Apollo Parents Novels & Stories

It had just begun. How could he be mine? Damian Wolfe. The Alpha's son. The future of the pack. The same boy who walked through the world like it owed him something and somehow always gave it. I remembered him standing by the fire, gold Alpha mark glowing under his collar, laughter spilling from his mouth like power itself. The whole world tilted around him, and he didn’t even notice. He was everything I wasn’t. And he had never noticed me.

DOMINIC The laptop screen flickered, casting a cold, blue glow over the dark mahogany of my desk. On the other side of the high-speed connection sat three men and two women—the Council of Alphas. They were the old guard, the keepers of the High Law, and they looked about as pleased to be talking to me as they would be if I’d dumped a crate of silver-tipped grenades in their laps.