Diana Mackey Novels & Stories

Everyone stared at me. “ Macy Brooke, 23 years old, the Mate to Alpha Liam and the Luna of the Waterfall Pack. She is a businesswoman owns and runs her music school, Macy can play six different musical instruments and is a skillful baker,” Liam's POV I settled comfortably in my seat as I watched the women leaving the stage one after another after their mates had won the bid, it was finally Macy's turn. My wolf growled with jealousy as we noticed some unmated male wolves staring lustfully at her, the bid began, and a few of them announced their little change as a bid to dance with my beautiful mate I scoffed at their audacity.

Then I turned and walked out, fully aware our conversation just ended but this was just our beginning. An hour later, nothing else mattered except the words he said. A guard could be stripped and flogged to death for speaking those words to a King. I was in doubt if he could say it proudly because I was just like he said a ‘placeholder’ disguised as a Queen or maybe he wasn't a guard at all. It was infuriating. Did I want him to beg or prove him wrong? Make him suffer or make him proud. “Daciana! Daciana!” A squealing voice jolted me from the haze. My cousin Avery bounced into the room, curls bobbing as she clutched the folds of her dress. “Tell me everything! How did the tea party go?”

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

“Come back in three hours. I have several other jobs before yours, miss.” “Yes, yes, thank you.” And then she’d left to spend time in the mercantile, purchasing some dried meat and other items for the trip she'd have to make. The widow MacNeil that she’d lived with had died the month before. Diana had stayed there long enough and needed to move on, especially if Ragnar had learned she was there. After buying her stagecoach passage for Idaho, she returned to the smithy’s shop. He had already gone, but a note was left on a table with six silver bullets: 'for Diana MacNeil.'

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

I said, trying not to growl and give away my surprise. “Diana Fowler.” Even Charlie and Jack in the kitchen groaned. Diana was one of the humans who instinctively sensed the power of the wolves and was drawn to it. She seemed to pop up everywhere. She’d been with Cara the day before when I saw her in the hall. I should have known. “Diana Fowler wouldn’t know a subtle flirt if it bit her in the ass. I didn’t get ignored, trust me.” “Whatever,” Mack piped up. He’d been grinning all morning. I could scent the competitive challenge wafting off of him. “Cara’s not going to fall for your shit. I can’t wait to see you rolling on your back and baring your balls for nothing.”

While the second voice said, “Don't let it slide. Serve her a dose of her own medicine. Ask for the microphone and say ‘Just like my sister rightly said, it is every father's dream to raise successful children. I am Daisy Macklin, an award-winning writer with more than 14 published books. With 65 of my books ranked as best sellers, one-time nominee for the Costa Book Award. And this year, one of the books got me nominated for ( The Pulitzer Prize award), and just to name a few.” Joke on her, let the crowd count our successes and decide who is more successful.

A perfect fitted model. "You! What are you doing here?" Diana retorted. Alicia had glanced back at Sarah who stood some inches from her desk, a bit close to them, mouthing a "be careful". What did the woman mean what was she doing there? Was she blind to see her corporate attire? This was their second meet and she was fond of stirring up trouble. "I'm Michael PA." Diana had thrown her head backwards and flipped her long bone straight hair. She must have been really be spending a lot of money to make her hair look like that and smelling like heaven. It complimented her skin tone, beautifully.