The following day, after saying their goodbyes, Zoe, Ryder, Nick, Darina, and the palace guards left in the helicopter. It took a couple hours to get there, but Zoe and Ryder enjoyed the ride.They watched in disbelief as the enormous palace came into view. It was all white with gold accents. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. The helicopter landed on a large flat service on the palace roof. About a dozen people were waiting as they descended the steps of the helicopter."Zoe, Ryder, this is my assistant, Heron." Nick introduced them to an average-built man with thin grey hair. He looked at Zoe with tears in his eyes as he bowed to the young couple."It's so good to see you again, princess, and to meet you, young prince. We have been anxiously awaiting your arrival. This is Orson; he's the palace's butler and will ensure all your needs are met." Heron looked toward a tall thin man with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He bowed to them."Good afternoon," Or
Five Years LaterRyder was sitting behind his desk listening to an alpha from a nearby pack discuss rogues attacking his pack. Unfortunately, the rogues have become a big problem recently. Ryder agreed to send a few warriors with him to see if they could help find and eliminate the rogues. Once the alpha left, Ryder ran upstairs to his and Zoe's bedroom. When he walked inside, Zoe was lying there waiting on the physician. She smiled at him."How are you feeling?" He asked, rubbing her swollen belly. She was getting ready to deliver their second pup. A female, this time, they had decided to name Samira. Their son Lucas was being kept busy by Darina and Nick until his sister's arrival. "I feel great. Did you have time to meet with the alpha?" Zoe asked. She wasn't really having any pain, but Lyra said it was time."Yeah, I sent a few warriors with him to help with the rogues." They turned toward the door when there was a knock. Dr. Brenton Dean stuck his head in.
10 Years LaterJessi's P.O.V. The day has finally come. The day I can show the world that I'm more than just a she-wolf and the daughter of a warrior. I have been waiting for this day my entire life. As I pack my suitcase, I feel a mixture of emotions. Excitement to finally prove myself, nervousness that they will disqualify me just because I'm female, and fear that I'm not good enough. I'm eighteen, and people often underestimate me based on my looks and size. Men have told me I'm beautiful with my long black hair and dark brown eyes, but I don't really care about my looks. I've been training to be a warrior since I was four, and I'm stronger than people give me credit for. I knew from the time I was a pup that this was my destiny. King Ryder and Queen Zoe have always encouraged me to be what I want. What I want is to be a warrior at the palace. Growing up in the Dark Moon Guardians Pack and being the daughter of the lead warrior gave me ac
Jessi's P.O.V. I stare at the man who just said mate, and I can't move. Who is this man who is obviously my mate? Am I seeing things? Was I kicked in the head too many times because he can't be real? When he smiles, my knees get weak. He's well over a foot taller than me and so muscular I want to run my fingers over every crevice of his hard body, but maybe first, I should speak. "Uh, wh…, wh…, ho.." Yeah, that's not what I meant when I said I should speak. What's wrong with me? Men don't make me tongue-tied. Did my tongue swell? That's the only explanation I have for not being able to form a complete sentence. He continues looking at me, and now I'm getting mad. He sees I'm struggling here. Can't he take the initiative and say something? Maybe I didn't say anything out loud, so he didn't hear me act like a fool just now. I get ready to sigh in relief when the male god begins talking. "It's nice to meet you, Jessi." The way he says my nam
Wyatt's P.O.V. I look down at Jessi as we walk toward my office. Is it possible to love someone at first sight? In just the few minutes I've known her, she's impressed, teased, made me laugh, and made me desire her.When she took off running at the training facility, I was initially frozen in disbelief. She was gone like the wind. Once I snapped out of it and saw where she was heading, I took a different route to cut her off. I felt like a pup again chasing her through the royal gardens, not caring who was watching. I hadn't had that much fun in a long time. It didn't hurt that she was hot as hell, either. Her little tight shorts and sports bra left nothing to the imagination. I saw how some of the men looked at her, and it made me want to rip their heads off; she's mine. I pull her inside when we reach my office, locking the door behind us. I want to kiss her, but I also want her to want to be kissed. How much experience does she have in that depar
Jessi's P.O.V. I look at myself in the mirror and frown. I never look right in dresses, and this one shows a lot of skin. I don't mind the skin when I'm in my training gear and basically one of the guys, but in a dress, I feel like it draws unwanted attention. I put my hair up in a twist leaving a few loose strands to frame my face. I take one last deep breath hoping Wyatt doesn't think I look too absurd. When I open the door, my breath catches in my throat. Wyatt is wearing a black suit and a black button-up shirt. Dressed that way, he looks mysterious and sexy. Hello James Bond. He turns toward me, and my face gets hot as his eyes run over my body. "I know I look ridiculous. Should I change?" I ask while taking a couple steps toward the closet. "Are you kidding? You look phenomenal. I would tell you to change because I don't want any other man looking at you. However, I kind of what everyone looking at you so they can be gree
Jessi's P.O.V. I walk over to the rogue, still bleeding out on the ground. The blade I used is specifically made to kill wolves and lycans. It has a protective film, so it won't harm me. However, once it enters the body of a wolf or lycan, the film dissolves, and silver releases into their system. I squat down next to him and pull my knife out of his head, careful not to touch the blade. He's not my first kill and won't be my last. "Good job, little wolf." I look up and see the recruits I'd tried out with, including the jerk who called me 'little wolf.' I don't like being called little wolf. Do I look like a pup? I stand up with my blade in my hand. "Thanks, but don't call me little wolf," I say, turning around to walk over to where Wyatt is standing with the king and queen. The man grabs my arm and stops me. "My name is Trevor. I know you said Wyatt is your mate, but I'm sure you haven't marked each other, so why don't you come
Jessi's P.O.V. I can see Wyatt trying everything he can to keep up the charade while I continue to stroke him. I lean forward and kiss his neck, where I plan on marking him. He moans when he feels my lips on him. "Are you ready to be marked?" I ask him while running my tongue along his collarbone. I feel him shiver, and it excites me. I love having this power over a man. It's exhilarating. "You can mark me first, and then I'll mark you," I pull back in surprise, looking into his eyes. Typically men demanded to mark their mate first like it was a power play. For him to say I can mark him first shows me that he really does consider us equals. "Are you sure?" I ask while looking for any hesitation. He smiles and leans down to kiss me until I'm breathless. "I'm positive. You're the one with all the control here. Mark me, Jessi, and make me yours." I feel like crying with happiness. As I get ready to sink my canines into hi