. I guess I will take your word for it.” She walked out of the attic and I went to my bed and looked at it. I started looking around while Tasha was growling, “I don’t trust that bitch.” I answered, “I agree. Can you lend me your sense of smell to see if th