Abigail Wolf Novels & Stories

Abigail Elle was a genius, barely in her twenties, and had already finished both high school and university ahead of her peers. She was such a prodigy a director at the company had scouted her right after graduation. According to the information in the file, Elle had been the unsung hero behind many of the successful deals that Conrad had closed. She’d done all the heavy lifting, and then Conrad would swoop in at the last minute, taking the credit, making sure his name was the one attached to everything. She was the one behind half of the Remington Group’s successful mergers this quarter, if the internal reports Roxy gave me were anything to go by. The workhorse behind Conrad’s polished triu

Abigail cleared her throat and went on to narrate her history with Marcel, from his donation of sperm to the fact that she indeed paid him to be her husband, and did not leave out the part that she's now in love with him. To Abigail's surprised her grandmother remained calm through out her confessions, she knew her grandmother being so calm was definitely not a good sign. "Okay.. I have heard everything you have to say. I'm sure you do know that the executives board members are calling for a board meeting, topic of the day; Abigail’s Weston dismissal." Abigail stood up on her feet abruptly, "No! They can't do that. I practically saved that company from the ruins my father left it in. I made

"I'm your dog!" At Rhena's words, Abigail's laughter bubbled up. The woman seemed satisfied with her current work. "Take care of this woman until Alpha and Beta Esther arrive. Remember, don't let go!" Without waiting for a response from the two omegas, Abigail walked out of the old warehouse. Her steps went straight to the battle ground she had left behind. Her gaze swept across the Castle's messy front lawn. The green grass had turned red from the blood the opposing wolves had spilled.

Just then, Kayla walked downstairs and the oldest council member, Alpha Sial, begins, "Okay. Let's get started. First, we need to let you and Kayla know that you two are not the ones on trial here. Everything you tell us will be held in extreme confidence. If any of us, including Alpha Damien, reveals any information you give us to anyone outside of this council, we can be put to death. That is how seriously we take our job" Kayla and I nod, and he continues, "You have already shown that you, Kayla, are a special wolf, but what about you, Abby?" I replied, "My wolf is a special wolf," then Kayla has to add, "She's more special than me! She is a direct descendent of the Moon Goddess. I am ass

Leashed at her feet was the Ambbuttador to Wolve Empire: the werewolve who’d once belonged to mother. The Ambbuttador was barely more than a teenager and a pretty Alpha with neat strawberry blond hair. Just like last time, he was dressed in only a pair of panties, although for variety now they were pink silk. Yep, Isabella respected the ambbuttadorial position. I knew that she wouldn’t believe me, but her mistake was to think that she could continue to treat the wolves with such disrespect without consequences. She was terrified of them and yet didn’t know how to do more than shame or hurt them.

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s.

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What happened at the Frostmoon Plains spread quickly through the werewolf world. Everyone heard that there was a daughter in the Blackthorn pack who was born with extraordinary talent, yet her entire family despised her. She was even nearly left to die in the basement. When she left for the Neutral Zone, she trained herself tirelessly until she became the most skilled hunter, as well as the most beautiful and formidable white wolf in the snow. Rumors like that traveled faster than any hunting tale.

Clara felt like she stepped into a time warp. "Since you're a...new wolf you will be at the bottom," Roxy said. "Sorry about that, but maybe someday a solider will take interest in you, then you could move up." "Or you could get pregnant," Nicole added. "Yeah!" Roxy didn't hide her excitement. "When you're pregnant and have a young kid the Alpha takes pity on you, but unless the father is someone important once your kid is a teenager you lose the respect again." Clara's mouth hung open. She had a Master's degree in art preservation. These women seemed to think getting pregnant was a respectable way to get ahead.

On Abigail, the woman who never smiled at men, never softened for anyone, not even us Alphas. “She’s amazing, Alpha,” she said. Voice steady but bright. “Many other warriors are begging to join her team. I’ve never seen a woman with no wolf do what she’s doing.” I looked up at her. Abigail didn’t grin. Not ever. She’d been through hell before she came to us, betrayed, sold, clawed her way out. She didn’t trust easy. Didn’t like people. Especially men. But Viv? Viv had earned something from her.