Born To Be Different Series Novels & Stories

Derek growled. " My daughter is not a bitch. And yes, she is a special born. " Katrina replied . " I know that you ," she glanced at Nadia," must have wondered why you were not able to stand with Derek. " She smiled. " Well, the answer is because you are not a special born. " Nadia scoffed. " Is this some sort of discriminative statement or what? I don't get it. " " Not at all, young lady. " Katrina said. " It would have been possible had it been that Derek had no reason to lose his control. The only one that can withstand the rage if a special born is a special born. "

What the hell is going on? - I'm sorry, but in the meadow I did not see the difference between you. Brandon turned away guiltily. "What are you sorry for, I know I'm a monster." - No you did not understand. The point is different. You are identical in flesh to size. The difference is the color of the eyes, they turned red after treatment and the color of the coat. And the rest is like a carbon copy. Other lugarus are smaller than you. His words got me thinking.

Gia asked frowning. Gwen shrugged but smiled thereafter. "You build this forest with love and care from your own hands and that's how maybe it started. You know, we were born different. Our wolves are different from each other and the rest of the wolves. We could shift way before the others could so, you should've seen it coming. We really have an adventure ahead of us guys."

“And I understand why it feels like there’s no way out. We have all felt that way before, I motioned to Jerry, Rebecca and I. I raised my hand slightly, holding his gaze.“But you’re wrong.” His brows furrowed faintly, confusion settling on his face. “Because there is a way out,” I continued. “You just haven’t seen it yet.” He wiped his face quickly with his sleeve, still staring at me. “I… I don’t understand.” I leaned forward just enough for my words to sound as serious as I mean them. “My name is Patricia Allen,” I said. “And I want to change your life.”

Four Years Later. Dakota 'The past four years have not been all rainbows and flowers.' I think, as I look out of the big bay windows onto the arena, waiting for my mate to return. Our twins were born a month after we made up, and it was not an easy birth for me, although Werewolves are not supposed to have complications, I did. Our baby boys are built like their Papa, and I am only small, so I struggled for a couple of hours to birth them myself. Then my Obstetrician decided he needed to perform an emergency C-section, and I was very grateful to him for making that decision. Our sons, Dante and Dominic, are identical in almost every way, but there is one difference. Dante has his father's c

"See? Our pup's adorable!" A mottled-furred pup blinked up at him. Right on cue, James gasped like he deserved an award. "Wh-What is this? Avril! You DARE betray me?!" His roar blew the doors wide open—wolves flooded in. Seconds later, the birthing suite was packed wall to wall. Camilla barreled in first. The second she saw the pup's fur, she lost it. "Moon Goddess! You filthy bitch!" she shrieked. "You TAINTED my son's bloodline? James gave up EVERYTHING to be with you—a Silverlune white wolf! Was that not enough? You went and spread your legs for some OUTSIDER?"

Dozens of expressions changed over her face. “So after he is born in a new body, his human counterpart is left without his parents, and Alaric’s last host becomes his father, and his last mate…” “Right. If she is still alive, she becomes his mother.” I helped her finish. “It is sick, yes, but the good part is that they are always so relieved to be rid of him that they never see each other again.” She opened her mouth. Closed it. Tried again. Still nothing.

she said. "Lie down?" I snarled, voice rough and unsteady. "Tell me what the hell is wrong with me. Right now." She exchanged a quick glance with the nurse behind her before speaking. "You experienced a rare second differentiation. Your body shifted from Alpha to Omega. The markers are undeniable." I stared at her, the words refusing to settle. "You're wrong. Run every goddamn test again. I was born an Alpha. Trained to lead. My family’s empire rests on that strength. This can’t be real."

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

The doors opened to reveal a room filled with flickering monitors, all showing a single, terrifying image: A biological cradle, waiting for a host. And standing in the center of the room, holding a surgical laser, was a man who looked exactly like Dante, but with eyes of burning violet. The Prototype. The Firstborn. "Welcome home, little brother," the Firstborn said, his voice a perfect, melodic chime of madness. "I’ve been waiting for the blood to arrive. Shall we begin the transfer, or do I have to take the child from her while you watch?" Is the Firstborn a loyal tool of Arthur St. Claire, or does he have his own obsessive designs on the "Natural Born" heir—and can Dante protect Ivy from