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LAMIA We pulled into the pack lands of Golden Circle well after dark. As we crossed the border, an invigorating and charging energy raced through me and a pack link formed. I was now connected to all of the pack. A difference from before as I had not had my Luna ceremony and been initiated into the pack. Now, I was the rightful Alpha and the link snapped into place. The car stopped in front of the large packhouse. Outside stood Brett, Cyrus, and Halley. Kellen and Mike exited the car with Mike opening the back door and helping out. I pulled at my rumpled clothes and looked up at the large structure. I was home, but it didn’t feel like home. Zane was not there. Kellen and Mike exchanged pleasantries, whereas I remained silent. I looked at Halley who had tears in her eyes. I cautiously walked towards her first, not knowing how I would be received by her. After all, her Mother and Brother were dead because of me. There’s that guilt again. Survivor’s guilt is what Kellen called it. I o
LAMIA 6 WEEKS LATER *Meet me in the Alpha office and bring Travis with you* I sent a collective mind link to Brett, Cyrus, Halley, and Chris. They all acknowledged my request and cut the link. I left my room and wandered down the hallway making my way to the office. For the past few weeks, I had been going over pack finances, borders, treaties, and training. Not just for the Golden Circle, but also for the Pacific pack and MacTire. MacTire was a little harder as it was a new territory and had nothing, no business, no funds, no hierarchy, rank, or solid training. Hunji had been doing his best to establish rules and warriors with the shifters that were left and wanted to stay. Even some rogues who had feared Silas and had been against his way of ruling were eager to join a pack again. Some had never been part of a pack, born a rogue. There was a mixture of people left at MacTire; wolves, feline, and bear shifters as well as humans. I was needed there and could not put off going back
***Out now and completed: Book 2 - Rise of a Queen*** Please remember to leave me a review, I hope you enjoyed this book. For updates and chapter teasers, check my i*st*gr*m >>> authorjwgstout Or my F_B group for readers >>> Author Jwgstout Lamia's story continues in the second book, 2 years later. Carry on the adventure and see if Lamia finds her happily ever after. Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come. Two years ago, Travis and I left the Golden Circle pack in the dead of night to come back to MacTire (which literally meant wolf in ancient Gaelic). With the help of Alpha Greg from the Cres
MARCUS (The Delta) *Marcus, meet me in my office now* The King's mind link reached me, his tone held an underlay of annoyance. I sighed, knowing this probably had something to do with my daughter. *Yes, your highness. I’m on my way.* I replied as I turned in my direction and headed back to the Palace. Making my way to the King's office through the main foyer of the palace, there were a few young wolves that were lounging around on the big sofas that were placed on the other side of the stone columns that lined both sides of the hall, creating archways and a high ceiling. And in each arch hung a chandelier, donning tiny crystals, that cast little sparkling lights across the ceilings from the rays of the sun that shone through the crescent windows, some creating a light prism that gave the effect of magic, even in the afternoon sun. Once upon a time, about 200 years ago, this had been the site of a magnificent castle, very medieval looking, until an uprising had burnt it to the groun
LAMIA (TWO YEARS LATER) I was bopping along to my music on the way back to the dorms from an awesome morning of training. I was heading to my room for a much-needed shower and change before my classes. I didn’t think the instructors would be too happy if I turned up sweaty and bloody for their class. I had already been warned about that once. In my defense, I had been distracted and was running late. However, I guess that wasn’t a good enough excuse, especially since I refused to tell them what had distracted me. I liked boys, of course, I did! But what I didn’t like was the hot-headed Alphas thinking they could corner me and put their hands on me whenever they wanted to. Like that idiot, Summer’s from a western pack did. Thinking he was all badass and shit and was going to make me submit. HA! What a laugh! I smirked at the memory of him cornering me just outside the girl’s dorm door, caging me in, and taking a big whiff of my scent. Told me how he was going to ‘make me scream his
LAMIA Friday Morning. Up bright and early for our sparing session. We stood on the training grounds, stretching our limbs when the instructor walked up, his voice booming across the open field and sparring rings, rattling us out of our thoughts and to attention. “Right cadets! Today we will be going over hand-to-hand combat skills. We will start with sparing in pairs. We will then be grouping you together and working on handling multiple attacks. NO kill shots! We are not looking to maim your opponents! NO shifting! You must keep control of your wolf at all times. When you hear the whistle, the attack stops. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” “YES SIR” We all said in unison. This was my favorite part of training and I had been looking forward to it all week. I could almost smell my victory. “If you manage to win your fight, you will then go into a second round of one on one fighting. You win your fight if you one: Do not tap out. Two: take down all your attackers or three: your fight is not
LAMIA I was sitting perched on the toilet in my bathroom, while Kira was adding some curls to my hair. We were getting ready for the party. I wasn’t really one for dresses, but Kira had insisted I buy the grey wool skirt that came above my knees and the forest green three-quarter length top with a deep v-neck. The neckline was decorated with tiny jewels, enhancing my perky breasts. She made me wear my knee-high black boots again and lent me a gold necklace with green jewels and matching gold earrings. I have to say I did truly like the outfit and felt very comfortable in it. I had put minimal makeup on, as usual, a little mascara, and some light pink lip gloss. My lip was still swollen and still had a small cut from our training this afternoon when I took that punch. It wasn’t too bad; at least there were no black eyes today! Kira was wearing her brown curls loose as usual and was sporting a red silk dress that came halfway down her thighs, topping off the look with cat eyes and de
LAMIA The party was in full swing and Kira and I had had a few drinks. She now led me by the hand into a large room where people were dancing. I was feeling the beat and started swaying my hips; Kira had already locked eyes with a male and was subtly and seductively dancing her way toward him. She grinned like a Cheshire cat at me as the male whose attention she wanted to grab snaked his arms around her waist from behind. I chuckled to myself as she leaned into him and started grinding her ass against him. I leaned towards her ear so she could hear me over the loud music.“Hey, I’m going to grab another drink.” “ OK, don’t expect me to be here when you get back.” A sly smile on her face and she turned around locking lips with the guy. Oh yes, my dear friend, I knew exactly where she would be. One way or another around some guy's cock. Such a slut. I gave her a knowing pat on the shoulder as she proceeded to suck face and headed back towards the kitchen for another drink. I was star