Tessa Dare Author Novels & Stories

--- A young woman arrived at the garden gate in the spring. She was small, with red hair that curled around her face, and she carried a notebook that reminded Mira of Seren's. Her name was Tessa, and she had traveled from the southern coast, where the gold flowers grew in the tidal pools. "The watcher called me," Tessa said, standing at the gate. "It said there was a story I needed to write." Mira studied with her. There was a brightness in Tessa's eyes, a quickness in her movements, that spoke of a mind always turning, always seeking.

Ivanna replied warmly. Tessa turned to me, beaming. “Your Highness, I am Tessa, a female Gamma of the pack. At your service.” “Please, just call me Zlata,” I responded, my heart suddenly racing with anticipation. All my life, I had dreamed of attending the Royal Academy to become a fully certified healer. Now, my dreams were finally within arm's reach. We were just about to step out when Tessa suddenly slapped a palm against her forehead. “Oh, Luna Ivanna, I completely forgot! Prince Maverick is departing soon. He wanted to see you before he left.”

The curves, the structure, even the concept, it was all there. “Flower Gods was my design,” Tessa said simply. The words landed heavily. “What?” the staff gasped softly, her eyes widening in shock as she turned to look at Tessa. “So Ms. Lauren plagiarized it?” Tessa locked her phone and slipped it back into her bag, her expression returning to that same calm composure. “Keep it to yourself for now,” she said quietly. “Some people deserve to fall into the deepest abyss. Now that’s a fate worse than death.”

The hand holding the food container trembled as though it had lost all strength. Had they just showered together? Had Ethan stayed the night? Had they slept together? A wave of bitterness flooded my chest. My heart was aching. Then what had five years of devotion amounted to? A joke. As my thoughts spiraled uncontrollably, Clara stepped out. She wore a silk slip dress that clung to her curves, the hem so short it nearly brushed the tops of her thighs. From head to toe, she was all slender waist, long legs, pale skin, and striking beauty, with every curve perfectly placed.

They were pieces on his chessboard, working day and night so Carter Automotive Hub could dominate every road, every showroom, every glossy magazine cover. “Good afternoon, Mr. Carter,” a chorus of voices rang as I crossed the lobby. I nodded at them. “Good afternoon, Jeremy.” I knew who that was before I looked. It was Tessa, a two-year old recruit who had severally tried to communicate her feelings for me before—through numerous eye contacts, exaggerated warmth thrown my way during past meetings, and worse, she had written a letter and tucked it into my jacket’s pocket before. She was brave, I gave her that.

Tessa adds, shooting Papa a warning glance I don't think he cares to notice. “You know Tessa is actually our Head Enforcer in charge of all our warriors. She is accomplished in hand to hand combat, weaponry and strategy.” Ben isn't eating anymore. Neither am I. Keith gives Tessa a sympathetic smile when her face heats. “That's very impressive,Tessa. You must have dedicated a lot of time towards learning to protect your pack.” She clears her throat. “I have. It's my life.” “So similar to the dedication you have to your own Keith, wouldn't you say?”

He must know. “They forced me to work as a servant in my own home,” Tessa said. “You asked about my mother, once, but you never asked who my father was. Aren't you curious?” Leo nodded again. He had a pretty good idea, from her talk of Arthur's 'true mate'. “My mother is Arthur's true fated mate. The one his wolf chose. And the mother of his first-born child. Me.” Tessa crossed her arms. “But she's human, so she's not good enough and neither am I.”

“She’s going to burn them.” "Let them burn," my wolf answered. "They mocked her. Let them see." Rylan caught the shift in me and tilted his head. “You okay?” “No,” I said honestly. “I’m in awe. And she hasn’t even spoken yet.” When Tessa reached the ridge’s edge, she paused. Her hands were bare. No armor. No crown. Just truth. She looked at them all - those jaded Alphas and cautious Betas - as if she were already judging them before they could judge her.

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