Rachael Zane Novels & Stories

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

- She said and left the room, showing Rachel to follow. As they were nearly at the entrance, Camille appeared out of nowhere. Katherine stopped to look at her. - I didn't know we had a guest. - The witch offered Rachel her sweetest smile. - I don't think we had a chance to meet before. - I have no memory of such a thing. - Rachel replied politely. - Rachel Atkins is a Luna of the North Star Pack. She came here for a short visit. So please excuse us as her time is limited.

It meant more than words could express. “Fine! Rachel!” Zander called out to one of the most skilled female warrior trainers. Rachel stepped forward promptly. “Yes, Alpha!” she responded, bowing slightly in respect. She was a brunette with a well-built, toned physique. Her six-pack abs were prominently visible under her cropped tank top, and her leggings accentuated her strong, sculpted legs. “You take the lead and train the females for today. I will personally oversee the training and provide my input,” Zander commanded with authority.

"You shouldn't feel bad about that. This bitch saw it coming," "ZARAH!" I cautioned my wolf, but she waggled her tail in annoyance. "What? You know I only speak the truth," came her reply, and I sighed. Zarah hated Rachael more than I did, especially after what happened at the feast. It stamped her hatred for her. "Is that all you came here to say?" Kane asked, and Rachael nodded. "It has been taken into consideration," Kane did not glance at her as he stepped around her and stood before me.

Pretty face, high cheekbones, a narrow little nose—she looks almost elfin. “Age, Cadet Ward?” Nurse Rachel asks. “Twenty-one, ma’am.” Definitely not going alphabetically. Just age. Fantastic. I love standing out. 'Z, you're going to stand out no matter what order we go in.' Fair enough. “Rafe Sinclair.”

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

“She will be crowned on the next full moon.” No one spoke. No one dared. I turned away from the council. From Valkyra’s screams. From Katherine’s shaking rage. And walked toward Naya. She sat beside Nikolas. Frozen. Pale. Stunned. Her eyes were wide. Her body rigid. For one brief second, something twisted in my chest. It felt like guilt Even regret. “Focus Zane.. you can’t afford to let emotions into your carefully planned life..” I beat myself up. I held out my hand to her.

"I'm Audrey and this is Janet." Janet waved a little but Rheanne kept her bright smile. "And like I said, don't bother Anabel. It's amazing you got Zane to commit, though." So that's the pink hair girl's name. "What?" I asked her again, but Rheanne was already walking away from me. "Zane? Who's Zane? You're dating him now? Wow, that was fast." Janet asked. "No, I'm not." In quickly deny. I don't even know the guy. Seriously, Zane Hugh? Who the hell is that?"

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.