Niamh Adkins Novels & Stories

The look she gave was enough, disappointment, judgment, the kind of coldness only a woman trained to wield silence as a weapon could manage. And when I walked into the room, Natalia was standing by the window, her back to me. Her posture was stiff, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles were white. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly. She didn’t answer right away. Just a shallow nod. “She came to remind me that I’m still their property. She wants me to allow my father to cross me, to go over everything that I know and just be that girl who they can push around because they want to. In their eyes, I am not your wife, I am not their daughter, I am simply here t

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

The music blaring in the background, people of all shapes and sizes conversing and having a good time. Nadia walked to the bar to order a drink to get her nerves in check. It wasn't every day she was meeting a possible Sub. Usually, Nadia was a Sub, but after her last Dom. She shook her head to rid the thought. It was better to be a Dom. At least this way, she wouldn't have to give up the life she loved, especially since she'd lost her trust in everybody. Thanks to him, she dare not think his name.

All four of these women are impossibly gorgeous, and I’m feeling a little self-conscious as I stand across from them with tangly, windblown hair, dressed in borrowed clothes that don’t fit quite right. “Sorry for barging in like this, we’re just so excited you’re here!” the little curly-haired one chirps enthusiastically. She must be able to read the confusion on my face because she quickly goes on to elaborate. “You met our mates this morning. I’m Astrid, and this is Quinn, Brooke, and Fallon,” she says, pointing to each of the other girls as she names them off. “Nice to meet you all,” I breathe, smoothing my hair with a hand and stepping closer. “Are you part of Reid’s pack, or…”

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

Jade too looks at Adryan with an enquiring face. "I, I- uh managed to see a picture of you, yes, that's what I was talking about" Adeena instantly replies, Jade knew that she was lying for she wasn't a good liar, and she was stuttering while making up excuses. She thought she might let the lie go for now. "Well, I'm Adeena. Adeena Mayflower. Adryan's childhood friend." Adeena introduces herself formally, with her hands raised in the air for a handshake. "Hi Adeena, it's nice to meet you" Jade places her hands in Adeena's outstretched ones, in a handshake.

she pauses waiting for me to tell her my name. "OH.. I'm sorry um Harper and yes that would be cool" I answer her. Along the way i learn that her name is Nina and that she's what's called an omega, they are mostly used as staff and very rarely are called equals to the other werewolves, She said that most omegas live out their lives as maids to the other pack members or higher powered, Nina said that most omegas don't have mates and that made me sad at first but then i heard her say that she was mated to one of the pack warriors named Chancler.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

"Here." Adjacent to a hall site. Close enough to feel the hall frequency without being in it. "What did she say," I said. Miriam handed me a printed transcript. The woman had called the packhouse line on Thursday morning. Kade had answered because Kade answered everything when Sola was busy. He had been smart enough to take a full transcript rather than just a message. Her name was Adwoa. Thirty five years old. She had been managing her sensitivity for twelve years. Not alone exactly. She had found a community of her own. A small group of people in her territory who experienced what she experienced. Four of them.

Astrid turned back and was once again on the verge of tears, Niam looked at her with a smile and his smile was devilish as he said, “I almost didn’t recognize you, you have changed, you were the one that had made false accusations on me right?” Astrid moved back and was trembling, “I was forced…” “Bullshit, you got the benefits… and you did it happily, don’t you dare to lie to me.” Niam said as he came near her, Astrid looked around and she had nowhere to escape to, she was cornered and she felt helpless as she said, “Niam, please I was young and I didn’t understand the consequences of my actions.”