Alpha Sigma Tau Prayer Novels & Stories

I clear my throat, “Thank you very much everyone for your warm cheers and for taking your time to gather here under the Tetrad Moon taking place in a few hours. While we wait I want everybody to have fun to the fullest, No wines or meats should be left untouched.” “Long live our Alpha,” They all hail me, I smile looking at the list of things that have to be done. I try not to remember how Auden and I sat down to put it together when we had gotten the reports from the Elders. He is supposed to stand beside me today, just like the rest of the Betas but he is not. I don’t feel bad nor do I miss him. It is what is best for us.

“Moon Goddess, I wish to say another prayer, but this time I want to thank you for pairing me with a mate who challenges me, but also understands me and loves me unconditionally. I should have believed in your judgment from the very beginning. Please continue to watch over my new family and all those who supported us today. I am forever grateful.” A comforting wind swarmed the ballroom, assuring the young female Alpha that her prayer had been heard.

“You dare to die? I’ll burn the entire Bloodmoon Pack to the ground!” My lips curved in a weak, bitter smile. “What will it take for you to let me go?” His chest heaved. A storm raged in his greenish-brown eyes—then, suddenly, he smiled. A smile so dark it chilled my blood. “Say you love me.” “In your dreams.” The air snapped like a breaking string. Richard stood, his voice cold as death. “Connect me to the global feeds.” His assistant paled. “Alpha, you don’t mean—”

This should be good. He clears his throat and gives me the most forced smile I have ever seen. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. He adds a huckleberry branch to the water. "As Alpha, you must place faith over fear. Trust the goddess' path place in front of you. Only those of an impure heart are tested; true faith is unyielding. May the Eld bloodline be guided by faith." OK, it wasn't as bad as I thought. He cuts his finger and my pack mark mixing our blood and outlining the mark as well. He steps back without giving me another look. Elder Elton steps forward.

"Alpha Graystone, with your permission, we've prepared the traditional Silvercrest blessing for your return." I glanced uncertainly at Jackson, who gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Of course," I said, hoping I wasn't agreeing to something beyond my current strength. Marcus gestured, and five others joined him, forming a circle around me. They each extended their right hands, palms facing inward. "By moon and star, by fang and claw," they chanted in unison, "we recognise the blood of Silvercrest, we honour the return of our Alpha, we pledge our loyalty freely given."

he said, his deep voice steady yet firm. My hands curled into fists. “Allegiance?” I echoed, my voice laced with defiance. His sharp gaze locked onto mine, daring me to argue. “Repeat after me.” I bit the inside of my cheek as he began. “I, Priscilla Hart—” I stiffened but forced the words out. “I, Priscilla Hart—” “—swear to stand beside my Alpha, to honour the ways of the pack, to protect and to rule as Luna with strength and wisdom.”

“Absolutely. That you’d link with us so freely, so immediately… it speaks volumes, Alpha. You have my respect. This cannot be easy for you.” I nodded once. “It’s not. But it’s right.” She nodded back. And then, we knelt. All of us. Thousands on the earth. Silent. Steady. The priestesses raised their voices, ancient and melodic, the chant wrapping around my bones. I repeated the words, vows of leadership, protection, unity.

Her heart flutters seeing the length he is willing to go to show her how much she means to him and her eyes coat with tears that she tries hard to keep from falling seeing how every eye in the temple shifts their focus to her. She snuggles closer to Tatum as if the yes of the people are going to harm her. “Step forward Alpha,” the priestess commands as one of her attendants comes forward with a tray that has a dagger placed on top. Tatum smiles at her before joining the priestess on the altar. She hands the dagger to Tatum, “let your blood find its blood, let your soul find its soul, let your spirit find its spirit. Let your bond be your link.”

But before he answers there is a private mindlink. ‘Carrie is in premature labor with the Alpha’s first born… We need all ranked members to the hospital.’ The doctor cuts the line and shuts his link line off before Leon can reply. “Well, I am not leaving this room without an answer. So you have 2 seconds to name the traitor, Talon.. I have the most powerful dark witch available on speed dial.. And my patience is running thin.” He takes a deep breath as he finishes, reeling in his anger even more. The self control of someone who should be losing his shit is extraordinary..