Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

But how the fuck was I supposed to name a mate from among these pitiful creatures without walking straight into yet another failure? But Ghere must have read my wave to proceed as the signal to begin the rite, because he stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ladies, I know the day has been difficult, but I assure you, you are safe here. The King Himself, Casimir Augustus Klane, is here to greet and assess you. Despite our, er, unconventional beginning, I hope you understand that it is a great honor to stand here today. The King of Wolves seeks a mate. A human mate. You alone have been selected from among your kind for his consideration.”

Important wolves from across the territories. The King sat on his throne. When he saw us enter, he stood. "Alpha Gray. Sacred Maiden Aurora," the King said. His voice boomed across the room. "Step forward." We walked to the centre of the room. Everyone was watching. I felt exposed. Nervous. "You both fought bravely against the Shadow Clan," the King said. "You protected not just your own pack, but all wolf clans from destruction." He stepped down from the throne. Approached us directly.

“Now? After all this time?” The King nods. “They don’t approach packs during war because if the packs that are feuding take each other out, then the Alpha council is the one to deal with the aftermath—crowning new Kings and keeping our species on the map. But now, they are intrigued at the prospect of meeting you and talking about the wolfless, who are not so wolfless now.” Bullshit. “We can’t stop looking for him.” “We won’t,” Raphael says, assuring me.

She steadied my teetering body. The scent she carried, that of a high-ranking wolf, once filled me with awe and comfort. Her eyes were reddened as she hugged and cried with me. She whispered in a volume only I could hear, mixed with the secret language of the werewolves. "Sas, my dear, I believe you. None of us would mistake Jordan's scent! That bastard, how dare he do this?"

The wolf kings of the third dynasty looked at the world they had inherited and found it lacking. Why, the histories record them asking, should creatures of blood and bone and ancient power share equal standing with people who spoke words and waved their hands? Why should the wolves, who had survived ice ages, who had fought and bled and built something from nothing across centuries, bow to witches? The answer they arrived at was that they should not. And so they stopped. I set the book down on the table. Sat back. I thought about the way Caden Walsh had looked at me on my eighteenth birthday.

--- The great hall was filled with wolves. They had come from every corner of the Dominion, from every pack, every family. They had come to celebrate their queen, to honor her victory, to share in her joy. The hall was decorated with flowers and banners, their colors bright and festive. The tables were laden with food and drink—roasted meats, fresh bread, sweet pastries, and flagons of ale and wine. The air was filled with laughter and music, the sound of wolves singing and dancing.

“Then perhaps you should start appreciating my good timing.” I had no patience for her games. “What do you want?” Her expression changed, she looked serious. “Rowan is gathering more than just Alphas.” A cold feeling settled “What does that mean?” She looked toward the mountains. “Some of the ancient rulers have answered his call.” Lucan frowned. “Ancient rulers?” Ilyas looked back at us. “Alpha Kings.” The courtyard fell silent. Even Orion stopped moving. But most wolves believed the Alpha Kings were nothing more than legends.

My father told me about wolves like him. He…Is The wolf king, the one who killed my father. I can't win this. I know it He knows it. Everyone here knows it. This is what the general was protecting everyone from. And for the first time since I left the gates. I regretted everything.

The two symbols pulsed together. The ancient wolves growled. Not in aggression. In recognition. Then one of them spoke. "The heir." Another answered. "Two bloods." A third lowered its head. "One throne." My heart pounded. Kael stepped in front of me. "No throne." The wolves looked at him. Kael's voice became cold. "My child will not belong to a throne." The largest ancient wolf raised its head. "Then the First King must surrender." Kael frowned. "Surrender what?"

“I don’t have time for the she-wolf right now, like I told you. We’ve barely spoken.” They exchange looks. “You haven’t claimed her yet?” Elder Mark asks. “No. I have not.” I can see the frustration build on their faces as the frowns grow deeper. “Alpha, it’s imperative that you claim her!” Elder Rose says. “The prophecy—” “I won’t marry her just because of some ridiculous prophecy!” I shout, losing control of my temper. “I am the Alpha of this pack. While I value all of your input, I won’t be forced to do this just because some witch told you I needed to. It’s my life, my pack, and my future Luna. None of which any of you have control over.”