Alpha Markus And Celeste Novels & Stories

Alpha Rowan stared at his mate as if he had never seen her before. Mara laughed once, harsh and humorless. “There it is.” Celeste turned on her. “You do not belong in the Alpha line.” The words rang through the hall. Not hidden now. Not dressed as concern or tradition. Truth, ugly and bare. Mara stepped forward, burned throat and all. “Then beat me in the arena.” Celeste’s lips curled. “You are a border wolf.” “I am a Silver Moon wolf.” The hall went silent. That was the sentence that mattered.

“Nah. I know what I am doing. But arrogance or not, you have yet to deliver what you promised. If you fail to tip the scales before the day of destruction, your powers and your plans will mean nothing.” Damon’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing. He couldn’t afford to lose focus now. “The scales will tip,” he growled, his tone deadly. “And when they do, the universe will tremble under our combined might.” Though Damon had never seen the Dark Alpha’s face—just as no one else had—he knew enough. He knew the Dark Alpha’s goals were as twisted and ambitious as his own. Their partnership was born out of necessity, not trust, but for now, it served its purpose. The ancient wolf was the key to Damon’s

I had no time for the banter, I was grateful Damian was my spokesman. It was six weeks since we returned from the Dark Moon pack. Marcel's remains were left behind to be eaten by worms, as he rightfully deserved. Marcel had come to me, years ago to seek refuge from the same Shaiza whom he had teamed up with to destroy me. I had given him my home, food, everything he wanted. My father when he was still the Alpha fought alongside him to recover his pack. I was beyond raged when I had gotten news afterwards that he had sworn allegiance with Shaiza, and fled my Palace. Shortly after my father was murdered.

“Hello, Omega.” Malcolm sneers down at me, licking his lips. “I have a name,” I hiss. “Yeah, yeah, and you want us all to call you Luna, too. I remember. But that’s all over now. Your Alpha is about to lose his place, and then you’ll be nothing but a foolish Omega who thought she was better than she was.” “What’s going on?” I look between Malcolm and the Rogers Lake Alpha, my head spinning. “Where’s Caleb? Is he okay?”

“I’ve got the perfect thing. You want to hear it?” “Then get on with it,” I snapped, slamming my hands on the edge of her desk. “I need Mikaela put in her place, NOW.” Celeste didn’t flinch. She never did. She just steepled her fingers, her sly little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You’re focusing too much on Ryan,” she said smoothly. “But the Alpha isn’t the only one who matters. The pack does. If they side with Mikaela, you lose. If they see her as an embarrassment…” She tilted her head, voice low, “…you win.”

“We were just talking about the harvest festivals.” I followed Sylvester over, trying to put on a friendly face. The table was full of important-looking people, all of whom seemed genuinely interested in getting to know us… or me rather because Sylvester was used to this gathering. “This is Luna Selene,” Sylvester said, his hand finding the small of my back. “Lovely to meet you,” said Alpha Marcus. “We’ve heard wonderful things about the Moonveil pack.” His eyes flicked between us, with a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t believe you found a mate, Sylvester…and such a beautiful one at that.”

I have already failed Caleb this week, there is no way on Earth that I will embarrass him as well. “So, I received an updated list of the people attending. Most will be here roughly four days, although I have known Alpha Marcus to stay longer if he is having a good time. Unfortunately, almost everyone on this list does have a Luna. The only two that do not are Alpha Cole, and Alpha Axle.” “Who is Alpha Axle?” I had not heard him mentioned before now, and I am genuinely curious.

I felt the sting of Bethel’s belt on my back as if it happened a few minutes ago. My teeth gnashed as I pulled on a clean black shirt, the stiff material of the cloth brushing against open injuries. “I’ll talk to him,” my best friend vowed. I turned to her with a sharp glare. “Don’t you dare.” Celeste didn’t understand what I went through in this pack. As the beta’s daughter, everyone loved and adored her. She had pretty strawberry blonde hair and large, expressive hazel eyes. She was a beta, like her parents. Her parents never tried usurping the alpha. The only blemish on her person was her friendship with me.

I snort, looking at the beads of sweat on his forehead. “We suck as alphas, don’t we?” Axel shakes his head. “Addressing our pack shouldn’t be this hard.” “It’s not because we’re addressing the crowd,” I sigh. “It’s because we have shitty news.” I clear my throat and step up to the microphone. “Members of Constantine,” I start. “It pains me to address you today. Axel and I lost someone very special to us yesterday. Our mate, Alice, died giving birth. But while we are mourning her loss, we are also celebrating the arrival of two healthy twin pups.”

Daunte said. "Pleasure to meet you, Alpha Markus," I replied coldly, extending my hand to him. "Good to meet you as well, Alpha Hector; this is my mate, Luna Helen," Alpha Markus said, gesturing to the five-foot-five woman beside him. "Luna Helen, it's a pleasure to meet you. This is Jonathan, my Beta," I said, gesturing to Jonathan. "Beta Jonathan, nice to meet you," Alpha Markus replied, then added, "Where's your beautiful mate? I hear she's easy on the eyes."