All Chapters of Alpha‘s Unhunted Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

WEST WIND PACKThe sun was just starting to rise over the horizon as the young men began to gather in the rolling meadow in the Bitterroot Valley of Montana. There was an air of excitement around them. Some had run in previous Hunts before while others were novices. They were all anticipating finding their mates.Shadows were still being cast from the jagged mountains and tall trees precariously perched on them. The short grass in the meadow was already trampled by the many feet of both man and wolf. A mix of both meandered around waiting for the opening ceremonies for the Summer Solstice Hunt of the Mates.Some preferred to hunt in their beast form, while others remained in their human form. Some of the Lycans were in a partial shift making them look like the stereotypical Hollywood werewolf. Several men flocked to one of the Lycans who had made it big in the movies, wanting to get a picture and be able to claim to know him.Wyatt walked out into the large open meadow with the other

SILVER LAKE PACKBy ten o’clock, Celeste was by herself again after her brothers left for either work or school. Trying not to think about how short her time was before she left, she ran the five miles to the 24-hour gym in the human town.She spent two hours on weights then took a shower and emptied her locker. Her parents didn’t like her using the pila or human gym. Pilas, a crude name for humans taken from a breed of hairless dogs, were unaware that the nearby city was inhabited by werewolves. Celeste remembered the rumors from high school that it was a cult of some sort. Frequently she would assure her friends and teammates that it was not a cult or strange religious sect.However, there were times that she thought that it was exactly that.Females had few rights that were not guaranteed by the federal government of the Werewolf Council. Most families, including her own, opted to send their daughters to the public school in the pila town, Peony Village. This was done for their pro

SILVER LAKE PACK“Are you really going to let this happen to me?”The simple question from seventeen-year-old Wenona cut Wyatt to the core. She had demanded an answer from him the day before the Crystal River Pack was leaving for the Hunt in the nearby Silver Lake pack. He had agreed to go, but refused to participate, stating that he had business with the other Alpha. Quite simply, he wanted nothing to do with the Hunt. Because of this, Wenona knew that Wyatt would understand her fears.He did understand her fears. He clearly remembered the terror in his older sister’s eyes causing the deep need to protect his sister. The hunt sparked her need to protect her mate and the Beta’s need to mark her. The only thing they could hope for was that once their youngest sister was old enough for the Hunt, it had changed. In the meantime, he made a concoction and told her to drink it with a simple warning.“This will make you sicker than a dog. Pun intended.”She downed the drink and regretted it

AFGHANISTANTrue to his word, Sirius kept Wyatt updated on Celeste. When she graduated boot camp, he went and watched but stayed away. He fought against every instinct that told him to go to her. But he smiled when the wind shifted, and she caught his scent. Laura was telling her something and then her head popped up and she looked in his direction. He moved further into the shadows to stay out of sight but was glad that she’d had that reaction.A few days later, a package arrived in the mail. Inside the box, along with pictures and a letter, was a PT shirt in a Ziploc bag. He moved quickly and closed the door to his room in the apartment he shared with two other shipmates. Then he opened it and inhaled that wonderful scent.Neither of his pila roommates would understand him sniffing a T-shirt in a Ziploc bag to stave off bloodlust and insanity. He often wondered how his pila friends would react if they found out that werewolves and shifters were real. And that, unlike what Hollywood

CAMP PENDLETON, CALIFORNIAIt was Saturday and Valentine’s Day. Celeste lay on the couch in her friends’ living room. The rising sun shone through the sliding glass door leading out to the patio. Listening to the bed of the happily married couple creaking upstairs, she considered going out for coffee.Did she stay and listen to Gunny and Sammy going at it upstairs? Or did she go home and listen to her roommates, Jack and Jill, go at it down the hall? She was certain that there would be no coffee here. But it could be picked up on the way home.Just as she decided coffee was needed, her phone chirped. Picking it up off the floor, there was a vague memory of tossing it towards the coffee table, obviously she missed. She grinned at the message that appeared on the screen.HEY GIRLFRIEND!It immediately chirped again and her best friend and roommate, Jill, asked her a question.Guess what came in the mail.They had called the large black werecat Jill for so long, Celeste often forgot that