P A C K E D Unscramble Novels & Stories

This chip is the most advanced technology in the alternative for devices to store information which we can see in the invisible screen in front of our eyes. Emma takes a look. "There's a lot of submissions for this week. But I have shortlisted a few that I thought could be urgent. Dark Shadow pack's Alpha Mayer, chief councillor Robert and then the Alpha king of Nightflang pack, Alpha Archer'' My entire body ices on the spot, my breath catching in my throat. A knot forms inside my stomach as I hear the name. Archer. Archer. Archer. "What did you say?" my voice barely comes out.

On Halloween, I was preparing the children’s area for the workshop when Mr. Sasagawa appeared, carrying a cardboard box in his botanical garden staff jacket. “Ms. Ono, will these do?” The box was packed with intricately carved miniature pumpkins. “They’re beautiful… Thank you so much.” We began arranging them along the top of the decorated bookshelves. Mr. Sasagawa helped, taking care not to disturb the origami decorations on the wall. Each pumpkin had a single letter carved into it. Placed in order, they spelled:

“We’ve repeated the test enough to know this is real. Nothing will change the results. We need to accept it and move on.” Pa’s fury only thickened. “There is nothing to accept! You are not marrying three Alphas. What do you think the Pack will say? That their Alpha’s daughter shares a bed with three men and bears three Alphas’ children? Whose name will you even take? Or will they take yours?” he spat, pacing like a caged wolf.

A puck. I sit up slowly. Turn it over in my hands. It's regulation size and weight, no different from the hundreds of pucks I've handled in my life, except for the fact that it is clearly old worn at the edges in a way that speaks to years of handling, the rubber surface smooth in places from contact, the NAHL stamp on the face so faded it's barely legible anymore. Not mine.

“Y-you’re intentionally starting a war! That’s against all the rules. Even with the Alpha King as your backing, it will enrage every other pack!” Damien’s eyes roamed over Hunter before flicking toward me. He shook his head, as if to say, after all these years, your judgment is still as poor as ever. He pulled out a stack of documents and threw them at Hunter. “Take a look. Illegal drugs, unauthorized trades, trafficking women—any one of these is enough to get you killed multiple times. I’ve come under the Alpha King’s orders to eliminate this pack’s cancer. You.” Hunter snatched the documents. His face went pale. His fists clenched, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Bound by desire. To all three of us." "And to bear a pack pup from us?" Vanquish added. Eyes glowing feral yellow.

" Pack them separately " " Yes sir "

But my amusement quickly turned to laughter when the screen flashed back “Not a Recognised Pack.” With a raised eyebrow and a bemused smile, my dad looked up from his paperwork. “What’s so funny over there, sweetie?” he inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice. I couldn't hold back my chuckle as I replied, “I was trying to fill out my application for Cripple Creek Uni, and when I typed in the pack name, it came back saying ‘Not a recognised pack.’” His laughter joined mine, warm and infectious. “Well, technically, it isn’t a recognised pack yet, but hopefully, that will change soon,” he said, his eyes sparkling with encouragement. “You need to get that application turned in before you can

"A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors." I bit back a laugh. That was the exact reason I ran away from home, from my pack. If only I could tell her the truth that I was actually a princess to the third morst wealthy clan in the continent…but that would be neot be necessary. Especially not when I had been so careful, hiding my identity since my escape led me to moon crest pack, six months ago. "I happen to like scrubbing floors," I said, moving to the next window. The afternoon sun caught the streaks I'd missed, and I scrubbed harder. "Very fulfilling work."

Bailey ended up riding with Jaxon and Parker again as Gavin and Wyatt cleaned up their camp and checked for signs of pursuit. With Jaxon driving-to keep him out of trouble, Parker had explained with a grin-she ended up seated in the back with the giant. Perfect, because she brimmed with questions, and now that the wolf was out of the bag, so to speak, she hoped he'd answer them. "What's a pack?" Parker's brows lifted. "Jumping right into it, are you? Fair enough. I guess there's no hiding anymore what we are. A pack is what we call a group of Lycans who live together under the rule of an alpha."