Dark Deception Mama Bear Novels & Stories

The doubts clawed at my mind, taunting me with the possibility that I had been deceived, that my compassion had been misplaced. But the tangled web of secrets did not end there. The eavesdropped conversation between Alpha Weston's mother and a mysterious figure shrouded in shadows echoed through my thoughts. The revelation of a spell cast upon her own son, a spell whose purpose remained a haunting mystery, twisted my perception of the world around me. How deep did the darkness run? What other secrets were concealed within the walls of our pack?

"Think about the timeline yourself. You and Lanka Monroe have been completely secretive about his heat cycles, and then he suddenly runs off to the outer territories under the guise of pack training. Now I bring him the sacred pregnancy broths, and he dumps them in the dirt. I find out he is shifting into his beast form to run with rogue packs, putting the pup at risk. With all those deceptive maneuvers, can you blame me for wanting to pierce his skin to verify the lineage? I refuse to let an omega pull the wool over your eyes. In the medical wing today, he screamed it himself that the pup does not carry your true alpha spark." "Mother, what actually rots your brain?" I growl, my claws gougi

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

“Me? Hiding? I’ve been honest with you since the beginning. You’re just too blind to realize what’s right in front of your face.” Jax’s patience snapped. “Then spell it out!” Morgana didn't even have time to respond before another voice broke out, a voice that could freeze anyone in their tracks. “Why don’t we ask the Moonbearer’s Guardians about the secrets they’ve been hiding?” A tall figure stepped out of the shadows, wearing black and a hood that concealed their face. The presence was more oppressive than the protectors, infused with a darkness even and a menace beyond.

“Gee...what a pity you're gonna have to return it all.“ The smile on Madam Rosanna's face vanished. “Again? Come on, you need to stop wasting opportunities. Those men out there are willing to pay whatever just for a night. One night, that's all they ask.“ Madam Rosanna was a 42-years old but younger-looking woman who ran El-sol. She was Spanish, red-haired, and a beauty. “I'm sorry, Madam Rosanna. But I'd rather shack-up with an imbecile than pleasure any of those men out there.“ Stacie was changed into her casual clothes and ready to leave. Madam Rosanna held her hand in an angry grip. “What's your problem, Stacie? You're a stripper. Whatever dignity you're trying to protect doesn't exist.

Slater quickly shushed her by pointing his gun in her direction. It wasn’t the recommended strategy, but it worked. “Shut up!” The girl whimpered, cowering back in the cell into the woman behind her. Matthew continued his scan. The fourth girl stood against the wall, her head back against the bricks as her lips moved quickly. He could hear her faintly, and it took a second before he made out the prayer for mercy she was chanting with her eyes closed. Mercy. “Macy Swan?” He asked, knowing from the picture he had studied that this was her, though they had done a hell of a job trying to hide her. Her black hair had been bleached blonde, and make-up was smeared across her face.

During their journey, he called Madam Mia so Dwayne could quickly hack her location source. Meanwhile… Raven had been wandering inside the old building searching for the two children. She had never seen a stone structure like this, standing in the middle of the forest. The walls were so tall that you couldn’t see the building from the outside. She knew this was the hideout of the Dark Secrets members led by her father. As a daughter, it hurt her to see her parents slowly consumed by evil. She would do everything to stop them. Carefully, she opened every room inside to rescue Amarah’s kids.

Dad wrapped his hot, burning fingers around mine, trying to sit up but falling back as his grip faltered, his arm dropping on the bed with a weak thud. "But it's almost impossible to steal from the wolves." A flicker of worry crossed Dad's expression, like he was scared of the next word he was about to say. "But... the problem is, Alpha Damien Remington... Alpha of the Darkclaws pack, is deadly. People who crossed him… don't always... come back." "So what do we do?" I asked, eyes fixed on Dad. "You should go, Rea." Mum suddenly turned at me, her stern tone causing a shiver down my spine while her face twisted into something furious and dark, something I hadn't seen before.

Within three breaths, her name is the number one search hit across the border lands. The territory's underground forums are howling with vicious messages. "Holy wolf moon! Did that video stream just d******d to my tablet? Amara’s mother is a feral stray!" "Amara always posts those videos showing his perfect, pure Alpha bloodline. Now his own mother is out in public acting like a common omega runner?" "Like mother, like pup. Was Amara’s whole high-ranking persona just a cheap illusion? The entire Western Pack has been conned!"

The omega I had dragged from the ashes of a border raid and thrown into the ranks of my new soldiers, thinking she was just another captive with a stubborn spine. She moved like she was born for it — like fighting was a kind of dance and everyone else was always off the beat. She also moved like she could gut a man and dance in his blood without losing the beat, but she was no goddess. Greybear didn’t smell anything of the sort on her. I didn’t let my expression shift. “She’s no daughter of gods. Just a wolf with too much mouth.” The one on the right smiled faintly, and for a heartbeat, I saw their teeth — far too many, thin and sharp. “The moon hides her children. Even from themselves.”