A Pack Of Their Own Novels & Stories

His words confused me, and my head tilted. “I… I don't get it. You bought them, but then you said they're free. How are they free if you bought them?” “Our pack doesn't run the same as others. Here, Omega's are free. They're not used for sex, and they're not used as breeders. They're free to live their lives as they choose. But other packs aren't just going to give us their Omegas. Think of it like buying their freedom. Each year, we buy Omega's under the guise that they will be used for one thing or another, when in fact, once they're here, they are free to live as they please.

“Please. They’re dying—my pack. This isn’t what you wanted.” “ Your pack started it but my one order will end this “

I growled low, realizing for the first time that--- maybe I wouldn’t lose everything. Maybe--- “These people here, the Tarterus Pack,” I continued, gesturing with my hands at the still-developing pack. A pack, I realized, I was extremely proud of. They worked hard for what they had. They took responsibility for their mistakes. And they moved forward as one... “None of them are saints, but I believe in every single one of them,” I confessed, not even realizing that for the first time in my life, I actually felt part of a pack.

It was the subtlest of moments, but their action spoke volumes. "This bullsh*t with our packs has gone on long enough," Blayze continued. "It's kept us focused on this stupid feud and blinded us to what's really important." "What are you saying?" Bonnie asked. "That we need each other. With outside forces threatening us, it's more important now than ever that we stand together. I'm willing to put our differences aside for the sake of our packs. That is if you are." That's when I realized that a silence had fallen over the bar. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch this moment.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this about living breathing werewolves, but you can’t sell someone else’s property. That’s theft.” The noise in the room wanes as we let Tyree’s words hang in the air. I hug myself, trying to find any comfort, but there aren’t any. Packs can sell their pack members at will? The thought is chilling. Knowing Randall is making a financial killing off of it is nauseating.

"I thought this was supposed to be a secret, isolated thing. Like, a village in the middle of nowhere." ​A flicker of genuine pride crossed Ethan's face. "The days of savage packs hiding in caves are long gone, Ruby. We are not some isolated tribe. This is a sovereign territory. It's modern, highly secured, and self-sufficient. Every person you see here is a wolf, members of my Pack. They are doctors, teachers, engineers, and business owners."

I got the information from my source that the next target would be the pack that has at least 300 members and only three packs are there that have that much capacity of people. The three packs are the Midnight pack, Moon Shine pack, and Blue Moon pack. One of them is my neighbor's pack Midnight Pack and I am concerned about my pack I am the ally I need to be ready to fight with them if required. But nothing is a concern to them as they were smaller packs. It is the life we are talking about how can they have no fear of their Pack they could be their next target. I can not hear more bullshit about ' Everything is fine with your reign.' which is unjustified if I could be a judge.

And in the silence, I feel like I'm running mad. Because I've thought about it and it simply makes no sense. What could the Redstone pack, the pack of immense ridiculous wealth, want with a pack like mine, so bad that they wanted to use the Night pack to get it…. and when that failed, now makes him push to strip small packs of their autonomy? Each pack has the right to make decisions for themselves, and I don't know if Alpha Caius will be successful in taking that power away from us, but it makes me wonder, is there something in my pack he wants?

I guess we are, in a way. “You know they are right. We have formed our own pack.” Reece says. “Yeah, and our pack could take over all the other packs. Considering who the alphas are.” I point out. “At least no one will fuck with our pack,” Donte adds.

Of course, their origin story was something that only the pack knew, but I had a handful of knowledge about them. Say one: they were poor. They used most of their incomes to get themselves more equipped for battle. They destroyed packs, they killed people, and instead of acquiring reasonable things, they went for the temporary ones. None of them were farmers, traders, nor business owners; they were killers, savages, and they were a close-knit pack.