Jessica Hall Werewolf Books In Order Novels & Stories

^^^^^ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello everyone! It has been a journey, and I am very thankful for the support! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I love writing this! Alpha Ace and Kira’s story is one of my favorites, and I treasure them the most. If you want to continue reading my werewolf books, here is the order. Book 1: Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid Book 2: Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate Book 3: Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress

A deep, dangerous laugh that echoed through the warehouse. One surviving warrior quickly transforms into werewolf and lunges at us. My expression darkened instantly. Without even looking, Jessica picked up the same metal pipe and threw it directly at the wolf head. Thanks. The wolf collapsed again. I stared at her. Jessica shrugged. “I was handling it.” My wolf practically purred. “My fierce little mate,” I murmured before kissing her forehead. Behind them, the warriors silently decided never to underestimate a human again. “ Lukas, she is evil.” Rose broke us from our kisses. I growled in anger.

Tasha said, pointing not so subtly. Jessica had to slap her hand before any of them actually caught her obviously indicating and saying something unpleasant about them. “Oh, and he is definitely not your - stop hitting my hand!” “Stop pointing!” “Then how are you going to know who I’m talking about?” “Just like use your eyes or head or something.” “But there are so many you could misunderstand.” “It doesn’t matter because I…” Jessica trailed off as her wolf instincts jolted. That fragrance from earlier was back. As she had suspected, the other Alpha came into view and… Jessica swallowed.

She felt a sense of unease wash over her, knowing that the rogue werewolves could lurk anywhere. Suddenly, she heard a piercing howl from the direction in which Lucas had disappeared. She tensed, gripping her silver knife tightly in her hand. The next few moments were a blur of motion and sound. Jessica saw Lucas battling with several rogue werewolves, his movements swift and deadly. She saw the other members of the pack joining the fray, their howls echoing through the night. Jessica sprang into action, leaping towards a rogue werewolf that had strayed too close. She swung her silver knife with all her strength, feeling the blade connect with the werewolf's flesh.

A full moon was glowing above Kyle, making the trees that lined Vivian’s suburban street look like skeleton silhouettes. He licked the dried blood off his lips, savoring his delicious kill, recalling Vivian’s expression of fear and terror. It sustained him. She would, he resolved, be the first of many, the first victim in the vampire army he was about to build. The high school. That would be next. He had a burning desire to find the girl who’d turned him—Scarlet. Perhaps she would be there—or someone would who knew where she was.

I knew Onyx was at the forefront but I needed her to understand there was no future for me and her. “WHAT! YOU’RE LYING; YOU HAVEN’T FOUND YOUR OTHER HALF MATE THAT ‘S IMPOSSIBLE. IS SHE A WOLF FROM THIS PACK? I SWEAR I WILL KILL HER BLAZE! WHO THE HELL IS SHE?” Jessica yelled, crying hysterically. “She isn’t from this pack she isn’t from any pack.” I said, stopping before I gave her too much information. Shit! The look on her face says I already said too much. I saw rage replace pain and her wolf came full force. “It’s that fat bitch isn’t it? I knew it! Every time she came around you would become distant. I can’t believe this; you really think she’s your mate. I will kill her, you’re my

Jessa was still waiting for her sister to return, but she never did. She was obsessed with the whole demon queen thing and being her big sister, Jessa couldn't help but blame herself. Yet, having to help Lily with her training made her wish her little sister was here to aid, not that having the alpha almost tear her throat when Lily was attacked by some feral werewolf was scary enough. On one of their trips to the camping ground yesterday, when Jessa left the luna alone to take some snacks, Lily was attacked by a feral wolf, which resulted in her being wounded all over.

Her eyes shone with passion, her hands moving with a grace that belied the strength and intelligence that resided within her. Draven couldn't help but smile. He had known Jessica since she first came into the pack, a fragile and wolfless girl who had been brought to the Blood Moon Pack by her parents. Her inability to transform into a wolf had made her an outcast in many packs, but Draven had seen her true strength, her unwavering spirit, and her brilliant mind. He had fallen deeply in love with her, and she had been the one constant source of light in his dark, tormented world.

The face of every wolf who had mocked me turned deathly pale. They finally understood the magnitude of their mistake. The laughter, the sneers, the venomous words—all of it had been an insult to the Vampire Prince’s mate. The same wolves who had accused me of ruining the truce were now gripped by a suffocating panic. In the dead silence, a side door to the ballroom suddenly opened. A she-wolf in heavy makeup walked in. She had clearly just come from another party, completely oblivious to the situation.

The other wolf had her in his sights, and he suddenly burst into a sprint, right for her. Scarlet turned and ran, knowing, even as she did, that it was useless. She barely got a few feet when she felt the first clawing on her back. It was long, and razor-sharp, and it struck her with such speed, that she felt it slicing open her skin. It tore right through her clothing, and across her shoulder blade, and the force of it sent her flying, face first, to the ground.