Warrior Mom Novels & Stories

We are assigned duties for the pack. My mom Martha Davis is an assistant to former Luna Angela and my dad, Joseph Davis, works in one of the Alpha Jason's company. I, too, will be assigned some duty from tomorrow. But that's ok. Well, truly speaking I want to be a Warrior of our pack. Tough, and strong, just like our head Warrior, Viktor Kent. Ahh! He is soo amazing. I have been crushing on him for two years now, when I first saw him at pack house. I will be starting my training in two days and I will meet him again. Awwwww! I am so exuberant. I know the infatuation will be gone in the second I meet my Mate. The mate bond does that to you.

Victoria's POV I shoot up from the bed as the smile on my face turns sour. "Mom!? What happened!? Why are you crying!?" I ask, dreading her reply deep down within me. My mother is a warrior. Our pack's Zeta. A rank equivalent to a General in the human military. This is the second time I'm hearing her cry in all my nineteen years on earth. The first time was done in the privacy of her room when she lost three of her warriors in a rogue attack.

My mother brushed me off without so much as a glance in my direction. Unable to contain myself, I marched myself to stand between my mother and the Alpha King. “No. Now is the perfect time. I am not a child anymore. Just because I am pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t still be a warrior. I have known many women that were pregnant but still the best warriors in their pack.”

“Anyways, your mother never wanted to be the usual wife or mother that we know of during our time. You know those domestic wives? I am not here to mock anyone because I know what they do is hard. All I am saying is that it isn’t what your mom wanted to be. She wanted to be a warrior. She wanted to be someone who would protect the weak and fight for those who had experienced injustice. For some men, it was admirable, but for most, it felt like a challenge. You know, men's ego. Only those men who know their worth would never consider their partner to be a competition.” ‘I totally agree,’ Leo said to the link, making me love him more. “So when you’re mother was given a team by your father,” she

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

In our kingdom, a future king could be best friends with an omega girl and it was fine. I put on the standard warrior outfit for the tournament and as soon as I walked out of my room, my mom’s eyes filled with tears. My father was killed in the last war, so my mom was a single mom. She brought me up with the belief that I could be anything I wanted. My father was an omega, but he was still a warrior.

“I’m going to be a warrior, remember?” “Yes, I remember,” Mom says, and her excitement dims. “I’ll have kids after I’ve achieved my other dreams,” I say, and it’s not just to placate her. Truthfully, I do think I would like some children of my own down the road. But being a mother is not the only thing I want to accomplish in my life. Mom accepts this in-between. Her face doesn’t totally fall, but she does take on a more pensive expression. Neil, meanwhile, doesn’t look all that happy with my answer, but he doesn’t say anything. Good. Because he has no say, and if he tries to talk me out of being a warrior one more time, I might actually scream.

“Besides, with the King and King Consort away, the Queen should stay. And her ladies, Lizzie, Ally, Gwen, and Mom.” Zach looks annoyed. “Liz is coming with me.” “Like hell,” Mom tells him. “You are not putting three of my five children in danger!” “MOM,” I yell. I wish she didn’t look so angry to see me in battle gear. “I’m 18, ranked 7th among the warriors, I’m going.” “Elizabeth, I forbid it as Queen,” Mom stands at her full authority. She is not short, just shorter than me.

Alex trailed off, nervously explaining his theories for who could be behind the attack to Alpha Rhodes, who listened intently, pitching in his own experience. My mother turned to me, a sly grin across her face, "So, an excursion out in the woods, all alone. Sounds exciting." "It is a change of pace, I suppose." "Good thing you'll have the big strong Alpha to protect you from any danger," my mom teased, jutting her elbow into my ribs. "I can protect myself just fine, mother. I am a warrior, after all." "I suppose he'll have to see to your other needs then," she said mischievously, a twinkle in her eye.

He was huge, with a scar that ran from his ear to his chin. “Out,” I said. I stepped in front of my mother. I felt small, but I didn’t move. “We’re leaving.” “Caius said nobody leaves,” the warrior on the left said. He looked bored. “Orders are orders.” “She isn’t pack leadership,” I said, my voice cracking. I pointed at my mother. “She isn’t a warrior. She’s never hurt anyone. Look at her. There’s no reason to keep her here. Let her go.”