I wake up to Maddox’s strong arms wrapped around me. I sigh, content that I’m with my mate. Last night it was so nice being out in public with Maddox. I was nervous, but it felt good to not hide. Everyone knows I’m Maddox’s mate, including his family. I thought for sure they would make a scene at the ball, but they didn’t. I know they aren’t happy about it, but so far, they have been quiet, which makes me nervous. Today we go to the council. We will present them with the information that I’m of Beta blood and lycan blood. I don’t know if they will believe my family was wrongfully banished. I know that there is proof of my heritage in the archives. I can only hope that my mom was successful in finding it for today. I can’t believe I found my mom. I’m so thankful to the moon goddess that we have been united. I can’t wait to reconnect more with her. I hope that we can find my dad even if he is dead. It will still bring peace of mind to know what happened to him.For years I’ve wondered
I’m having breakfast with Nadia and her mom. Nadia is beaming, and I’m happy that she has found her mom. I hope to help them find her father, but if he had let anyone know about his lycan heritage, he would have been killed. The chances that he survived are slim. Male rogue slaves tend to be killed within the first few years of servitude for one reason or another. They are assigned hard and tedious work. They are often used as training dummies for the warriors of the pack and sustain severe injuries. The females are different. They are assigned to work in the kitchens as maids and personal maids to a high-ranking female. They are used as sex slaves and sometimes as breeders if the high-ranking male’s mate fails to produce an heir. Either way, rogue slaves are mistreated, but hopefully, I will be able to abolish slavery and make peace with the rogues. Hopefully, with new leadership, many of the rogues will want to join packs or even form new packs for themselves that agree to be under
I know I haven't updated this book in a while. My pregnancy got complicated and I ended up in the hospital and had an early delivery. I've also had a bit of writer's block with this story but that doesn't mean I've given up on it. I'm trying to finish up Alpha's fated Omega and then I will be focusing on this story for this app. I have one story I'm working on for another app and then stories that get published on Am*z*n. Plus I'm finding a new balance with four year old twins and a newborn. So please be patient with me. I promise I will be getting updates in this story ASAP. My goal is to have the other story finished by the end Feb and then focus on this story. Thank you for patience and reader ship.
The council meeting went by in a long blur. It ended with the council divided. Half of them didn’t care that I was a rogue slave, they were hyper focused on my lycan hertage because Maddox and I will give birth to children with the most lycan blood seen in decades. The other half cared very much about me being a rogue slave and believe I can’t be trusted. The meeting ended inclusive and there will be several more meetings before the council will officially back me as Maddox’s mate. I worry that they will try to stop Maddox from becoming Alpha King because they don’t approve of his mate. I don’t want Maddox to loose such a life changing opportunity. I know he would give it up for me, but I don’t want him to. He’s worked his whole life for this and he can bring real change. By the time we got out of the meeting it was just about dinner time. We eat a quick meal with my mom and Elliot. Elliot has some mate issues going on, so after dinner Maddox takes him to have drinks. My mom and I
Terrified doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now. The slavers came and tore apart my rogue camp like it was nothing. They herded us like animals, and now we stand in the main city, ready to be auctioned off like cattle.I may only be ten, but rogue children grow up faster than those who live in packs. Rogues aren’t always evil. Yes, some of us are banished for crimes, but many don’t like the strict life of being in a pack. Many Alpha’s rule their packs with an Iron fist. They tend to be unfair and unjust to lower-ranking pack members. That’s why my parents left their pack. They left before I was born. I was born a rogue, and now I’m about to become a slave.Rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the packs. It’s their cruel way of getting back at us for leaving in the first place. If we won&r
I go about my daily duties of cleaning the Alpha’s office, bedroom, and bathroom. I put away his laundry and collect the pile of dirty clothes that need to be washed. Alpha Maddox is now the official Alpha of his pack as his father passed a few years ago during the war with another pack. For eight years I’ve been his slave. The Alpha is surprisingly nice to me. He makes sure I’m fed, clothed, and my room is across the hall from his. Granted, it’s the size of a closet, but it’s better than staying with the other slaves in the basement. The basement of the packhouse is set up with cots for the other slaves. The servants get to go back to their homes when they are done their shift. The other servants and slaves hate me. They bully me every chance they get because the Alpha gives me special treatment. They don't think it’s fair.
I’m sitting in my office after getting back from training. I’ve been spending time going through my father’s old pack notes and documents. It’s a nightmare as the man refuses to digitalize anything. Nadia is supposed to be helping me, but she’s late. I’m sure she is being bullied. I wish she would let me put the bullies in their place.Soon it won’t matter. Soon she will know the truth. I told myself when she turned eighteen. I’d tell her the truth. She turned eighteen a few months ago, but I’ve gotten caught up in political bullshit and my uncle and mother trying to shove females at me in hopes they are my mate. Idiots. I’ve already found my mate.I come from royal lycan blood, which means as an Alpha, I can detect my mate at any age. I don’t have to be twenty-one, and neither does m
The day passes by, and before I know it, Nadia is leaving to fetch us dinner. As Nadia leaves my office, my mom and uncle step in. They both glare at Nadia. I internally roll my eyes at them. They won’t be looking at her like that for long, or maybe her being my mate will change nothing for them. No doubt they won’t be happy that I’m fated mates with a rogue slave.Nadia shuts the door behind her as my mom and uncle approach my rather large oak desk. I can already tell they want something, and I’m not going to like it. I swear if it’s another mateship proposal, I might just lose my mind. My wolf growls in my head, not happy with the thought of them trying to pair us with anyone but our mate.We can’t talk to our wolves, and they don’t have names. However, we can feel them and communicate in our own way, but