The Triad Wolf

My name is Sapphire and I was training with the other warriors of the Moon Beast Pack. My long dark brown hair with natural Blond highlights that normally hung to my waist was now in a tight bun on the top of my head. My light blue eye and bright green eye sparkled as I quickly ducked under my opponent's arm as it swung at my face. I swung around and did a spinning back kick to Dravo’s chest, causing him to fly ten feet away and land with a thump on his ass. “Damn Phire! That hurt!” Dravo yelled as he stood to his full seven feet to glare at me with bright green eyes that flickered to gold to let me know that his wolf wanted to come out and rip me to shreds. Dravo was built and tall. Roughly about three hundred pounds of hard muscle. Being six foot, Dravo and I thought that we would be mates but no mate bond formed on my eighteenth birthday. He even knew about my secret and didn’t care. “Sorry D! I didn’t think I hit you that hard.” I replied with a smirk and a shrug. Stretching my

Onyx and I stared at each other. The woman had just left and all hell broke loose. We just rejected our mate because we liked guys.    “I’m not kidding Meadra. They didn’t even let us speak before they REJECTED her! We are leaving tomorrow and I never want to come back here again. If this kills her I will never forgive them for this!” The man named Dravo stated, then walked out, never looking back.   “Dragon Kings, I really hope you know that you have damned a very special wolf to the Void,” Meadra told us and walked out with her guards close on her heels.   We both looked at the last person from their little group. A petite blond they called Max.   “No disrespect to your Majesties, but you just had the best pe

Walking away from her was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I could feel myself rubbing against my dress pants. Groaning, I went to the office where my brother was and walked in to see him looking out the window towards the training grounds. “Figured I wouldn’t see you so quickly, when you took her stuff to her.” He said as he turned around and looked at me. “Well I almost took her against the bathroom door before she turned away from me and I walked out. I’m just giving her time to process what happened.” I replied back as I walked towards my desk. We had some of our men help us with arranging our office. My silver and gold desk was on the left side of the room, Onyx’s black and white desk was to the right and our soon-to-be Queen’s green and blue desk was in the center of the room. We had one made, after we realized our mistake, to match her eyes. Ours matched our dragons. Since we didn’t know what her wolf looked like, we decided to go with he

After arriving back at the King’s den, we all went our separate ways and showered and met back up by the throne room. My mates decided that the elders  and a handful of warriors would be there in the room with us when we confronted and sentenced the Omega male, whose name was Palin. I didn’t want to see the male dead, I just wanted him to understand that, when the time came for him to meet his mate, that there was a large chance that he and his mate would feel the same as what we had felt. “We will be introducing you to the Elders and to your personal warriors.” Ox informed me and held his hand up when I went to protest. “Pyrite and I both have two personal guards near us at all times. You will be the same. It happens to all royals because we always have enemies around trying to stab us in the back.” 

The dancing had been in full swing for over an hour now. Right now I was squeezed between my mate, floating on cloud nine. I was ecstatic to be in their arms. As the song ended, I felt them both tense up as I looked up and saw Ferrell next to us. “My Kings, Might I have the pleasure of dancing with our Queen?” He asks with a fake smile. I tense in both of  my mate's arms and look into Ferrell’s eyes. He stared at me with a feral look, reminding me of the rogues that attacked my pack a few years ago. “You can, but one wrong move and you’re done,” Ox tells him, his voice cold as we all look at him. “Of course My Kings. My Queen?” Ferrell holds out his hand to me and