Lauren Kain Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

He won’t see me but the guards might. I’m not Rose, I’m Winter, the soon to be Luna of he Tyson pack. I have nothing to be scared of. I quit my pacing and lie back down on the bed. Am I truly going to stare at the ceiling until he arrives? I better go find something to busy myself with. Aunt Hyacinth tells me to enjoy all the free time I can because the moment I become Luna, there will be no such thing but how can I enjoy it when there’s absolutely nothing to enjoy.

“It’s so…” “Girly?” Elaina asked sweetly. Chase nodded. “If you haven’t noticed I am a girl.” “I know that, but I kind of pictured you having a room with black walls, red floors, black bed stuff, weapons all around. I can’t really see you in this.” Chase continued irking Elaina’s last nerve. “You don’t know anything about me, maybe I enjoy the color pink and fluffy things.” Elaina snapped. “Maybe I still have an imaginary friend who happens to be a unicorn and this unicorn pukes up rainbows and only eats laughter and smiles.”

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money. I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me. The door clicked open. Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pants, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, her sharp eyes scanning the room before they finally landed on me. "Julian," she whispered, her voice rough. "You shouldn't have called me here. If Serena wakes up–"

I whispered, my voice low but sharp as a blade. She pushed against me, desperate to break free. Every movement only made me hold tighter, the fire in her fueling something wild inside me. Lauren wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t Allison Vance, the polished model whose only concerns were runways and socialite parties. She wasn’t Rebekah Stuart, the actress who clung to me for the headlines, desperate to stay relevant. She wasn’t Herlene Winscoim, the heiress who thought her money made her untouchable.