Storm Without saying a word, he walked towards me, watching me carefully as he slowly made his way towards me. I watched him warily, wanting to run for my life but determined to stand my ground. The look in his eyes told me he was aware of my internal battle. He walked up to me and took me into his arms, holding me against him. I stood there frozen in his arms, my body shaking from cold and fear. After a while I rested my head on his chest, seeking the warmth of his embrace and finding an odd sense of comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. After a moment of debating with myself on whether I should reciprocate. I wrapped my arms around him holding him. A foreign feeling of safety and security wrapping itself around me. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered, resting his chin on the top of my head. “I can’t. I can’t be honest with you. I can’t tell you who I am. Because if I do, I will put not just myself, but you and your family in danger,” I whispered. “Why do

Storm Once we had gotten inside, Alpha Doyle led me upstairs to the third floor which was the Alphas private quarters within the residence and showed me through to his bedroom. As we were making our way upstairs, he informed me that only a select few members of his staff had access to the third floor and his private residence. I followed him into his bedroom, and the moment I entered the room, I was surprised by the room’s interior. The size of the room itself astonished me; it was huge. It was easily three times the size of my bedroom back home! There were black floor-length curtains running the full length of the wall that I was facing as I stood there in the doorway taking in my surroundings. There was a king-sized solid timber bed with two solid timber bedside tables on either side of it. The room had a large black leather lounge suite against the wall on the right-hand side of the room, and on the left-hand side of the room, there were three doors. One leading i

Storm I struggled to hold myself together as we made our way downstairs. On the way downstairs we stopped in at the laundry which was on the second floor. A housekeeper whom I learned was named Mary took the wet clothes from Alpha Doyle and put them into the washing machine. When we left the laundry, we made our way back downstairs to the living room where Julie, Leah and Lilly were all seated on a lounge, talking to a group of people which included the Beta. The moment we walked into the living room, the Beta stood up and walked towards us. I stopped in my tracks as he approached us. Sensing my unease, Alpha Doyle let go of my arm and ran his hand across my back, which caused me to nearly jump out of my skin. The Beta was looking surprised by my reaction when he stopped in front of me, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he said, “Luna Lena, I would just like to apologise for what happened out by the lake. I can assure you that it will never happen again.”

Alpha Doyle In the werewolf world, Alpha males needed a Luna. When you have an Alpha, who has his Luna at his side, you have two souls which work together in harmony, resulting in men who are strong, but kind. Confident, but humble, assertive, but gentle and powerful, and tempered and calm. Alphas are natural born leaders. For the survival of their pack, Alphas accept high levels of responsibility and make tough decisions every day that most rational people would end up finding overwhelming. But our strengths and dominant personalities can usually make Alphas difficult to work with and hard to be around for long periods of time. That is where Lunas are invaluable. They keep Alphas balanced and calm, helping them to remain approachable and sensitive to the needs and plights of others. When an Alpha loses a Luna, he can end up losing a part of himself, resulting in that Alpha becoming a dark and angry tyrant. Fortunately, that hadn’t happened to me when I had l

Storm The rest of the afternoon went by without a hitch. After Alpha Doyle had shown me where he would be sleeping, I had made my way back downstairs, but I had retreated to the solitude of the porch where Alpha Doyle had taken me earlier.  It was so quiet and so peaceful out here. I took a seat on the built-in porch seat and feeling content for the first time since I had arrived here, I watched the rain. I don’t know how long I was out there sitting in the cold and enjoying the quiet before Alpha Doyle came out to get me.  “Dinner is ready love,” he said. I got up from my seat and followed him back into the house. We made our way through the house to the dining room, and as soon as we entered the room, I saw that the table had already been set. On the table, there were a variety of large bowls containing an assortment of delicious looking Irish dishes, including bacon and cabbage, colcannon, Irish stew, and two large serving dishes full of