Westover Family Idaho Novels & Stories

The existence of another male omega in the family meant he wasn't as much of an anomaly as he'd feared. "Rhodes and Troy live at the main family estate," my mother continued, seemingly unaware of the comfort she was providing. "Along with Romeo and his mate Sarah, and their children. It's quite the compound, really—plenty of space for everyone to have their privacy while still being close enough for daily interaction." "You want us to visit?" Lake asked "More than visit us. You're family now. The children need to know each other, and frankly, I think you'd benefit from Troy's experience. He went through his own adjustment period when he first joined our family."

Today was the last day in her father's house and the first day of the rest of her life. Isadora was going to move in with the Alpha-to-be and to say she was happy was an understatement. She was the luckiest recessive Omega to exist in her lifetime and she was going to be Mated -hopefully- to the one and only Eutychus Brown, heir to the Brown empire and future Alpha of The Nightfall Pack.

The northern part of the west coast is known for its constant rain and gloomy weather, but the external conditions didn’t go unnoticed by the residents at the House of Stray, a mansion secluded on the outskirts of Oak Harbor, Washington. Other than when the full moon fought through the heavy rain clouds, they spent most of their days enjoying the comfy settings inside the home, avoiding the weather. The only resident to leave home daily, besides the butler they have kept for centuries, was Lascivious, the Alpha and oldest of 5 brothers.

Weston had gone out afterwards while her parents were watching the news. The next few days she was busy with the different project work that she had to submit the coming week. Weston had started avoiding her again after his parents reminded him many times about Isabella being nothing more than a sister to him. He was pissed-off again like before and hardly spoke or stayed at home. It was like the soft side to him was just a figment of Isabella's imagination. Henrietta Gray helped her pack for their camping trip. It seemed that two more families were accompanying them. The Campbells as well as another close family friend of theirs, the Hartfords whom Isabella was yet to meet. From their talks

Owen asked. “Yeah,” I answered, feeling a little guilty that I hadn’t shared that yet. “So you’re taking after your grandmother and being a human Luna,” Owen said, connecting the dots. “Yes,” I confirmed, then sipped my tea. Everyone went silent for a moment before Easton said, “Hey, now we have ties to Juniper Moon.” “True,” Owen said with a nod. The five of us sat there and talked about my grandparents and parents until the dogs started to bark, letting us know that Esadowa had arrived. All of us stood up and walked outside to the porch. Esadowa parked her truck behind mine and got out.

Before the murmurs could fade, another presence filled the hall. The music faltered for a heartbeat as the next grand arrival was announced. Cassandra froze mid-sip. Vaughn’s hand went slack around his drink. Even Alpha Vellora’s poised expression slipped-just slightly when the herald’s voice boomed across the banquet hall. “Please welcome the West Family – Alpha Jason West and Luna Aurelia West, with their daughters Isabella and Jules West.” A murmur rippled through the crowd like wind through tall glass. Late Luna Rosalin Ivanov’s daughter’s family. The Wests were renowned diplomats, aristocrats whose influence stretched far beyond pack borders.

KNOX The lone wolf family arrived on a Saturday morning in early October. I was informed by Grayson, who had been informed by Theo, who had received the initial contact the previous evening. A family of three: a woman named Petra, her husband Marcus, and their daughter Lila who was eight years old. They had been traveling for eleven days from the Sagebrush pack territory in eastern Oregon, which was approximately four hundred miles and a pack governance structure that Theo's intake notes described as "hostile to mixed-classification families."

Aurora said and walked away. West felt very awful. He sat down for a while and reflected on the conversation he just had with his wife. He could not understand how she could just give up on their daughter, something he was not able to do for fifteen years. He realized that all through the years, all he had on his mind was how to serve Roman better to buy his favor and hopefully, get his daughter back. He was determined to search all the orphanages in Ohio, in the whole country if he had to. He would bring his daughter back home and fix his family again.

I turned to Weston, his face a hard mask, eyes sharp. He looked about to blow when Miles spoke, defusing the situation, “Our parents are well. They’re spending the holiday in Aspen with some friends.” Dad was always an observant man, and he saw the signs, but he decided to plow right on through, ignoring Miles. “A little unfair, isn’t it? You’ve met your wife’s parents, but she hasn’t met yours? Kind of shady, if you ask me.” “Weston doesn’t talk . . .” Miles tried again, but Dad interrupted him.

He folded his hands on the desk, and before he could open his mouth, Weston was already talking. “He's so perfect! I can't wait for you guys to meet him! His name is Skyler, and he's the most adorable Omega I've ever met!” Weston gushed, and his father sat back with a proud smile on his face. “I'm very happy for you, but what was the important part that you wanted to talk to us about?” “It's where he's from. He's from Blackfoot Pack. Beta Eric chose him as a breeder for him and Tiffany. Obviously, he didn't want to do that, so he ran away,” Weston said.