Tali X Shepard Novels & Stories

She just fell into the job after Aiden was born. Had it not been for Cain, Cassidy, Nathan, Wyatt, Harlan, and Eddy, she wouldn’t have transitioned into the position all that well, but they taught her that even though she didn’t see it, she had the makings of a great Alpha. Through them, she learned to be the Alpha that she was.

Keira’s POV I get back to the shop where Talia is waiting for me. She waves as I approach. “Lily! Where have you been?” She asks. “I went to the lake to get away from the crowds.” “Alone? You should be careful being so close to the woods.” She says. “I met Vivian out there.” “Oh, she’s so polite. It was a sad day when her father passed away. It forced Beta Shepard into his position. Have you met him yet?” She asks. SHEPARD! That was his name!

Maybe one day she will be lucky enough to also fly anywhere with him… The bedroom door burst open and there stood the same woman from this morning… “Who are you?” Sheila asked defensively. “Hi there, my name is Tala. I am from the Shadow Moon Pack.” “The Shadow Moon pack?! The same pack that tried to kill Conri! Is he mad, what the hell are you doing here, on our territory and most of all in his bedroom! I am the only woman he loves, and the only one sharing his bed… You look like a child! I think you should leave, before he realizes what a mistake he has made.” Sheila stood, glaring at Tala, with her hands on her hips.

he said. I felt a strong sense of unease and got dressed so I could go downstairs. The moment I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Xavier gently consoling a she-wolf. "Talia, don't worry. Now that you're back, no one will dare to lay a finger on you. Mark my words." Talia? I stopped walking. My grip on the staircase railing tightened. Talia Seeton was Xavier's childhood sweetheart. They were extremely close, and everyone in the pack thought Talia would be Xavier's Luna.

Talia stood by a dresser, its paint peeling away. "What promise did he make to you?" I asked, breaking the eerie silence that filled the room. I watched her closely, waiting for her to respond. Perhaps embarrassment held her back, or perhaps she simply didn't care. "Money? Sex?" The words felt out of place in this grim setting. Talia was just a pawn in Xandriel's game, but I couldn't help but see a younger version of myself in her confusion. I, too, once mistook pain for love, believing Xandriel's affection was real.

I said. She nodded, then held out her hand. “I’m Talia, by the way.” I shook her hand. “Sierra.” “I know,” she said with a smile. “We’ve all heard about you.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What have you heard?” “That you’re fierce,” she said, her smile widening. “And that you don’t take crap from anyone.” I laughed, a real laugh, for the first time in what felt like forever. “Well, that’s mostly true,” I said with a grin.

"Why!? What's wrong with her?" "Tala's mother was Velvela, and she was already a twin venom" "Already?" "Yes, so for the lack of a better description, Tala is a tri venom, the first of her kind"

Fourteen His eyes were still glued to her, lingering far too long, but Talia pretended not to notice. She straightened her back and put on her most professional smile. "Good evening, Mr. Bernard," she repeated, holding up the documents. "I’m Talia from the Donovan Group, and I’m here to discuss cooperation with you." He didn’t seem to care about her words. Instead, a sheepish grin spread across his face, his gaze traveling slowly up and down her body. He stood up, his eyes darkening with lust as he moved closer.

If she played along, she will only do what he wanted. Talia was not a scared girl from the attic, she was Alpha Natalia Moonrider, and she will act like it. Talia's demeanor changed as she steeled her resolve to face this head-on. No more hiding. "To what do I owe the honor of a Guardian coming to check on me?"

🩷Talia🩷 The firelight painted warm gold across the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts of old. Talia sat on the edge of the bed Ronan had insisted she take, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket that still didn’t stop the chill in her blood. It wasn’t the cold. It was what she remembered—the Beast’s breath against her neck, the weight of its claw, the sensation of being watched by something ancient and hungry even before it attacked.