All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonstone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The coffee shop was buzzing with gossip, and while I waited, I listened to the rumors. “They found him in the forest, near the edge of the boundary. Silver, no doubt,” a woman said. “No, not silver, they say it was a wolf. His heart ripped from his body and his entrails were ravaged! Imagine the size of whoever did this. Fenrir was the largest among us! What could have done that?” replied another. “I’d love to rip the scoundrel’s throat out who did it. They say that he was in line to be the next alpha,” one of my father’s guards darkly threatened. Hearing Fenrir referred to as Alpha-in-Waiting for my wolf’s attention. “No. I’m the next alpha. The first she-wolf in pack history to hold that title,” my wolf, Aurelia, huffed. As I sat, listening to the conversations happening all around me, I tried not to let my wolf’s irritation openly show. “Be still,”I told Aurelia. They don’t know that it is us, yet. They will soon. Since they had found my father’s Beta, Fenrir, murdered

I walked with my father’s guards up the tree-lined drive to Iceclaw Packhouse. The walk through the spring flowering trees had always been my favorite. The pink and white petals whose sweet smells would give way to leaves as summer approached was highlighted by the sounds of birds chirping and bees buzzing. For whatever reason, this part of the walk home was always peaceful no matter what was happening in town or on top of the hill. As we walked up the drive, past the iron gates inlaid with golden trees, the brick facade of our expansive packhouse came into view. Omegas hurried about, making preparations for tonight’s ceremony, the ceremony where I would be made Alpha-in-Waiting and officially begin training to take over pack leadership. I had prepared my whole life for tonight. When my mother and step-mother had failed to produce a male heir for my father, he began to include me more in pack business, even taking me with him as a representative of the pack in re

Viti’s words rang in my head all afternoon because the sheer confusion of them, and I fully intended to let them know that Viti had confessed to the crime. I had hoped that Viti and I could fix our friendship, but this final act let me know that he was a stranger and a very dangerous one. He was no Iceclaw. I was to be Alpha-in-Waiting, and if anyone were to regret anything, it would be him. Still, part of me still thought that having him as a mate could have been convenient. Yes, I had to be married to Silverburn Pack, which if I was being honest, I knew nothing about, but my life would remain largely unchanged other than working by my father’s side openly. My marriage would be for the good of the pack. It would solidify not only our alliance with Silverburn, but also my standing as Alpha. I could see my father’s reasoning as I processed the information, but I couldn’t process Viti's proposal and subsequent wanting to mark me. “Thank you,” I said to my wolf for the hundre

As I stepped into the center of the torchlined glade to stand by my father’s side, there was an audible gasp as the torchlight flickered and danced off the shimmery fabric of my lavender gown. The light bounced off the diamonds around my throat, casting fiery rainbows in whatever direction I turned. My father’s eyes were a mixture of shock and something else that I couldn’t place, but I had never felt more beautiful or more powerful in my life. I could hear the tittering of some of the Pack, words like daughter and tradition, but more than that, I could feel the reluctant approval of the wolves around me. My father outstretched his hand and spun me around before pulling him to his right side. It was a symbolic place, and the Pack knew it. A new gasp settled over the crowd, and now, there were whispers about more than just my wardrobe choice. My father had just clearly communicated his intention and decision to the pack. I looked out over the pack and gave my most

Damien “Beta Rolf,” Jenn smiled as she sashayed past, leaving the scent of our escapades trailing behind her. Rolf looked at me out of the side of his eye, smirking. “Jenn, always a pleasure.” And at that, she left, closing the door behind her. “Damien, you need to be careful with that one, she’s relentless.” “Oh, don’t I know it, but there is no need to worry, my friend. She’s fun for Sargon, but not a mate.” “She might not be a mate, but she can still bear a pup.” “I’ve had the healers see to that,” I reminded. “And what do you think your wife will think of the arrangement you have with the Leashed?” “It is not her concern. Ours is a pragmatic union that is bound by tradition. I saw to it that we could both seek mates outside of the m