Alpha Werewolf 短篇故事與 Female Solidarity 小說

Everyone envied how my best friend and I mated to the Alpha twins of the Creek Pack. But the pack didn't know that Victoria, their widowed stepmother, was the one the Alpha twins truly loved. My best friend Cathy and I planned to run away, but the night before our escape, she poisoned herself with wolfsbane. I called her mate Damon, but he sneered, "Luna, my brother says, your and Cathy's little tricks are getting really old. Are you going to jump off Silver Cliff tomorrow?"

My mate, Alpha Julian, was born ruthless. He fell for a mute human girl, an innocent orphan whose scent could calm any wolf. He’d fought in pack wars his whole life. But with her, he discovered love. He only mated with me to secure his bloodline. His wolf never wanted me. I found out about their affair and confronted him at the full moon ceremony. I screamed. I raged. He didn't even look at me. "If you can't accept her," he said, "we can sever the bond. I'll give you your freedom and half my wealth." I refused. Again and again. But he was relentless. He wiped out my pack. He allied with witches and tortured my parents to death in silver cages. I knelt before him, broken and begging. I could only watch as dark magic devoured them. The pain shattered me. I passed out. And woke up on the day I first learned of his betrayal. This time, I didn't scream. I plotted. I contacted a powerful Alpha in the North, arranging sanctuary for my people. I planned my escape. But when I finally vanished, Julian was the one who went insane. He was the one who begged me to come back.

My lifelong rival and I married into the Alpha family of the Silver Ridge Pack. I married the older brother, Adrian Black—the pack's brilliant healer, the cool-headed first heir everyone expected to become the next Alpha. Maya married the younger brother, Kane Black—the hot-tempered second heir who commanded border patrol and pack enforcement. Maya and I had spent our whole lives trying to beat each other. We fought for first place in training, and the top ranking at the werewolf academy. Even after we got pregnant four days apart, we secretly competed over whose pup would arrive first. Then, eight months into my pregnancy, I lay bleeding in the wreckage of a car crash—and my husband, the best emergency healer in the pack, decided I was lying. "Your vitals were stable this morning." "You're only making this up because you don't want me helping Vera. Stop using our pup and threatening to leave the pack just because you're jealous. Grow up." The only person who came for me was Maya. She carried our own unborn pup while she dragged me five miles through a snowstorm to the pack medical center. When I woke, she sat beside my bed with red-rimmed eyes and an empty belly. "You'd better not die," she snapped. "I haven't beaten you enough yet." I stared at her flattened stomach. "Where's your pup?" For once, Maya had no cutting answer. After a few seconds, she forced a smile that looked worse than tears. "Gone with yours." We looked at each other for a long time. "Let's leave them," I said. She wiped her eyes and gave a bitter laugh. "Look at that. We finally agree on something."

On the day I went into labor, my mate Caleb Ashford received a call from his first love. "Caleb, I'm back. Can you end your mate bond with her and become my mate?" Caleb glanced at me in the delivery room, said nothing, and hung up without hesitation. I thought he had chosen me. But the day I was discharged after giving birth, he slid a mate bond dissolution agreement across the table toward me. "Nora, I'm sorry. I can't say no to Lila. After the bond is dissolved, I'll give you a large sum of money to make up for it." I stared at the dissolution agreement in front of me. I didn't cry or make a scene. I picked up the pen calmly and signed my name, Nora Hart, at the bottom. Caleb hadn't expected me to agree so readily. A flicker of shock crossed his eyes. I handed him the signed agreement. "It's fine. I've always known Lila is the one you've loved all these years. "Being your mate for seven years was already more than I could have ever asked for." With that, I turned and walked away under his stunned gaze. Once I was out of his sight, I looked at my copy of the agreement again. The settlement was enough to keep me comfortable for three lifetimes. He had no idea that playing it cool was a gold digger's oldest trick.