Unicorn Pocketbook Novels & Stories

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

One of the men said to my uncle. Yes. You heard right. My uncle, the monster who almost forced himself on me a few minutes ago is the Beta of the Blackspire pack – one of the biggest and strongest packs in this country. And he was well loved. The perfect beta to everyone outside, but no one really knew how monstrous he was behind closed doors except me. But nobody would believe me, after all, I am nothing but a servant orphaned omega, but my kind uncle with his loving heart had decided to take me in after the death of my parents. I would even be scolded for saying bad things about my uncle – the Beta Sylvester.