Leader Of The Pack Book Novels & Stories

"Is your pack, your brothers and sisters" "No, no…" Logan said shaking his head. "This isn't right. What you do isn't right and I will never have a hand in it! Ever!" He growled. "Hmm, you think you have a choice?" Twain chuckled. "Yes, I do. I'm the Alpha King! And I—" "You're nothing without your pack and the kingship you so much desire is being occupied by someone else, the Alpha. We can help you get it, it's yours, he got his own pack and you will never beat them"

I was about to ask about getting some new clothes but he must have been busy to leave so quickly. I don’t know much about The Eclipse pack. Everyone kept themselves to themselves and when meetings are held, all other non-ranking pack members were prohibited from entering the pack house. I am the exception. Even though I was an Omega and technically a ranking member, I have not yet been accepted into the pack.

“Why would you? I mean, what have I done for you to respect me. I’ve snoozed my way through the last three years and slept around far too much to be ignored. That doesn’t exactly scream respectable.” I laughed. “Byron, your pack looks to you because you are a worthy leader. Though I don’t particularly like it, my pack looks to you too. I don’t care about grades; I care that my pack is safe and protected. That is what’s important. The other girls…”

Talia’s POV I sat in the quiet garden, the last of the day’s sunlight soft against my shoulders. A pack management book rested in my lap. Solon had recommended it, insisting it would sharpen my leadership skills. “I have enough leadership skills as a Luna,” I told him. “Yes, to a pack that used you as an event planner. This is different. Just read the book, Talia,” Solon stated, ruffling my hair. “Fine,” I pouted.

“You did? Did you like reading though?” “Calm down,” I coerced. “When I said read books, I wasn't talking about the girly types you all get. Not the romance, horror, thriller, or fantasy stuff. I'm talking about Pack books. I was made to read books that talked about leadership as an Alpha.” She pouted. “That sucks.” “Not exactly,” I said. She frowned. “Then crack a smile when you talk about it. You look depressed.” “It's like a kind of torture,” he said. “And I don't like reading. I mean, who likes doing what they're forced to? Growing up, I had to lead by example. It was hard at a young age but I had to do it.”

"Please, tell me who volunteered." Ronan flicked his hand away, ice in his eyes. "My brave sister. Elara." The second her name hit the air, all three of them froze. Their minds went blank. Their blood turned to ice. They didn't care who stared. They spun and bolted, bodies blurring as they shifted in an instant. Black, gray, and brown fur exploded into the sunlight. Massive wolves hit the ground on all fours and tore toward the Pack border at terrifying speed. Only one thought hammered through them.

I allowed Piper to take the lead as I wanted the pack to be able to ask her things directly. Whether they liked it or not, Piper was going to be their leader. It may take a little time but they were eventually going to have to trust her. For now, I'll allow them to move at their own pace as they seem to be calming down. I'm confident after a few days once they've been able to be around her they'll come around. Getting this book opened up will be another help to all of this, not just for the entire pack but for all of us involved.

"No one moves unless I give the order." Alpha Chen, the leader of the pacific pack, stepped forward from the enemy lines, flanked by the two other unrighteous pack leaders, who had sworn loyalty to me. Their expressions ranged from smug satisfaction to barely contained rage. Behind them, I recognized faces of the smaller pack alphas who would never have had the guts to breathe the same air as me, a few months ago. Now, they waved the flag of the queen, like her little puppies. Traitors. All of them.

Stay tuned for Book Two, The Pack’s Triquetra! ** Please Note: a change was made at this point of the storyline in order to show the Triquetra's perspective and to keep book lengths managable **

August didn’t answer directly, but he stepped back and walked into the room. Heath followed, closing the door behind him. The room was bare of personal effects. Not even a dish showed sign of use. It was as empty and neutral as a hotel room. There was no indication of his arrival having interrupted August in any activity, and Heath wondered how the pack leader was spending his time. The absence of anything was suspicious, Heath decided. “My mates and I are relieving Greg and his Triquetra,” Heath replied. “I came to see if your needs were being met.”