Two Bit Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Mom, Dad, “I’ll be long gone by the time you read this. Don’t come looking for me. There’s nothing to worry about. “I’ve joined Alpha George’s expedition to the Northern Territories as a healer on his research team. The wolves need me there. It’s a path I’m meant to walk. “Thank you for providing for me all these years and for showing me that some things aren’t mine to claim, no matter how hard I try. “I will take good care of myself. Bye forever. “Sasha.” “The research team in the Northern Territories? “What? That area is remote and dangerous!” By the sound of Camile’s broken voice, she must be shaken with panic and fear. The truth was simple. Yet, the irony ran deep. I, the supposed willf

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

In slow motion, my eyes close in on what I imagine utopia would be like. The casual sounds of the house are suddenly muffled and then silenced; the only thing continuing to exist in my world is Mason. I block out the thoughts of this being a one-night stand in favor of enjoying the experience, so unlike me. I allow myself to savor what he's offering, nothing but pleasure and ecstasy. I'm embarrassingly wet, but he doesn't seem to notice, or maybe doesn't care.

It was still night time and Marcus and I were outside standing a few feet apart from each other. The Owls hooted in the distance and crickets chirped in the nearby bushes. “What are we doing?” I asked Marcus, half yelling across the yard to him. He wore a grey jacket over a white shirt and black sweats.

The affronted look on the driver's face as he pulled away assured Ammy that Jia would hear of the sad little omega boarding house that Ammy called home. Ammy considered herself lucky to have stumbled across the kind elderly beta woman who ran the boarding house being accosted by ruffians. The horrible men had underestimated Ammy, as alphas were known to do of omegas, and Ammy had thoroughly trounced them, sending them scurrying like rats into the alley. She offered to walk the beta, Lillian Patel, to her destination and she had eagerly accepted. She had pried quite skillfully into Ammy's depressing personal history and adamantly offered Ammy a room when she reluctantly admitted she had nowhe