Dearest American Werewolf Kingdom, I am informed that the contestants have been chosen and informed, the preparations have been made, and after Alpha Week, the games will begin. Now, we just have to get through what is sure to be a startling, yet exhilarating summer home move in weekend and Alpha Week before we get to watch the she-wolves compete for the heart of our beloved Alpha Prince. Now, this author wouldn't be doing my due diligence if I failed to mention that the most surprising and shocking name on the contestant roster, as well as the Alpha Week roster, is the formerly exiled Stone Hill Creek pack princess, Korrine Prescott. That's right, it seems not only is Korrine Prescott back as a member of the American Werewolf Kingdom, but as the Alpha to Stone Hill Creek, making her THE infamous Female Alpha. The last time a Female Alpha walked this earth was over three hundred years ago, in the Southern European Kingdom. Ultimately, she was murdered by a group of Alphas who di
They pulled into the underground garage of his family's castle, and King Reginald hopped out as soon as the vehicle came to a stop. Luckily for him, his overbearing Royal Beta had a business meeting in Colorado, so he wasn't around to overhear the news that the King was about to reveal to his family. His son, the junior Alpha Caldwell, was back at his pack handling pack business until Alpha Week. Unfortunately, the Alpha Daughter, the ex marked Princess, Amber, was still wondering around the castle, and King Reginald wasn't sure who, if anyone, in his pack and among the palace staff that he could trust these days. As long as he played by the Royal Beta's rules, they were all fine and atleast pretended to be loyal to him, but after twenty years of giving Caldwell so much power, he couldn't be certain who was just playing along with his choices, and who Caldwell may have turned to his side. The sun was going down, painting the sky a gorgeous sunset pink as he walked through the hal
The flyer was one that his mate, Queen Melody, had created and had distributed among the packs. Surely his old friend would have already seen it, but it was possible that Rodney had thrown it away when he received it, seeing as there were no eligible she-wolves in his pack to pay it any interest, so Korrine may not have seen it. It was an announcement for a contest to win his son, Prince Alexander's heart and mating mark. He was now forty-seven years old, and heirless, so his mother was asking every eligible she-wolf in the kingdom to apply to be a contestant, so that the council, as well as the Royal family could choose the best mate for him, in hopes of bringing an heir to pass their dynasty down to in to the world. Korrine had always loved Alexander as a child, and with her very liberating tithes, Alexander would now be able to choose his own mate, regardless of whether the council agreed or not. With the thought, he fired off a quick text to Alpha Callahan to let him know that Sto
The Black SUV pulled down the long drive that led to the Stone Hill Creek packhouse. King Reginald fidgeted nervously in the back seat the closer they got to the house. It was a large, royal beauty, perfectly suited for the Royal Beta Family, but his old friend had not been the Royal Beta of the kingdom in two decades. The two of them hadn't spoken much since Reginald exiled his oldest friend's youngest daughter from the Kingdom. He had only done it for the girl's safety, and he was sure that James had understood the precarious situation that he had been put in. Alpha Caldwell had already had terrible things done to the girl to ensure that his daughter's place as Alexander's Marked Princess was secured, but who knew what extent he would go to if he believed Alexander still loved Korrine even after he'd sent his minions to destroy her and her reputation. Yes, sending Korrine away was for her best interest. Of course, being a rogue wolf had its own challenges, but King Reginald was th
Alpha Callahan paced his packhouse driveway as he waited for King Reginald to come up the drive. After the attack on Stone Hill Creek last night, the King was sure to hand over the pack to him, the loss of the heirless Alpha all but ensured that for him. He had been waiting for this day since Kevin, Alpha James' only son had died twenty-six years ago. Once upon a time he thought he would have the youngest Prescott girl, Korrine, as his Luna, but she proved to be too insolent, so he and the other wardens had no choice but to get rid of her. Afterall, they couldn't have her interfering in their plans and ruining everything they were working so hard for. Now, once he took over, he would take the older of the babies of the Prescott girls, the one that her parents had conceived after she had been exiled from the Kingdom. Alpha Callahan had called Beta Caldwell as soon as he scented the blood on the wind. Of course, he wasn't going to send his men over to help, not when he knew that his
Dearest American Werewolf Kingdom, Surely you all didn't believe that I would sit back quietly as tragedy has struck our kingdom. It is said that after every tragedy, the Moon Goddess bestows a blessing upon us. One has to wonder exactly what was going through the divine Goddess's mind the night of the Stone Hill Creek Massacre. An Alpha and 87 of the Kingdom's strongest warriors lost in what this author is told was under an hour. As it goes however, this author would be remiss if she didn't report the return of the Kingdom's most infamously disgraced Alpha daughter in the wake of this tragedy. And with only a few days until the beginning of mating season. This author is informed that Korrine Prescott returned home to Stone Hill River less than 24 hours after the tragedy struck, with a clique that is sure to put the ex-marked Princess and her Wardenesses to shame, and no mate in sight. This begs the question, what is Miss Prescott doing back on Stone Hill Creek territory? Sur