“Why does Jake want me?” Destiny asked as she trotted hastily beside Serra. “I have no idea,” Serra replied, walking rapidly towards the Alpha office.  “Is it regarding my visions?” Destiny asked. “Probably,” Serra gave a one-word answer which frustrated Destiny. Serra was being weird today and the way she was running towards Jake's office. It looked like she had to catch a flight! She found Jake and Sam near the Manor's entrance. She sucked in a breath as her eyes met Jake's. He smiled at her, she suddenly wanted to bury herself in the ground. It was impossible to not feel like pinning him against the wall and tearing that back shirt off him. His usually sleek hair was slightly messed up but in a good way. As if he had just returned from a run, a few dark bangs hung over his forehead, giving him a bad boy look. He had probably caught her gawking at him, so his smiles broadened, and he gave her a wink. Destiny flushed and averted her

The spicy, delicious smell filled the hallways as Jake wandered towards the kitchen. Following the aroma, he pushed open the big doors to the kitchen and leaned at the entrance to watch. Destiny was bent over a pot, her ass looked firm and taut in the tight shorts she wore. She looked tempting and smelled delectable. Her spicy, cinnamon smell blended beautifully with the aroma floating in the air. His wolf growled in appreciation. It was happier and much more tamed since Eliza had moved out of the picture. He wondered if making out in the kitchen would be a good idea when his wayward thoughts were distracted, as Destiny started to dance with one of the girls on the rock music coming out of a boom box that he didn't even know existed in the kitchen.  He stepped into the kitchen. Destiny spun around and dashed right into his arms. Startled, she took a step back and stopped. He smiled and started to gyrate to the music. Destiny was quick enough to follow his le

Rodney stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the sounds of people in misery. The wolves he was holding captive were all loyal to Richard. He walked over to one of the women who was chained naked, on her knees, with her arms behind her. She immediately began growling at him, and he smiled at her, unimpressed. He looked at her with amusement. “Maybe if you continue to behave yourself, you'll get lucky, and I'll keep you for myself.”  She spit at him.  “It's either that or I give you to my betas. Trust me, no matter how unpleasant you think I might be, it could be worse.” He grinned again and turned.He left the room and headed for the stairs.  He had several meetings to attend. Eliza would be mated to him that evening. Then the rest of the pack would fall in line. He figured that he could keep her around until he had complete control of the pack, and then he coul

Destiny was nervous. She had never been a part of the luminal, the moonlight bond. It was an old ritual and performed in only a few packs.  The mated or about to be mated couple assembled under the full moon and received blessings from Luna. Unlike the pack run and other parties, it wasn't just about mating and rutting. It was a sacred ceremony.  The high priests adorned the couple's bodies with sacred tattoos. Juices from the moonflower also known as morning glory were combined with some herbs which held magical properties. It was sunk beneath the skin in intricate patterns. It was said that the stronger the glow, the stronger would be the bond. When Jake asked her if she would like to be part of the ceremony before their mating. She had readily agreed.  She walked quietly through the woods towards the Lake, leading the other mated and betrothed girls of the pack. The shimmering pool of water basked in the glow of the moon. The pack was already presen

Destiny was having a nightmare. Or at least she thought she was. Her mother was screaming, chained to a wall, bleeding. She kept calling her name, but Destiny couldn't respond. It was so real, but it had to be a nightmare. She didn't like the way she could taste the metal, smell the tang of blood, feel the misery. No, this was not a place of dreams, it had to be real, but it couldn't be.' Destiny help me, please. Please, please help me. They're going to kill me. Please. Help.' The agony in the voice was unbearable, there was such pain and misery in her voice, she couldn't handle it all. She pushed herself violently up from the bed, throwing Jake's arm off her and waking him up. She threw off the covers and rushed to the bathroom, she could still smell the blood and her tongue felt coated in metal. She splashed cold water on her face, attempting to clear everything away. Furthermore, she was dreaming about her