Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge of the Alpha's Bratty Daughter: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

NARRATIVE POVWhen the Omega mistress, Bree, gave up the location of where she sold Tia, nothing was left. The rogues working in the warehouse where they kept the stolen pups were torn to bits, and no one knew what had happened. The walls were painted in the crimson of the criminal rogues; no one could make sense of what had happened. Who saved these stolen pups and teens?When the recovered pups were questioned, all anyone could say was that they heard screams, but they saw nothing from the kennels where they were stored.When Tia returned to her parents, she was different. She was no longer the bubbly, outgoing, happy little girl she had been. She was quiet and withdrawn, keeping everyone at bay and trusting no one. She began to throw fits if any of the house Omega's got too close to her.Confused about handling the changes within Tia, the Alpha pair figured the simplest way to resolve the pain was to give Tia anything and everything she wanted.Everything but affection. She had bec

TIA POVDespite my colour theme being blue and white, my mother and Hilary wore elegant silver dresses that complemented their freshly applied tanned skin. Neither my mother nor my sister got the olive skin pigment I did, so they were sporting their beautiful fake n' bake bronzer, and I relished it. My father, brother, and even Beta Miles, my sister's mate from Fisher Brooks Pack, all wore silver accent pieces to complement the females.I shouldn’t be surprised by this hostile takeover attempt, but it still hurts. My wants were never accepted; they were always wrong and changed to suit what Hilary wanted.Push it away, focus!A mantra I told myself daily was becoming more frequent, but I chose to ignore it.I walked around the room, ensuring I left my impression of what I wanted everyone to believe. I knew what they all thought of me.Tia Henry is the youngest daughter of the ever-kind and loving Alpha Markus and Luna Ava. She was spoiled rotten to the core. Nothing good harboured wit

TIA POVThe morning flew by fast. After making the last of the suggested changes, I sent my finished manuscript to my editor. This will be the fourth and final book of my book series. I love a good murder mystery. Add a sexy mountain-shifter, bad boy recluse with a dark past and a lot of love to give, and I am all in. And apparently, so are my readers.I envied other shifters. Cats and bears didn’t need packs to be happy. Some cat clans kept groups small, like lions, which had small clusters of pride. Tigers travelled in groups of no more than three or four, and Bears, although they had clan options, were often spaced out for territory aggression issues.What I would give for that option. Lone wolves rarely survived. There was a fine line between a lone wolf and a rogue. I was born of a pack, which meant my odds of disbanding from the Cherry Ridge pack and going lone wolf were unlikely. The more likely option was that my scent turned rogue, and I would become hunted. The problem was,

TIA POVOnce I was outside, it didn’t take Meadow long to pull us into the trees, taking over and shifting into her beautifully rare shimmering wolf. We were too large for a female wolf, even with Alpha genes. I had seen my brother and father's wolves, and I would dare to say that we were slightly larger and not at all similar in colouring. I didn't resemble either of my parents in either wolf or human form.Like many others did when comparing my appearance to my family, I used to wonder if I was adopted. Still, through my own investigation, I discovered I was a living image of my mother's grandmother. She was also recorded as a blessed shimmer wolf. She was hunted until she was mated.Shimmer wolves were believed to be extinct. I figure there had to be more out there if I were a shimmer wolf. They were hiding just as I was. We were the selected few tasked with maintaining balance on Earth and coveted for our strength and abilities in battle. Shimmer wolves also chose their own mates;

TIA POVI hated that I knew Meadow was right. No matter what I did, I would always be viewed as a spare in my family's eyes.“So, what do we do now? We can’t stay here; we are alone and vulnerable now.” I could feel defeat and self-pity rising within me.Now, we gather the families and send them back to our Moon Mother. She is waiting for their wolf spirits to return. It is our duty to make sure we perform the last rites before we head out, little one.I wanted to whine. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be that icy brat I was notoriously known as, but I also knew that Meadow was right. It was time for us to shed the facade and get to work. We were responsible for this pack and ourselves, and it wasn’t the time to feel sorry for ourselves. It was time to be strong and brave.I pushed forward and walked to the front of the packhouse.There they were. My family. They were all lined up, execution style.That was what they were. They were executed.This was no sanctioned attack; this was calcu