The Rise Of The Last White Wolf Novels & Stories

This is the only thing coming to me right now. “Please tell me about her,” I try to start some sort of conversation. But also because I’m truly curious about her. “She was the last white wolf to have lived. But I’m sure you knew that already, right? Now tell me, who set you up for this?” There’s that presumption again. “No one set me up for this. I already told your Beta,” I defend myself angrily about the accusation.

“One that has haunted Alpha Rowan for over two decades. He has spent years searching for his daughter. For any sign of where she went or what became of her. When she died five years ago without ever reaching out to reconcile he was devastated. He believed the royal bloodline had ended with her.” “Until rumors started spreading about a white wolf,” one of the other Moon Valley wolves said. She was younger aroud thirty with dark hair and eyes that studied me like I was a puzzle. “We heard whispers from wolves traveling through this territory. Stories about a white wolf with silver eyes who made entire crowds bow without even trying. There has not been a white wolf born in three generations. Th

“Yes I am, I've cared for you Mellisa from the moment you were born. The white wolf chose you for a reason.” “How do you know?” I ask in surprise. I didn't tell her anything about me. “I've been waiting for you, for hundreds of years.” “Why,” my brows furrow in confusion. “Because I was the last white wolf in existence. White wolves are present whenever there's a huge rift in the balance of Meldova.” “Why, what's so special about us?” “We are more powerful than any werewolf to ever exist. Our power goes beyond just strength and might but we have other things like the power of healing, echoing memories, the Alpha command and so much more we're yet to know.”

My daughter's warmth steady in my chest, the mate bond humming at my side, the Royal Wolf power running clean and certain through every part of me. I looked down at Alpha Conrad Voss—decades of authority, a lifetime of certainty, on his knees on my floor. "I am the last of the Royal White Wolf bloodline," I said quietly. "I broke a generational curse, destroyed a witch coven, and killed a shadow entity to protect this territory and everyone in it." I let the command hold him exactly where he was. "I have earned this seat. Not because of what I am. Because of what I've done."

“All that are just theories manufactured by some privileged Alpha to get rid of us.” Us? The fact that he used that word is enough to tell that he doesn’t see himself as a normal wolf like us. “You have been poisoning my wolf and me. And I overheard your conversations. That alone proves that you are bad.” “There are bad people everywhere, Dr. White. Your people call themselves the good wolves, yet every day, there is a case of gruesome death, rape, dehumanization, crime, and whatnot. You are no better. And no, we are good people.”

The profound and natural detachment emanating from me filled him with a bone-chilling fear. "You can't. You also can't win back the deep-rooted trust I once had in you. Everything you're doing now is like a willful pup. You're trying to piece together a broken bond—that's not possible. "From now on, we shouldn't meet ever again." With that, I stepped forward and walked past him. In that moment, I felt my wolf instincts awakening. I threw myself completely into the peacekeeping work at the frontier. Every battle here, every confrontation, stirred the hidden power within me.

“I could not interfere. Not fully. But I hid you. And now, the time has come. You are the prophecy child. The last white wolf of the Seralyn line. The world is breaking, and you must rise.” When I woke, I was different. My body felt whole. Strong. My curves felt fuller. My limbs were heavy with power. My skin was warm and humming. My hair was thicker, falling like silk down my back. I stood in the moonlight, glowing. And then I heard her....not Selene. Her. My wolf. She whispered her name into my soul like a promise. “Hello, beautiful! I’m Lunaryn! The last white wolf spirit! Now that I’m here, it’s time to fuck shit up!”

No shaking, but the skin was stretched tight across the knuckles. “Keep it elevated,” I said. He gave a little salute, then went back to taping himself up. I left the kitchen and walked to my office. Closed the door behind me, just in case. Ava was upstairs, sleeping. I sat at the desk, ran my hands over the surface, and tried to think. The last time a white wolf survived its first shift, a war started. It ended with a mass grave and a bunch of new packs formed from the survivors. The northern line was supposed to be extinct—either by design or by centuries of selective breeding.

Sent to murder the Alpha whose curse may destroy his pack, an abused Omega discovers that he is her fated mate—and that the healing power hidden in her blood may be the only thing capable of saving him.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr