The Rebellious Alpha

  "Okay, that will be all for today!" I announced authoritatively to the girls of Moonville Pack. My Father's Pack. I could hear their sighs of relief as they wobbled on their feet. Some of them resting by the tree side and others scurrying to their changing rooms. But my eyes particularly fell on a young girl. Her hair were long and straight, donning a stunning shade of black just like mine.  "Rose!" I called. "Yes commander." She chirped as she approached me courteously.  Her anxiety and quivery status evidently displaying. So instead of being the overly stern trainer of the girls of Moonville Pack, I beamed a tiny smile at her. "You seem to be bad at wielding the Knife." I uttered calmly while he

  "Miss Claire," My Chauffeur softly called. "We've arrived Greenville Pack House."  I heaved an inaudible sigh hearing those words while I alighted from my vehicle, only to be greeted by the warm air blowing across my hair and a gigantic building mirroring it's shadow in my eyes. It was donned in green, surrounded by a small garden of various assortments of flowers. This was the beloved Greenville Pack house.  "Ah Miss Claire Perkins!" A man in his mid fifties chirped in front of the building. My focus shifted to him and his associates standing side by side with bright smiles imprinted on their faces.   No one needed to tell me that this short brown haired looking man with Hazel coloured irises and perfectly styled beards was

**********"Kevin, Kevin! Keeevin."  My Father called as he roamed about the Pack house garden. I giggled sheepishly before walking behind his towering figure in the stealthiest manner possible.  "Kevin you can come out now!" He chuckled.  "Gotcha!" I jumped at his leg while he laughed. "I win again!"  "I knew you were behind my back." He laughed as he lifted me from his legs. Holding me in his arm as he teased my nose playfully.  "No you didn't!" I whined.  "Yeah I didn't." We both laughed this time.  "Boys, get inside now before breakfast turns cold!" My mother's pitch could be heard from our

"We haven't found Kevin yet, Alpha Jason." I heard Beta Chris mumble as I strode down the stairs. "Although we've hunted most of his Rogues down." My palms curled as I furiously eyed my Father and Beta Chris sitting on opposite couches. They barely even noticed me, engulfed in their conversation.   I wished my Father had sent me along the other warriors so I could end that bastard once and for all. There was some connection between Kevin and Claire.    The first time she had visited his raggedly home, I thought it was nothing. But then it became consistent and just yesterday, she tried to convince my Father from killing him. Ever since, she had been in so much unrest. As if Kevin was the only thing boggling her mind. Someone she hasn't even met!   There was only one logical explanation, Kevin is the Lycan's daughter mate. My teeth gnashed against each other at that t

CLAIREHere I was, seated by my desk. Under the dim lights, in my room. Staring at my laptop which displayed a blank page. I don't even know why I was here when I was supposed to be celebrating with the others outside. Rather than brood in my bedroom.  Realization soon struck me that I was worried. Worried about my probability mate. A Rogue.   With all certainty, I knew I wasn't going to like him but Aubrey longed for him. Disturbing me with her sad emotions. In life, everything happens for a reason. But this time, I couldn't help but question the moon goddess. Why would she bestow this kind of fate?    I'm the Lycan's daughter, from a respectable family yet mated to a Rogue. A stain to my family's prestige. I wondered how my Father was going to react upon this news. I feared what would happen to me if we met. That perhaps due to the mate bond, I might grow those sparky feelings for him. One I dread to