Meghan March - Reading Order Novels & Stories

Maeve POV The double doors opened, and the spotlight was on us. There was a collective gasp as their eyes fixed on us. The hall was quiet, the tension and shock were choking, and I tried my best to hold back an eye roll. “Presenting, the goddess of war, Selena, who is now called Maeve and the first and only wolf ever made, her mate Ario, formerly known as Carson, and, of course, their children, Otto and Quinn! King Odin's family!” a man yelled inside the mic, making my ears cringe because the hall was silent.

she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. Meghan’s eyes flashed with anger. “How do you expect me to get a hold of myself when my son is in the emergency?” she snapped back, her voice rising in pitch as she continued wailing loudly, her cries echoing through the corridors. Wayne’s hands tightened into fists, but he said nothing. He couldn’t afford to waste energy on his mother’s theatrics. Kaylar was the one who mattered now. As Meghan’s sobs filled the room, the rest of the family made a silent pact to focus their prayers on Kaylar, ignoring the chaotic scene Meghan was creating.

and how Ethan was able to find them. "Damn it!" Megan palmed her face, still crying. "You’re not kidding, are you? You really have a daughter now?" She nodded in response. "I do. She’s already five..." "What’s her name?" "Marsha Elise, Meg..." Megan sobbed. "Oh no... That name is so beautiful. I want to see Marsha. Where is she?" "She’s already asleep." Michelle wiped her tears and then let out a sigh. "I’ll let you meet her soon, Megan."

Megan smiled as she watched it fly higher and higher. Megan was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t pay attention to the sound of running footsteps that happened to become louder. The kid must have had her head down because she didn’t see Megan until it was too late. Megan was shocked as the girl seemed to have flipped over her and her dog. When the girl had landed her butt, her messenger bag had spilled open and out slid her books, her small throwing knives that her father had given her. When the small black ritual book with what looked like it had, some hand-painted a design on it and a few vials of mystery liquids that had landed safely across the grass of Megan’s older neighbor, Allison.

The long oak surface had been set carefully, plates arranged perfectly, glasses polished until they caught the light like tiny mirrors. Everything looked calm and normal. That was the illusion. The game that I needed to play. I heard the front door open before the maid even announced them. Alex’s cane tapped lightly against the hardwood floor as he stepped inside, and Meghan’s voice followed close beside him. “Mom?” “In the dining room,” I called. A moment later they appeared in the doorway. Meghan walked in first, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, a simple dress hugging her frame in that effortless way young women had. Alex followed beside her, his posture straight despite the ca

MEGAN’S POV Six years later, I was no longer the love-stricken and timid Megan—not anymore. I became the most powerful and admired lady all over New York City. The faceless Moon Heiress every pack wanted to join forces with—well respected and successful. I’ve not only become powerful, I was fearless. Ready to take over my rightful position as the Alpha Queen of my Moon Royal Pack and the Moon Heiress of the werewolf packs, I came back to New York City to dominate and not be controlled.

“You worry that pretty little head of yours too much when you should be having fun and relaxing.” “I guess so,” I mutter as I eat the food. Meghan is our Gamma, Alex’s mate, and both are three years older than Ollie and me. Meghan came into Alex’s life when he turned 18. They found each other when he was out in the clubs celebrating his birthday and have been together since. We all grew up together in the packhouse. Since are all heirs to pack leadership, it was natural for us to forge friendships and ensure the pack works well together. If the leadership doesn’t get along well, how else is the pack supposed to get along?

“You’ve watched this same thing since morning.” Megan ignored her completely, tapping on the screen again. “See how Caleb Briggs knelt down, ah! This part, this part!” she squealed excitedly, replaying the moment Caleb brought out the ring. “You were just standing like statue before you finally said yes. I almost shouted from the hall that night!” Charlotte rolled her eyes and rested her chin lazily on her palm. “You’ve said that a hundred times today,” she muttered, though the smile refusing to leave her face betrayed her happiness.

It was a brand-new luxury car, showing just how much had been spent on this event. Megan walked down the aisle with a wide smile. She was truly happy. If this made her parents happy and helped the family business, she was willing to do it. The best part was that she actually loved the man waiting for her. She beamed at Clark as she reached the altar. "Megan Blanc, do you take Clark Sinclair to be your—" "I do," she answered immediately. Clark followed suit. "I do." "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

, Meg said brightly, careful to add just the right amount of enthusiasm in her tone. It would do no good for Juliet to notice that she wasn't okay. She would ask a million questions and Meghan wasn't ready to talk. "I'm splendid. Do you know that the sun is fierce orange when it's setting? I never knew" " That's because you've never seen the sun set", Meg told her. " That's true. Anyways, we've set a date for the wedding. It's a month from now. I want you to be my chief bridesmaid",Juliet said