The Fateful Invitation Novels & Stories

She was crying when I left the house and Maeve was trying to calm her down. The problem with the Alpha was that he makes enemies for himself and aside from that he has a control problem, ever since Zara died. That woman took a part of him and no one can ever make him feel the same again. Walking into my favorite restaurant, I ordered an iced latte. This was just what I needed on a harsh day like this when everyone seemed to be going insane. The talk I had with Jared had not ended well, and instead of informing him about his unwelcoming visit to the Alpha's house. he handed over an invitation that was given to him by the council of elders in the entire region who wanted him to be invited to t

To her surprise, I grabbed her arm and snarled, "Apologize, Meredith. Apologize to the zombies now!" That angered her. She shook me off and snapped, "Have you lost your mind, Annabelle? Don't touch me, you scum!" The guests in the hall stopped and crowded around to watch us argue. Soon, Dad was also attracted by the ruckus. After finding out what had happened, he forced Meredith to apologize to the zombies. Even if the zombies were on the lowest rung of the Otherkin's social ladder, that didn't mean they would allow a mere human to insult them.

Now, he was the tactician. The first blow came at breakfast three days later. He set a folded invitation beside my plate without a word. The heavy parchment bore the seal of the Alpha Council—the inner circle of wolves, pack leaders, and their families. The kind of gathering where appearances were everything. “You’re coming with me,” Lucas said simply. I stared at the invitation, my stomach tightening. “Why?” His lips curved faintly. “You’ve been… restless. I thought it was time to show everyone what a loyal wife looks like.”

We pay above average wages, have an excellent career development pathway plan, and we are recruiting ten team members to join our beloved crew. Please RSVP within seven days of receiving your invitation. Club Exotic I frown and scroll to the top of the screen. When was this email sent? The 5th of last month. Hmm, this interview was the reason we had to get here by yesterday. Surely seedy places hire people an hour before their shift, not one month out? I glance back over to the girl sitting across from me. She’s wearing cheetah print lycra tights with sky high stilettos, and the words from that selfie song run through my head.

The insult didn’t sting so much as it intrigued him. Rhett wasn’t used to being dismissed. He wasn’t used to mates who looked like they were considering bolting. “I didn’t ask for this either,” he said carefully. “But I won’t ignore it.” “I didn’t say ignore,” she replied. “I said inconvenient. There’s a difference.” Before he could answer, the Council’s drums sounded from the far end of the circle. Alphas, Betas, and their entourages turned toward the raised stone dais where the Summit rituals would begin.

Jackson said, his voice carrying its usual lazy mischief. ‎ ‎“Hey,” came Sebastian’s voice first — smooth, calm, but with the faint tone of a man already distracted by his own world. ‎ ‎“I want to invite you both for free drinks,” Jackson declared dramatically, a grin stretching across his face. “No need to thank me — it’s my pleasure.” ‎ ‎“I don’t have time,” both Edward and Sebastian replied in perfect sync — and then disconnected. ‎ ‎Jackson blinked at his phone screen, offended by the silence that followed. “Good. Very good,” he muttered, sarcasm coating his words. “I’ll enjoy myself alone, then.”

Nobody wanted this job. The head maid straightened up, fixing her scar. “Why you? Because everyone else is too chicken to step foot in his room after last time. You were easy to shove up front. Disposable.” Laughter rippled behind me. The kind that feels like nails. My chest went tight. So that was it. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to fit in. They had just been waiting to toss me into danger. The head maid snapped her fingers at me. “Dawn. He’s gone training by then. You get one hour. Don’t push your luck, Omega.”

He pulled me close and vowed, "I'll love you for the rest of my life, Evelyn. I'll never see you as less." I really did believe him back then. At 25, he wins the pack war again and emerges as the strongest Alpha. But he turns our mate bond into a joke. At the celebration dinner, during a thoughtless game of Truth or Dare with his secretary, Mia Sadler, he speaks across the mind-link to everyone. "Evelyn, you're painfully dull. You're not the least bit appealing, your scent is thin, and you can't even bear a pup. You're just dead weight. I wish you'd never been saved back then. I wish you'd died."

“I'm only waiting for the right time to kill them. Now, I wanna see them beg in front of me…I will torture them, kill them slowly until they die in my hands.” “Excuse, Ms. Amara. There's an invitation for you and for sir Gavin,” one of Gavin's men said as he brought down the black invitation on the table. “Invitation?” Gavin asked, when he came back to serve the food. “Yeah,” Amara replied. They both checked it together. “Sh*t,” Amara commented. “What is it?” Amethyst quickly asked while they were watching their reactions. “I remember that kind of invitation,” Agatha commented while staring at it.

I appreciated that he was willing to help me despite the potential of the help he was offering hurting his friend in the longterm. “What are friends for?” He winked, offering me his arm. “Amalie tells me she wants an invite for dinner once you are feeling up to it.” He smiled down at me. Amalie was his mate, and while I did not spend all that much time with her, I knew she too had helped Marcus with these plans.