Packmates Novels & Stories

This is not like the workshop I had envisioned; instead, the place looks like a fucking company. I wasn't expecting to see so many people inside but I actually did and they don't really look like someone who is new here. Both males and females were working and they were not developing bikes; they were also making ammunition. This is why they are always ahead of Fathers Pack. Crescent Claw Pack make their own weapons and this is why they have always remained the head. They are always undefeated but I never expected that that was actually what I ruined. Finn was the one who saw me first. “Lady Soren” he called and walked to my side

“And now must be on our way.” “I hope that’s all there is to it,” August’s voice was dark. “If I discover that you know something that could have been helpful, and wilfully withheld it… That would be considered a betrayal of the pack. Do you understand?” “Since when has the pack served the pack leader, and not the pack leader the pack?” Jules replied, his eyes sweeping the room. “Something to consider. If I keep anything to myself, it is from August, not my pack. My pack will always have my loyalty. The Edisons have always served the Les Guerriers Sanctifies, not whomever has ruled them at that time.”

Inside of the folder are not porn, but the name list of Holmes pack members. As much as everyone in the packs know, there are only three remaining packs in their area. The Wayne, Holmes, Hendrix and Den. However, Den has many members and they declined teaming up with any of the three clans. The Wayne, Holmes, and Hendrix decided to unite, having three Alphas to guide the packs. Even though they are united, there are still rules within the organizations. Each of the packs have the rights to keep the members of the pack in secret. That means that Chandler and Adam are forbidden to look at Brett’s pack background and vice versa.

I can't make her the Luna of this pack. “Mate” she said with a small whimper and I felt my heart skip a bit. “I’m not your mate” I said and she shut her eyes close with pain evident on her face. “I Franklin the Alpha of the Silver Pack rejected Cassandra as my mate and Luna of my pack” I stated and I fell on my knees immediately with pain. My face contorted into a look of pain and after a while I stood up, and my eyes shot toward Cassandra's face. She was like nothing happened to her. She was unmoved and I doubt if she was in pain.

“The Beta of the Blackthorn Pack, you know him. Loyal bloodline, strong leadership. His only daughter rejected her bond years ago. She’s unmated and she’s willing.” Zyon’s jaw clenched. “You’re suggesting I take someone who rejected her destined mate and pretend that’s the same?” “That’s not how this works.” “Sometimes,” Jettson said evenly, “that’s exactly how it works. Alliances hold packs together. Not wishes. Not fairy tales. Survival depends on strategy.” Zyon's fists curled at his sides. “I’m not a pawn in some political arrangement.” “You’re an Alpha,” Jettson replied, rising from his seat. “Which means your personal desires come second to the survival of your people. I’ve invited the

Dominic glared at Mira. "First of all watch your tone Mira or you will be doing laps around the perimiter by yourself. Second I never said non pack members could not train with us while they are here. I have allowed Alphas, Betas, Gammas and other wolves alike to come train when they visit. Most do not join however sometimes someone will. Third of all not that it's any of your business at the moment these two will be pack members as of tomorrow night as well as one other person." Mira looked stunned.

I sigh and rub circles on Amelie's back to calm her before she rips the sofa cushion apart. "He's still in France with Grandma. I'll talk to dad." She releases the cushion and leans into my shoulder. It worked. "The rest of the New Moon Alliance are Travis Payne of Dark Wood and Dale Nichols of the Red Star Pack, as we already suspected. Then we have Wade Darvin of the Motor City Pack, Reed Tarlo of the White Ridge Pack. Last and also the ringleader Nox Jericho of the Blue Crescent Pack. Those ten packs make up this alliance." Marcus sinks back into the sofa, pulling Jordan close to his side. She's still upset about her birth pack. I can't blame her for that.

What Alpha Joseph said regarding the Red Moon Pack was correct. The Red Moon Pack, consisting of 1,000 members and in its 4th generation, is highly esteemed as one of the finest packs in the country, holding the impressive second position in the pack society due to its exceptional reputation. As the tournament was starting, Joseph and Samuel sat in the front row with their Lunas. Each group in the pack maintained a distance of approximately 8 feet from the others as they stood together, until a loud growl interrupted them unexpectedly.

She was sipping her tea calmly, and then looking at me directly, “The pack council consists of Alphas and Lunas, who were already giving up their throne for the younger generation.” She pointed at the three alphas. “Like Zephyr, Elm and Aaron also have their family on the pack council. Because your mates are one of the main packs of the south, the main pack in the south consists of five packs. Your mates are the alpha of three main packs, while the other two go to the side with luna Ivy.”

“Alpha douchebag happens to have a lover he’s in love with—well, according to the source—and he thinks she’s a devil out to separate them. Worst part? He doesn’t believe in the moon goddess or any of that jazz. In case you don’t know, the Sinister Smile Pack and the Blood Moon Pack are two of the few packs that don’t come to the MPMAC.” “MPMAC? What’s that?” “Moonlight Pack Mate Awakening Ceremony! Where the heck have you been all this time? Well, that aside, back to what we were talking about—it’s exactly like your situation seven years ago: the moon goddess is giving her a taste of her own medicine.”