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Candice's Plea

مؤلف: Jubilee Moores
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-10 17:23:46

POV: Trishelle

Down at the bar, Sammy and I fell into easy conversation, catching up on years of lost time. His job for the night mostly meant hauling ice and restocking bottles, but as the crowd thinned out, I found a rare moment just to look around and soak it in. The music thudded low in my chest, and the lights swept in slow arcs across the dance floor, painting everything in shifting color.

So this is what a club feels like. I'd never been to one. Hell, I'd never really been anywhere. Ever
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  • The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir   Candice's Plea

    POV: TrishelleDown at the bar, Sammy and I fell into easy conversation, catching up on years of lost time. His job for the night mostly meant hauling ice and restocking bottles, but as the crowd thinned out, I found a rare moment just to look around and soak it in. The music thudded low in my chest, and the lights swept in slow arcs across the dance floor, painting everything in shifting color.So this is what a club feels like. I'd never been to one. Hell, I'd never really been anywhere. Every part of the night felt new, and I caught myself smiling for no reason at all, just enjoying the strange, simple feeling of being normal for once.A few guys worked up the nerve to ask me to dance, only for one sharp look from Sammy to send them scattering like roaches. I bit back a laugh each time, secretly grateful for the excuse not to explain myself.Why bother asking me, with all the she-wolves practically throwing themselves at every guy in here? I shook my head. That werewine must be str

  • The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir   Let Loose

    POV: JamesRichard leaned in close, voice dropping low. "Relax, Alpha. The plan's already in motion. Trust me, before tonight's over, you're getting exactly what you want."I didn't answer. My jaw locked tight, eyes cutting through the crowd like I could speed up time through sheer will. Every second dragged like wet cement, thick with an impatience I didn't want to look at too hard.An hour had passed since the pups went down. It took even longer for the parents to filter back once the little ones were finally settled. The DJ eased the crowd into the evening with slow R&B while helpers cleared tables to make room for dancing, and the bar staff used the break to restock. Sammy pitched in, sleeves shoved up, that easy grin plastered on his face. Trishelle counted rental utensils nearby, making sure nothing had wandered off into the grass. She worked with quiet focus, murmuring numbers under her breath, glad for something to keep her hands busy.Still feels unreal. Everyone treating me

  • The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir   New Ground

    POV: The Goldmoon AlphaI didn't have to come out here myself. I had a meeting close by that would've let me get updates the easy way, through email like a normal person. But some things needed eyes on them, not just words on a screen. After everything my pack had survived to get to this point, I owed them that much.The Elders had come through two days ago with a list of recommendations meant to speed up approval. I'd handed the logistics over to my people, the same way my father once handed things to me, trusting them to get it right. But the second I stepped out of my car and started toward the Omega quarters, one thing hit me hard.Heating's off. That's on me.Their old territory stayed warm most of the year, so nobody thought twice about how much colder this new land would run. Omegas didn't have a wolf's thick skin against the cold, not like the rest of them did, and the current setup wasn't going to cut it. I made a mental note to handle it myself. Some things were too importan

  • The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir   Who the Hell Is That

    POV: JamesI yanked Steve away from his family with zero ceremony, dragging him behind one of the trees at the edge of the yard. A low growl already built in my throat, and I barely noticed how tight my fingers had curled into the fabric of Steve's sleeve."Steve. Who the hell is that?"Steve blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden edge in my voice. "Who are you talking about, Alpha?""That punk. Standing there, grinning at Trishelle like he owns the place."Steve turned to follow my line of sight just as the two figures disappeared toward the pack house. Recognition dawned on his face, easing into something between amusement and reassurance. "Oh, that's Sammy. Samuel Parker. I took him on a few years back, trained him up for business work. Good worker, sharp mind. Hasn't been back in two years though.""He's an orphan too, isn't he?" My frown deepened. Jealousy still simmered under my skin even with the explanation. If Sammy grew up orphaned like Trishelle, that would at leas

  • The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir   Serving the Line

    POV: Trishelle"Let me drop my stuff off first, then I'll give you a hand." Sammy grabbed the bag he'd tossed aside the second he'd spotted me, slinging it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. We walked toward the house together, falling into step easy, the kind of easy that only came from years of knowing someone inside and out.True to his word, he threw himself into the last of the party prep, ending up behind the bar for most of it, mixing drinks with way more enthusiasm than skill. I knew this kitchen like the back of my hand, so I found myself helping serve food even though the whole thing was buffet style. Old habits died hard. I couldn't sit still while there was work to be done, and some small, restless part of me still felt like a guest in my own life whenever my hands weren't busy.The party was pushing two hours in when Sammy caught my hand and pulled me toward the food table, his grip warm and a little too insistent. He grabbed himself a plate and shoved one into my

  • The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir   Growl

    POV: JamesI let myself watch her for half a second, just her hair whipping behind her like she owned the damn wind. Then it hit me, that gut-punch feeling, when she blew right past me without even a glance. Not one. I'd been so sure she saw me. So sure tonight was going to be different.She saw me. She had to have seen me.I spun around and there she was, wrapped up tight in some guy's arms. Some guy I didn't know, didn't recognize, didn't like the smell of. Her face was tucked into the stranger's shoulder like she'd done it a hundred times before, like she belonged there.A growl ripped out of me before I could catch it. My claws pricked under my skin, sharp and hungry, and heat rolled through me, ugly and possessive and completely wrong for a crowd this size. Mine. The thought slammed through me hard and fast, animal and unreasonable. If a pack of kids hadn't picked that second to crash into my legs, screaming and laughing, high on cake and chaos, I might have done something stupid

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