LOGAN Titan stepped out of the light, and we walked over to our beautiful mate. Her Lycan form is hard not to look at because she Is simply the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. That’s when I remember that this is the first time that Titan and Skye meet. I know they talk to one another thr
“Di d our true matebond cause Logan’s mate to reject him?” she asks. “No. It was a choice she herself took.” The moon goddess tells her, and Liv looks relieved. I turn to her and pull her into my arms. Then I ask the moon goddess. “Is there anything else?” “Yes. Your bloodline comes from the las
OLIVIA What a night. Never in my life did I think I would become a wolf and a lycan. Oh, and a potential queen for our entire race. I am lying in bed looking out the window, watching the sun beginning to show, when an arm comes around me. “Morning, beautiful.” Logan’s husky voice sounds in my ear
OLIVIA After a lovely and relaxing morning, we got out of bed and went for breakfast with the rest of the pack. Packmembers stood up when we entered the dining hall and bowed their heads. “Alpha, Luna.” They all said as we went to sit at the head table with our family. When we are all seated, they
I look around and find Sandra standing with two friends as she is yelling at another girl. The girl must be one of the omegas working here in the house. She looks as if she is close to crying and has marks on her face, clearly showing that someone has hit her. “What is going on here?” I ask, and ev
OLIVIA After I left the hall, I walked into the library. I want to learn more about the Lycans and how they fought, trained, and, more importantly, learn about their strength. I first went over to the computer and typed in one word, “lycan" several titles came up on the screen. My eyes landed on o
After nearly hundred and fifty years, the king died, even though the crown air did his very best to protect her. His mother, the Queen, was killed shortly after, and they never found out who did it. After more than a hundred years of his father’s strict and ruthless rule, the people hoped the new k
OLIVIA I am on our floor when I hear the small running feet coming up the stairs. And before I know it, Rose comes running into the room we have agreed to make into a nursery. “Hey, Mom.” She says happily when she hugs me. It’s incredible how fast she began calling me mom, but I don’t mind. She is