AMELIA POVI wait until I hear the door close before I escape from the bathroom. Apparently, Jason vomited in more places than one. The bathroom reeks.I sigh, grabbing my folded clothes from the side table. I wish the interaction with my mates had gone better. But I just can't, in good conscious, act like it isn't happening. It's wrong. Even if the king's mating of humans ends, that is nothing compared to how our she-wolves are treated.I barely get my shirt over my head before there is a knock on my door. I throw on my sweats quickly, just as the knob turns."Afternoon, My Queen. The Kings asked for you to be escorted to your room. I will also let the cooks know you will need lunch," a stocky-looking wolf says as he enters my hospital room.His eyes hold steady but respectful, so I nod. I follow him from the room tentatively. Suddenly a second man is behind me, and my instincts take over. I drop down instantly. I swing my leg around, tripping the

Rated RMOON GODDESS'S POV.I watch with a happy heart as my beautiful great-granddaughter soothes her mates and their broken hearts.When they lost their family, they truly lost their way. It was awful seeing them lose someone year after year. These twin humans were so much better than my human mates.They loved wholeheartedly and were loyal beyond belief. If only I had seen the malicious intent behind the angelic faces of my mates. I could have saved myself so much pain. I sighEven with the matebond, I watch so many werewolves go through heartbreak. The wolf spirits love their mates completely and totally, but the human side, I sigh. Rejection, lies, power-hungry plots, manipulations, rape.... the list is endless. It is rare to find a pure human soul, but the twins are damn close, as was their mother. I owe them for all the pain they have experienced and will experience. I shudder at what is to come.I move towards my cabin. Part of my pla

AMELIA POVThe training field is impressive. It has wrestling mats, a track, multiple racks of training weapons, and plenty of wolf form sparing room. There is even an obstacle course that screams difficulty. No wonder the Royals are doing so well in the war. Their training equipment is to die for.One of my mates sent a pack link calling for the females about 15 mins ago, and I am super nervous about meeting the she-wolves of Riverstone. Will they be pleased with me as their Luna/queen? How are my fighting skills going to match up against professionally trained wolves? If I didn't have the twins on either side of me, I would have already bolted.Females are trickling into the field consistently and, while my nerves are at an all-time high, it's nice to see this many she-wolves in one place. I wouldn't say the female numbers match the males, but I'm betting it's close. Maybe a 65% to 35% ratio which is fantastic in this time.Burly number one, who I learned o

AMELIA POVEvery single insecurity I had at the beginning of the day is back, plus some. I can't believe I unleashed some kind of Goddess-related fighting abilities onto two omegas.Jackson's pretty apology can't erase the fact that he was somewhat correct. I heard them as we had left the field; they were scared of me. No matter if Jason explained or not, they would fear my power. They wouldn't come to me for comfort like most Lunas. They would come to me for protection. Which is okay, don't get me wrong, but I was supposed to be the mother figure towards the pack. Not a third father and protector. They already have an extra King for that. Jackson might have spoken from an angry and frustrated place, but he was still correct.I need to address the pack. I need to explain myself before I receive a reputation of being a bully. Although they know of my heritage and are excited, they are going to wonder why I would use that level of power on two small omegas. I ne

AMELIA POVI grumble out in pain as I rub my head. I have a huge knot on the back of my head that has crusty dried blood all around it. What the hell hit me?Eve and I were running...Amelia-..Eve? Eve, you thereSilence. My heart rate elevates. If I can't contact Eve, then I am in trouble. I look around and see a typical prison cell. It's mostly clean and even has a toilet. I raise my eyebrows, nice. I check the rest of my body for injuries but find none good. Escaping is easier when you don't have a limp. And someone was nice enough to lend my human body some clothes: a ratty shirt and too big basketball shorts. But at least I am not naked. And I have no arousal smells on me. So they dressed my form honorably.They must have disconnected me from Eve, but no worries, been there, done this. Being a rogue for five years definitely taught me some things. I stand up and head to the toilet. I do my business quickly, not liking the open bars. There isn'