Millennium Wolves Sienna Novels & Stories

"Speak, Tess." Sienna's relentless search for an alliance wasn't a secret among the elite wolf families; Tess was bound to find out sooner or later. "Yes, I am at the age where a formal mating contract is necessary for the clan's future," Sienna said, her voice dropping into a smooth, diplomatic purr. Tess let out a dry, rattling laugh over the speaker. "Have you ever considered coming back into my den as a daughter-in-law?" Sienna froze, her fingers tightening on the device. Did the old woman expect her to waste her time with a low-level enforcer like Bryce? "Bryce just finished his training cycles in the northern wild packs, didn't he? Our power levels are completely incompatible."

I said under my breath, already moving toward the door, “if Alessandro touched him, or Callie or even that dumb idiot Marco, I’ll…” “Fire and brimstone on him. Yeah, we got it. We’ll deal with it,” Sienna cut in, her voice calm but iron-hard. “All of us..” I paused, hand on the handle, and looked back at her. She was already grabbing her jacket. Good. Because the waiting was over. And wolves didn’t survive by staying still when their pack was in danger.

His eyes met mine one last time before he took a deep breath and shifted. His bones cracked and within seconds, his wolf form stood in front of me. It was sleek, dark gray, and looked strong but it was smaller than Kaden’s massive brown wolf. Kaden’s wolf let out a deep growl, showing his sharp teeth before lunging again. Kellan’s wolf tried to dodge, but Kaden tackled him hard to the ground. They rolled over each other, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh. Kellan’s wolf managed to bite down on Kaden’s shoulder, but Kaden shook him off like he weighed nothing.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted trouble—or at least, trouble in the form of two familiar faces. Sienna and Elara. Both she-wolves were known within Crescent Moon's pack not just for their striking beauty, but for their equally bold personalities. And unfortunately for Tristan, they’d both taken an unhealthy liking to him. Not that he was rude or mean to them—he just… didn’t like being ogled like a piece of meat. And that’s exactly what it felt like whenever their eyes landed on him—like he was some juicy prey they couldn’t wait to sink their claws into.

I asked. "Well, when you're number one in town, you're bound to get competition," Santini began. "Tell me something I don't know," I replied, understanding the stakes. Just then Sierra walked in wearing a leave-to-the-imagination wolf costume, complete with ears. She took the stage, slow music played, and she began to twist her body around the pole. She rolled her hips, then ran her fingers through her hair like she was bored. "So this wise guy from the Devil's Tavern thinks he can harass me by copying his interior design." Santini continued. "But I'm telling you I copyrighted the whole thing first..."

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

“He’s dressed you up to look at you, and now, he’s taking us out to show us off!” I tell her to say, “Take a cold plunge bath.” “This is all part of the contract.” (Arthur’s POV) The room freezes the moment Sienna begins walking down the stairs. “Our mate is beautiful,” my wolf whispers with a sound like happiness. “Do not look at her that way,” I scold. “This is a temporary arrangement.” “I’m looking at her the same way you are. You’d do well to accept her.” I roll my eyes inwardly and offer my arm once Sienna reaches my side.

--- Twenty minutes later, I was standing at the boundary of my territory watching twenty-three Eastern Pack wolves circle the Sterling Industries warehouse like they owned it. Forty of my wolves stood at my back, perfectly silent, perfectly controlled. Waiting for my command. Sophie had done exactly what I'd ordered. Professional. Disciplined. Not one wolf out of position. And at the front of Marcus's formation, wearing a smile that promised violence, was the man himself. Marcus Kane had come to my territory. Personally. Brought twenty-three wolves across my boundary in the middle of a political dinner where visiting Alphas could witness every detail of my response.

“The lake will not give answers until you accept yourself. She said as I turned to face her. And as soon as she found out that I was looking at her ... - Who are you, Luna? - I'm a wolf. I answered almost in a whisper, closing my eyes. Completely disengaged from what was happening, I finally saw my moon. She, as before, was waiting for me in my mind. A proud, independent, black she-wolf with the gift of fire. Now, the gift manifested itself in her fiery red eyes. It felt like the flames were dancing in the depths of her eyes, calling for them. And went to meet her... - Well done, child. - I heard the voice of the “seer”, and opened my eyes.

‘Bruhhhhh…You showed them. You showed them. You showed them.’ Sierra gushes over in a whisper as we shuffle past a group of young wolves smoking their lungs out. They eyed us hungrily and whistled. ‘Looking for a company hottie. Lemme take ya home.’ The tallest in the lot grunts, practically eye-raping Sierra. ‘Keep dreaming jerk.’ Sierra retorts, fisting her palms to the side. She rolled her eyes at him and kept walking.