Dakota Laden Age Novels & Stories

“How do you know this? Munchkin?” “The Blue Lady… And our shared gift… However, Dakota finding her mates at the age of 19 will depend on what you do in the coming weeks and that you of course defeat the Demon Kastrath.” This throws me a little, that the Moon Goddess would have allowed him to see or has told him of this possible future. One future that I hope will happen, is my daughters growing up and being able to have mates and then pups both male and female of their own.

That happiness, and it sure as hell ain’t in this palace. My finger traces the art on his skin, and I realize Dumbo has something very similar. Is this another cousin? A brother? My mind is still humming, and I realize I’m staring at myself. The person I know is inside me still. Yet she looks so different in a sleeveless shirt and shorts. Mud covers her arms and legs both. I pull the page so hard to turn it, I nearly rip it out. “Dakota of Misty Glen. Father is Alpha Braden, mother is Luna Alice. Age: 16, unmated.”

Brita finally opened her mouth and the mood I was in, had me wanting to slap her smile off her face. “Oh, I'm aware. My mother leaving this pack made me more than informed of what a mate bond can do,” I added, and intended for it to be directed towards her. “Willow,” my father warned, but I ignored him and focused back onto Dakota, who was holding on to Evan. “It's been a year since you turned eighteen, Dakota. Isn't that long enough to know for certain that someone is your mate?” I asked her. “We didn't know what we were feeling at first,” Dakota stumbled over her words. “We are young. We didn't understand what our wolves needed.”

She would be devastated if she was to see me in this shape. Dakota was the only person in this big pack that genuinely cared about me. While others pretended to care, Dakota really loved me. Dakota was the oldest doctor in the pack and she found me when I was a baby, raised me as her own, and has always helped me until she retired some years ago. “Answer me, stubborn child.” Dakota’s shaky voice came again. I knew it was only a matter of time before her old nose perceived my stench, agony, and will to die and that killed me even faster than the pain my mate inflicted on me by sleeping with another woman without breaking off our useless mate bond.

, he stated. “How old were you then?” “Just fifty. I was quit young, wasn't I?” “Young? You were old enough to be a grandpa!” “Haha, I wish that was how it worked. But in our world, we live way longer and don't age much. Camper's father got his first grey hair at seven hundred”. “Wow. So I'm speaking with a hundred and four year old? Man, you're old!” Dakar laughed. “Lycans live longer than that”, he whispered and got on his feet.

Alpha Kayden had been sworn in just last month when he turned twenty-one. When I was young, my adoptive dad had high hopes for me. I often accompanied him to the training grounds, where I did everything boys and girls my age did to excel. The two best-trained warriors among us were selected at the age of sixteen to become Etas. They were the fiercest and most skilled warriors of the pack, and I aspired to be one of them.

He finishes with a stiffened expression. Nadia rolls her eyes. "You'll find your mate." She states with confidence. It was enough to make Dakota feel better. He was twenty-four with no found mate yet. He’s visited other territories at mate gatherings but Dakota was only a mere wallflower. He internally did want to find his mate, but wanted to put his pack first. As the biggest and most advanced pack in the western region, he needed to build a defense, offense, and everything in between to protect his people.

Wiping my blurred eyes, I muster a forced smile of fake interest, trying to appear grateful towards my caring and thoughtful hosts, despite my looming worry regarding Ash and the girls. “Why don’t you take a look at this, hm? Mato and Raven went out and picked up some stuff for you yesterday,” Dakota carries the lumbering bags effortlessly over despite their heavy appearance, spinning around on her bare feet before gracefully skipping back towards the bed, “Maybe they’ll help take your mind off of things, hm?” she places the lumbering parcels before me while rubbing her hands—looking overly eager for me to dive in.

Dakota stood hesitantly at the doorway while Elder Timothy took a puff from his cigar, his eyes fixed on her. "Meet Dakota, my mate," I said to the elder. "Dakota, this is Elder Timothy." The old man took her hand, and his expression softened as he observed her. "She's nervous, isn't she? Her hands are shaking," he said to me, and I replied with a nod. "Come with me," Elder Timothy said, leading us to his training den. "He has been training young werewolves for over 40 years," I whispered to Dakota loud enough for the Elder to hear.

I eye them, wondering who was going to break the ice first, and my bet is on Dakota - and I’m correct. “Ayden, this is Dylan.” She says with her head held high and hands laced with her son’s. Ayden’s eyes narrow at this, the confused frown deepening. It takes him a few seconds, and I can literally see the wheels spinning in his head and when it all falls into place. “How old is he?” “He turned fifteen in January,”