Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

Ellie looked at Jake with wide eyes, then looked over at Sam, Meredith, and Firash. They all three nodded, "Yeah, we were there, too." Sam confirmed. Jake continued, "Hundreds of years ago, the wolf packs in North America were ruled by a royal dynasty. You've probably heard about the dynasty, the House Cantarium. The heir to the dynasty ruled as the head of the alphas, keeping the peace and uniting warriors against evil forces. Much like a family, there was still fighting between packs, but wars were won when all of the wolf packs were able to join forces together and fight as one. We were a formidable force." Jake paused and looked around at each person in the room, taking a deep breath as

Morgan flipped back one page at a time, and when Aria saw the picture of the wolf pelt she slammed her paw on the page before he could pass it. There, what is this? Morgan began to read: Wolf charmers have been essential in the creating of the Highland Kingdom. Infiltrating wolf packs, they have been able to gain control of the headship and direct the pack into clearing villages and destroying armies in times of war. The wolves were able to stealthily invade areas without blame to a human commander since the leader would disguise as a wolf himself. This way of attack has proven valuable but must only be used sparingly lest our tactics become used by other kingdoms.

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

If not, people would be perplexed as to why a patient would lose red fur, thus she prayed that whoever washed the linens was a lupus garous. Rushing in, Darien and Trevor first noticed the mess Ritka had created on the floor before turning to look at Lelandi, the extraordinary sleepy red wolf. Darien muttered under his breath, “Odin’s wounds, she’s a royal.” “Hell, Darien, she’ll have a whole bunch of suitors if the word gets out. She ought to be at the veterinarian, though, if she’s going to shape-shift without warning, Trevor said. Silva entered the room.

Arthur was in the cage listening to the noise, their prompting footsteps, the memory of the day his wolf family was murdered. On the day that the man in white armor appeared, the moonlight was also very round and huge, but red like blood. That night, in order to protect the territory, protect the young wolves and Arthur, nearly all the adult wolves were stabbed to death under cold-blooded spears and swords.

They wanted to break away from the royal consulate because they claim the king had neglected them. Lukas and a few warriors had gone there earlier in the month for diplomatic negotiations but they only met aggressive resistance and hate. It was obvious they were gearing for war and he will give it to them. The royalty was instituted by the goddess herself as a way to manage the multitude of wolves on her behalf. All the kings, both past and present had been charged with the instruction to never let the packs breakaway, no matter what it takes. He was still in that state when a sweet smell permeated the entire room...as usual. He need not be told that his mate was close by somewhere, it both

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

The werewolf warned Leah. "Wait a minute! What's your name?" interrupted Leah. She held the man back for a moment. The man turned his head as Leah's hand grabbed him. Oops! Leah hurriedly released her grip. She didn't want him to misunderstand her. "Jack," the man told Leah. "Jack, nice name too," Leah replied with a murmur. "By the way, is your leader a werewolf too?" she asked curiously. Jack glanced at Leah somewhat irritated by her stupid question. "Alpha is our leader here. Including the king in our kingdom. Do you understand?"

They kept yelling at each other about how weak I was and how I was unfit to be the queen of the entire werewolf clan. I didn't even want the mantle of leadership; all I wanted was a normal life, which seemed impossible to obtain. They continued to use hurtful words to describe me; one of them referred to me as a "pulp" as if I were not twenty-three years old, while others referred to me as "weak," and they all refused to reason with King Adrien. For all they know, I was a disgrace to werewolves everywhere and should not be crowned. "You should reject that weakling and pray to the moon goddess to mate you with someone strong enough to handle the entire fucking werewolf clan," someone yelled,