Space Patrol Delta Novels & Stories

“We have already sent correspondence to your house. You will be cross enrolled in both the Millitary department and the Magic department.” “But my father...” Benette insisted once more. “There is nothing to worry about, 2nd Lt. Patrice Francoise Benette.” the new Professor Morel chimed in with a charming smile. “It is a privilege to be part of a Special Class Sphere. I’m sure your father would be ecstatic to learn that you are now a part of it.” “Moving on to more important things,” Dean Alcione harrumphed, “We have the courses we have tailored to each one of your abilities and the schedule for each course.”

“And nobody speaks about this outside.” The warrior nodded quickly. “If word gets out that my Luna escaped and every pack will hear about it. I will have you all killed immediately.” “Yes, Alpha.” “Then move!” The guard ran. Deucalion remained in the doorway, breathing heavily. He touched his incomplete mark. For the first time, the thought of losing Malia frightened him. Something he refused to name. Down the hallway, footsteps approached. Aria appeared. She had heard the commotion. “What happened?” she asked.

Bennett said in realization. Brantley nodded with a smile. “Welcome to The Rebelution.” Thane glared at us. “You ditched us, you fuckers!” The three of them had every right to be angry at us honestly. “We’ll explain everything later,” I sighed. “By the way, that’s Alpha Clayton, and that’s Beta Brantley,” Titus told my ‘mate’ who nodded in understanding. She was still holding Thane’s hand, which was actually annoying me.

he asked. “Too many,” Aria said. “Too few,” Lys countered at the same time. They both looked at her. “Too many for her to need,” Lys said. “Too few for us to afford losing.” Her HUD tracked icons sliding toward that central point: each a Siren asset summoned “home.” Active, dormant, compromised. Her stomach twisted. “Look at Delta,” Aria muttered, zooming to a quarantine site. “Power draw’s spiking. That’s not ‘reconfiguration.’ That’s incineration.”

Darwin demanded I glared at him “I, Castalia Oli, daughter of David Oli of the Red Moon Pack, reject Alpha James Knight of the Silver Lake Pack” “Now we wait for him, accepting your rejection” He said “He wouldn’t re----” I stopped, my eyes widen. “He----he---he accepted it” I said and held my chest as I fall down on my knees and I howled I look at Darwin with tears in my eyes and he was smiling. He was happy that my bond was totally cut. “Now we wait for the next full moon and win the war and you’ll finally become my Luna” he said and left me there on my knees.

Orion picked up a barricade marker, twirling it between his fingers before glancing up. "Our only smart option is to lay decoys. Enough misdirection to delay them while we infiltrate and hit them from behind." "They would never see it coming," Rey muttered, and Orion smirked. The meeting dragged on until the sun broke fully over the horizon, its bright gold spilling across the maps just as Caspian strode in. They briefed him quickly, then scattered to prepare. *** Orion stood off to the side in the courtyard, arms folded, watching Rey strap blades around her thigh and waist, with another two tucked into the hidden lining of her waistcoat. She moved with practised efficiency, but something in

And the is a beta who is the second in command with the gamma the third in command and lastly the delta who is fourth in command. The former alpha didn't have a gamma or a Delta. When he is away handling the human world, his gamma and delta rule the pack in his absence. Terrick walk into his mother's room were she has been lying down on her bed for fifty years unmoving. He held his mother's hand in his. She looks like she is sleeping and a little shake on the shoulder will wake her up.

“Have you forgotten what happened the last time?” “No, I will ask Yuri to lend me the Red Core, too.” Delta smiled and got up from her seat. “Angeline, be Mrs. Colton for now. Until I return, please take care of Wolfram and Marcille. Until I return as Delta Colton, I’ll be the Smiling Plague. Your shoulders are narrow, but I’ll put everything on them. “Then again…” Delta chuckled as she walked to the door. “Your hips might be able to carry them just the same. See you in a few days.”

If I didn’t cut him out now, he’d bring the whole damn structure down around us. I tightened my grip on the shoulder straps of my travel gear and turned toward Xander Potts, the man who now bore the title of Delta. He stood at attention, broad-shouldered and stone-faced, though I knew he felt the weight of this role. “You have the pack while I’m gone,” I told him. “No mistakes, Potts. I want a full patrol rotation every six hours, the borders swept, and a watch on the Luna at all times. You breathe wrong, and I’ll hear about it.”

“We were already expecting to rescue, but how will we ensure to get these families to safety in the middle of the war? We know that they have a dungeon sure, but how are we going to get weak families out of there?” Gregory smiled and began answering her question. “That is where the Delta team come in. Because of their speed and agility, they can move swiftly and without being in the way. We need you in your wolf form, so you being on the recovery team is not an option. We also have other eyes with Nancy in the shadows. We leave no stone unturned.” She nodded and Avery spoke next. “They have traps set up around the perimeter and within their borders. How are we supposed to deal with that?”