

The Delta's Daughter - Book 1
In a realm where the human race has fallen and shifters now rule, comes the epic adventure of The Delta’s Daughter. All Lamia ever wanted was to serve her prince, become the Delta to the New Moon Kingdom, find her mate and live happily ever after. But the fates had other ideas. Love, tragedy, and betrayal follow Lamia as she discovers her family’s heritage. With the mark of a royal, an unbreakable bond with the prince, and a wolf from the king’s past wanting to claim her for himself: Follow this epic tale as she grows into the strongest shifter in the realm and faces challenges, war, heartache, and love. It's all sweet and innocent… until it isn’t. A dark and dangerous adventure awaits.Chapter 1 Chapter 1 – The Delta's Daughter
MARCUS (The Delta) Marcus, meet me in my office now The King's mind link reached me, his tone held an underlay of annoyance. I sighed, knowing this probably had something to do with my daughter. Yes, your highness. I’m on my way. I replied as I turned in my direction and headed back to the Palace. Making my way to the King's office through the main foyer of the palace, there were a few young wolves that were lounging around on the big sofas that were placed on the other side of the stone columns that lined both sides of the hall, creating archways and a high ceiling. And in each arch hung a chandelier, donning tiny crystals, that cast little sparkling lights across the ceilings from the rays of the sun that shone through the crescent windows, some creating a light prism that gave the effect of magic, even in the afternoon sun. Once upon a time, about 200 years ago, this had been the site of a magnificent castle, very medieval looking, until an uprising had burnt it to the ground and the new King built the Palace, or rather, like a very, very big mansion. It was rebuilt in sandstone and white marble, with large, heavy double oak doors leading into the entryway with white marble floors. The palace stood 5 stories tall, the top floor being for the Royal Family. The fourth floor was for the Beta and Delta families. The third and second held around 50 rooms each, and corridors spread out either side of the main palace building, giving it a hotel kind of feel and look, with 25 rooms on each side and in the center of the floors that had balconies looking down into the main foyer, there were recreation rooms on both 2nd and 3rd floor. These additions were added around 45 years ago, before our now king Alexander, by his father. The third floor was used mainly for guest rooms when events were held and the second floor housed our young unmated warriors, girls to the right, and boys to the left. When a werewolf turned 18 and was chosen to be a royal warrior or guard, they would be moved into the palace pack house, as I like to call it, so they were closer to training and their superiors. The ground floor east wing held the kitchens, dining room, and ballroom, and in the back, the staff bedrooms, and then the basement were the laundry rooms. The west wing held conference rooms and a small gym. However, as the Royal Delta, I did not live in the castle, so our Beta Mike and his mate pretty much had the whole floor to themselves. My wife and I had decided after the birth of our daughter we would move into a small cottage situated behind the castle on the other side of the training grounds. It was a 10min walk to the Palace and a shorter walk to the training grounds. It was my job to oversee all the training of young warriors and royal guards. It was also my job to place warriors in positions that suited their skills as well as help our Beta to secure borders and handle any battle strategies. I walked up the main stairs to the fifth floor where the king’s office was located and knocked on the large wooden door. “Enter.” I heard the king on the other side. I opened the door, closing it swiftly behind me. Please don’t let this be about my daughter, again. The King was sitting casually behind the large oak desk with his feet up, dressed in black slacks and a blue button-up shirt. Making his eyes a brighter blue than they already were. At least they weren’t dark, which means he wasn’t pissed and it eased my mind a little. “Al,” I said, giving him a curt nod, still praying to the Goddess that my daughter hadn’t messed shit up again. “Marcus,” he sighed, narrowing his steel blue eyes at me, but before he could carry on, the door opened and his Beta walked in, nodding his head at me and clapping me on the shoulder. He took a seat in one of the brown leather chairs facing the desk, and I followed suit in the matching chair beside him. “Jeesh Mike, what the fuck happened to you?” I asked as I looked at our Beta and his bruised face and split lip. “Lamia, that’s what happened.” He replied with a small grin on his face and ran his hand through his disheveled hair, his hazel eyes holding a twinkle when he said Lamia’s name. I looked at the King and back to the Beta, shifting in my seat, feeling an unease settle in my stomach. My attention going back to the King, I sighed and rested my elbows on my knees holding my head in my hands. “What the fuck happened? What did she do now?” I asked, almost dreading the answer. I peeked up from my hands at the Beta and King and they both had smirks on their faces. King Alexander dropped his feet to the ground and leaned forward on his desk. I sat up a little straighter as his expression became serious. “I want Lamia to move into the palace. And I want her to start training with the Elite Guard.” The King stated. I looked from him to the Beta, who was still smirking. “Marcus,” The Beta Mike started. “Your daughter has superseded you, her own father's training, the best warrior and fighter, the royal delta. She is strong and kicked my ass today. As you can see, her technique is flawless, and her wolf, well, her wolf speaks for itself.” I looked at them stunned, they want my 15-year-old daughter to come and live in the Palace with the warriors. No. She was too young. Her mother would have a fit. The warrior’s quarters were no place for a 15-year-old she-wolf. Never mind the fact my daughter was indeed probably the strongest wolf in the realm; physically she could handle herself but, maturity? I wasn’t so sure. “No, no, No!” I laughed “Lamia will not be living with warriors! She’s 15 for Goddess's sake! She will not be around horny male wolves that are of age!” I looked at the king, my next statement aimed at him. “Al, what do you think Vivian is going to say about this? She is not going to let it happen, and neither will the Queen! And if you try to push this, I won’t have to do anything, because they will both have your head on a spike! And you know it!” I turned to look at our Beta. “And Mike, you know Olivia will chop your balls off when she hears of this!” Both the King and Beta were looking at me, the corners of their mouths turned up. I looked at them, turning from one to the other with wide eyes. Is this a joke to them? My daughter was unruly, and tough but also loyal. Very loyal! Especially to the Prince. This was my daughter and pretty much their niece they were talking about. I felt myself stiffen and my wolf pushed to the front. I clenched my fists tightly, closing my eyes; I could feel them burning the lids, reigning in my annoyance. I took a deep breath. The three of us had been friends for a long time. Al and Mike had grown up together. Mike's father was the beta before him, as his son Michael jr. will be to the prince. I came from the River moon pack to train here when I was 18 for the royal guard. I am the third son of a strong Alpha and met my mate a year after I moved here, my beautiful wife Vivian, who is also of Alpha blood. Because I have two older brothers, I was not in line for the Alpha title but was offered third in command after becoming best friends with these two goofballs sitting here with me. We have had a strong friendship since then; even our respected mates became best friends. So much so that Queen Sarah and my mate Vivian gave birth on the same day, minutes apart from each other. Kellen, the King and Queen’s son, was born only minutes before my daughter Lamia. Of course, all our children grew up close to each other, we were family, but there was an unmistakable bond between Prince Kellen and Lamia. The strangest thing was they were both born with identical birthmarks, a crown that only royalty was born with. Yet Lamia had not come from royal blood, just Alpha, and still, the Moon Goddess had blessed her with the mark of a crown on her right hip, the opposite hip to where Prince Kellen’s crown was. They were always holding hands and hated to be away from each other and always insisted on celebrating their birthdays together. Vivian and the Queen were convinced they would grow up to be mates. And I have to say, it truly wouldn’t surprise me if they were. Especially with what happened the day of their eighth birthday and Lamias matching birthmark. We had been in the palace gardens celebrating their birthday. There were tons of pups bouncing around, playing, eating, and having a good time. Kellen and Lamia had wandered to the far end of the garden, in their own world as they usually were, when suddenly a rogue came running straight out from the bushes and making a beeline towards the prince. Faster than any wolf could have reacted and made it to them, my little Lamia had pushed the prince out of the way and behind her, she stood her ground letting out a growl that moved trees! The rogue had hesitated and turned his attention to Lamia. I could feel the fear from every wolf around us at what was happening, myself, the king, and the guards rushing toward them. But not Lamia! This tiny little eight-year-old, still stood her ground defending her prince against a full-grown rogue. There was no sign of fear. There was no hesitation from her to protect her friend. To me, everything happened in slow motion that day, but in reality, it was only a few seconds before the rogue had been tackled and taken down. Since that day, the two had formed an inseparable bond. We call them the ‘quasi twins’ because that is what they act like. And at 14, when Lamia and Kellen both got their wolves, (which in itself was an early age to get a wolf, unless you were an Alpha or of royal blood, usually you would gain your wolf and transform on your 16th birthday), they forged the ability to mind link with each other, feel each other’s emotions. They were connected in a similar way to twins or mates. Now where there was one, the other followed. I averted my attention back to the king and beta, “Why?” I asked. “Why do you want her to move into the palace?” The king took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, his blue eyes giving me a concerned look. “Marcus, Lamia is a niece to me and to Mike; she is a sister to the boys. I would never have your fifteen-year-old live on the warrior’s floor. She is too young. She would stay with us, in the Palace, until she turns 16. After that, I want to send her to Alpha and Beta training With Kellen and Mike jr. They will be gone for a little over a year, attending the academy. Once home they will finish the remainder of the year here in their regular high school, with advanced classes.” He paused and looked at the Beta, who picked up the conversation from there. “Lamia has Alpha blood in her veins, she may not become an Alpha, she may become a Luna, either way, she is such a strong warrior, mentally and physically. We all know the King's command doesn’t even affect her and the only reason she listens to his command or anyone else’s is out of respect because it’s the right thing to do. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s one person in this entire realm that can make her do something she doesn’t want to.”“Plus,” the king started, “In addition to our commands having no effect on her, she beat the shit out of the Royal Beta –“ “Hey now!” Mike said, giving the king a glare. “Come on Mike, she put you on the ground so many times today. I thought you were liking how the dirt tasted”. The king laughed at his Beta before his expression changed and looked back at me. “Seriously Marcus, I’m pretty sure that little girl could give me a run for my money and I’m the fucking King! It worries me and to be honest, it’s a little scary!” The king finished as he rose from his chair and looked out the large window into the palace gardens. He scrubbed his face with his hands. “Al and I have spoken about this. We personally think she would benefit from the Alpha training. There’s a lot more to the training and school than just fighting. Besides, Kellen will need his protector. She is a skilled fighter but she needs to learn how to work within a unit and lead and we think this is the best course of action for her. None of us know what Lamia was born to do, but as her family, we want the best for her and whether she is meant to be a protector or lead, we all want her to have the best training she can possibly get.” Mike finished while letting out a small laugh at his last line. I let out a sigh, a little heavier this time, and stretched my legs out. Indeed, she was his protector. And now my little girl would be going for Alpha training. “So, what? Now I don’t get a say in my daughter's upbringing. I’m just going leave it to you two knuckleheads?” To say I was a little annoyed was an understatement. I looked at the Beta scowling, meeting his dark hazel eyes. I saw compassion in them and a hint of pride. Maybe they did want what was best for Lamia, maybe I am just being way too overprotective of a father. I knew in my heart this was what was right. I knew Lamia would be over the moon, and I also knew the structure would be good for her development, not just as a warrior, but as a leader. We all knew she was born to lead, born to protect, born to fight. My daughter was definitely something else. Some would even say a force to be reckoned with. When she shifted for the first time on her fourteenth birthday along with the prince, it had taken us all by surprise. Prince Kellen had wanted her next to him for his first shift. Little did we know Lamia had also gotten her wolf and her wolf had decided to also come out. That wasn’t the surprising part. What took everyone’s breath away and stunned us was her wolf was HUGE, as big as the Princes, and her wolf was Pitch black with a white stripe across her eyes and emanated power that of a royal. While usually, a wolf will look somewhat like their human counterpart, like the fur matching the hair color or the skin tone. Hers did not. The only common thing they had were their emerald eyes, which sparkled and glowed when in wolf form. Royal wolves were usually black or silver. When Prince Kellen shifted into his silver wolf no one thought much of it, but when Lamia shifted, there were murmurs and whispers. Her wolf was such a big contrast to her strawberry blond streaked hair and naturally olive skin. Although she did gain a black streak in her hair that night, which was odd considering. After that night, the three of us, the King, Beta, and I, hit the history books, looking for a prophecy of a black wolf with a white stripe across its eyes. But we were happy to say we found nothing. It was more out of shock and curiosity about her wolf form than anything else. I rubbed my eyes and took my attention back to the present. Taking a few seconds to come to terms with my decision. “ OK, but you –“I pointed at the King “get to tell Vivian and Sarah, because I am not, will not be the one to break it to them.”“No, no, no, no. How about the three of us; tell our mates together, tonight. Over dinner.” The king laughed. He knew we were all in trouble with this decision. He walked to the mini-bar, took out three glasses, and poured the amber liquid into the crystal glasses. “Good, now it's settled, let us toast to Lamia’s new and bright path.” The king handed us each a glass and we all sipped. “Or let us take our last drink because our wives are going to chop our balls off tonight!” Mike laughed while lifting his glass as we nodded, agreeing with his assumptions. The warm and harsh taste of liquid went down my throat. Dear Goddess, Viv was going to kill me for making this choice. But I also knew Lamia was going to be ecstatic and that thought made me smirk as I brought the glass back to my lips.
Chapter 2 Chapter 2 – Alpha Academy
LAMIA (TWO YEARS LATER) I was bopping along to my music on the way back to the dorms from an awesome morning of training. I was heading to my room for a much-needed shower and change before my classes. I didn’t think the instructors would be too happy if I turned up sweaty and bloody for their class. I had already been warned about that once. In my defense, I had been distracted and was running late. However, I guess that wasn’t a good enough excuse, especially since I refused to tell them what had distracted me. I liked boys, of course, I did! But what I didn’t like was the hot-headed Alphas thinking they could corner me and put their hands on me whenever they wanted to. Like that idiot, Summer’s from a western pack did. Thinking he was all badass and shit and was going to make me submit. HA! What a laugh! I smirked at the memory of him cornering me just outside the girl’s dorm door, caging me in, and taking a big whiff of my scent. Told me how he was going to ‘make me scream his name and submit to him. At first, it was kinda hot! But at 16 and just arriving here, I really knew nothing about sex. Nor did I really want to. But it was his next words that pissed me the fuck off. ‘ When I’m done with your whore pussy, I will let the other boys take a turn and see if you scream for them like you will me’ We had only been here for two weeks, and Summer's was a graduating Alpha. I think he thought he could take advantage of the new girl. I had tried to step away, not wanting to cause a scene, but his hand had pushed me back against the wall. Hard. Not allowing me to move. My wolf, Inanna, had her hackles up immediately and my level of calm became nonexistent. Nobody! Not anyone, including the damn king, was allowed to treat us that way. So needless to say, I had to put him in his place in front of all his buddies and fucked him up. It took four of his friends to hold me back and a few instructors to calm me down as I wasn’t done spilling his blood. When Kel and Mike found out, they were definitely pissed and wanted blood, but as usual, they knew I had taken care of it. They had both just wrapped their arms around me, providing much-needed emotional support. They were my best friends in the whole world and Kel was pretty much a brother. We have been at the Alpha academy school for a little over a year now, almost two, only being allowed to go back home for traditional holidays. Alpha training was intense, and grueling but also very satisfying. My wolf was loving the workout, as was I. Aside from training, the Academy kept us up to date with normal school lessons as well as a history of our realm and wolves. We were taught how to lead a pack and the fundamentals of running 'said pack'. They were grooming us to become leaders. The dynamics of being at this school allowed us to form bonds and alliances with other packs in the kingdom. For Kellen and other Alphas, this was essential. For me, not so much. I wasn’t an Alpha and wouldn’t be taking over any pack. I wouldn’t even be following in my father's footsteps to become the next Royal Delta. Even though I was happy to be with my two best friends and have this opportunity, I still wasn’t sure what my place was. Maybe they thought I would become a Luna to some Alpha. I know they (our parents) thought Kellen and I would be mates, or at least they hoped. Kellen and I were close, but we didn't have feelings like that for each other, more like brother and sister. Besides, I had always had a crush on someone else. However, as much as I have enjoyed being at the Alpha Academy, I missed home. I missed my parents and I missed our other friends from high school (what little I had). The people attending this school, for the most part, were stuck up their own asses and I hadn’t really forged many good friendships. Most of the girls stayed away, always intimidated by my power, or I was too Tom-boyish, I guess. That and they all envied my relationship with Kellen and Mike. The boys only talked to me if they were hitting on me or had to if we were in training. They were also intimidated by my strength. I can’t blame them. What Alpha, wants their asses handed to them by a girl every single time they step in the ring with me. Don’t get me wrong, I have made some wonderful friends here, friendships that I hope will carry on even after we return to the Royal pack. I reached the girls' dorm door and headed up to the second floor where my room was. The Alpha school was for future Alphas, Luna, Betas, and, if you were wealthy, some third in command. I was not classed as any of these, but the king had wanted me to be well versed in all positions, so not only was I taking Alpha training and classes, but also Luna classes (boring). My father said I needed the Luna training to ‘soften’ me up a little and meet some females my age, plus chances were I would end up being mated to an Alpha. What did I need females for? I had a mom to explain all the bees and the birds and my two best friends to hang out with and get into trouble with. However, as I made my way into my room (luckily I didn’t share with anyone), I thought about Kira, who I had come to meet and become friends with in the past year. We were so not anything alike, but we meshed. Kira was a beautiful girl first and only born to the Alpha of the Pacific Moon pack and her father was sure she would be mated to an Alpha and so, hence, she was sent here. She had beautiful curly brown hair and deep brown eyes with a light skin tone. She was shorter than me but had a figure to die for and knew just how to dress to kill. She was sassy, headstrong, and cussed like a sailor but all in a delicate feminine way. She never wore too much make-up, just enough to enhance her doe eyes and make her lips look plumper. I opened the door to my room, kicked off my shoes and pulled my sports bra over my head, and threw it at my bed. The room didn’t have much; a double bed, dresser, and stand which was a dull brown, and a plaid loveseat with a red rug that was thrown over the hardwood floor. The two other doors in the room led to the closet and the small bathroom which housed a sink, vanity, and shower all decorated in white tiles. I threw the rest of my clothes on the bathroom floor, turned the shower on, and stepped in, washing the dirt and sweat from my body. I especially loved it when training was intense. The more brutal, the better. I sighed as the warm water ran down my body. Not too many bruises today because I wasn’t sparing with instructors, just Beta’s and Alphas. I hated that, it always meant I needed to go easy and not show my full power. When I got out, I dressed in black skinny jeans and a light grey open-neck sweater that hung just above my hips and a little off the shoulders with a pair of black knee-high boots. Kira had insisted I buy the outfit. She said I was too hot to wear baggy jeans and tee’s all the time. And I have to say, I loved the outfit, perfect for fall, my favorite season. I combed my strawberry blond hair and applied a little clear lip gloss and added some mascara to make my green eyes pop. I wasn’t bad looking. I was tall, taller than the average she-wolf at just over 5’ 10”, and muscular. Not like weight-lifting muscles but nicely toned features and defined stomach muscles. I could be a little intimidating to some, especially with my one natural black streak that flowed down the left side of my hair, my muscular frame, and my height. “What up bitch!” I turned to see Kira’s bouncy curls and head coming in my door. I nodded my head, motioning her to come into my room. She would usually just walk in. I’m not sure if she even knows how to knock. “So are we heading out to shop for an outfit for tomorrow night after classes?” She said, taking a seat on the end of my bed. There’s an ‘abandoned manor’ on the grounds where upper-classmen would hold parties at. The instructors and staff at the school would turn a blind eye to our party, but would always be close enough to make sure nothing drastic happened and things didn’t get out of hand. Sometimes some of the returning previous Alphas would make a presence as if to chaperone. Alpha classes and training could be extended until you are ready to take over a pack or 21. “Yeah sure, why don’t I link Kellen and see if he and Mike want to come to hang out too? If you don’t mind?”“Yep, sounds good.” She replied, standing up and smoothing her beige knee-length skirt and white rolled cashmere sweater, a small smile on her face accompanied by a mischievous glint in her eye. With that, we both headed out the door and down to our classes. She had a Luna class and I had a strategy class. The only classes we had together were the design ones, which were boring. I could never see myself decorating a pack house or choosing colors for events and decorating. Or choosing and arranging flowers. I had to laugh at myself. Whereas Kira had an eye for this type of stuff, I had an eye for battle strategy. I got that from my father and I was proud of it! Hey Kel you there? I tried to mind-link him and, of course, got a reply right away. what’s up beautiful? I just got into classKira and I are going out after class for something to wear tomorrow. Do you and Mike wanna come and get something to eat afterward? I waited a few seconds knowing he was asking his Beta. Mike says yes, haha. So yeah, let's meet by my car after. With that, we shut the mind link down, for now. The four of us were definitely a unit and we welcomed Kira into our little group almost immediately. ***** KELLEN Mike and I stood leaning against my truck, waiting for Lamia and Kira to meet up with us. They wanted to go buy new outfits for a party tomorrow night. There was always a party happening somewhere on Friday nights and along with the party came alcohol and she-wolves. I grinned at my last thought. As an Alpha and next in line for the throne, I always had girls around me; I was definitely a chick magnet. But I always knew it was my looks, my money, and my title. Never my personality. That didn’t matter to these ladder-climbing she-wolves. Either way, in the past few months, I haven’t been one to turn down a good-looking and willing she-wolf. I had been saving myself for my mate, unlike Mike, until we went to one of these parties and had way too much to drink and found a small brunet, whose name I don’t even remember, who was very convincing and found her lips wrapped around my cock, which led to her straddling me and my hormones taking over. I finally understood why Mike was a man whore and I was in danger of becoming one myself. A lot of alcohol and a seductive girl and I couldn’t control my urges. Pathetic but, hey, I’m male and an Alpha at that. We tend to have more primal urges and find it hard to control those sides of our emotions. Usually, a good run, sparing or sex would keep our wolves complacent. “So we do get to watch the girls try on clothes, right?” Mike asked, curling his lips into a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him. “Dude, you do realize they are like sisters, right?” It was his turn to roll his eyes at me now. Mike was definitely a player, the girls couldn’t resist his stocky tall build and mischievous hazel eyes that always showed his playful side. “Goddess damn!” he let out a low whistle as we watched the girls walking over the common grounds to us. “One day man, one day. If she doesn’t turn out to be your mate, oh how I would love for those long legs to wrap around me-” I cut him off with a low growl. “ OK, OK,” he said. “She’s off limits, I get it. Every she-wolf wants to be like her and every wolf wants her. ” He sighed and nudged my shoulder playfully. I growled again. They would have to go through me before any wolf touched her. “It's not that, she’s like my sister. You know that. And yes, I am quite aware of how hot Lamia is. And I don’t want to hear how my best friend, who also grew up with her, wants to fuck her!” I raised my voice slowly, becoming a little agitated at how Mike was still looking at the approaching girls. As I watched Lamia and Kira make their way over to us, I couldn’t help seeing what a beautiful woman Lamia had started to grow into. Her long reddish-blond hair hung over her bare shoulders just touching the top of her perky and full breasts that today were covered over by a form-fitting, off-shoulder grey sweater. Her tight jeans clung to her toned thighs and hugged her heart-shaped ass. Even at this distance, I could see her piercing emerald eyes under her dark lashes and pouty lips. Her long boots had a slight heel that made her almost as tall as most male wolves. She was strong looking, but also had the body of a supermodel, and what dominant male, Alpha, would not want that? Me, I didn’t want it. Lies. My god, she was beautiful and I had seen her naked a handful of times, since she had lived with me in the Royal Quarters of the Palace, by accident, of course, and before we got the mind link under control we would accidentally link or project images of ourselves to each other without even knowing it. But no, I could appreciate her beauty and admire her figure, but I just couldn’t see my Lamia in that kind of way. She was a sister, wasn’t she? Again lies. Not blood, but we were connected like twins. Our bond was forged from the day we were both born under the blue moon after a bloody battle. Even more so, when she was ready to give her life for mine at just the tender age of 8, we were pretty much inseparable. We always knew where the other was. She had become my protector, which could sometimes be embarrassing because, boy have I been teased about a girl protecting me, but I also knew how strong and fierce she was and wouldn’t want anyone else watching my back. And the teasing stopped at the Royal pack when everyone else realized she was a freaking’ badass too. At the age of fifteen, my father had requested she move into the royal wing with us, even though she only lived a short distance away. He wanted her to learn the royal duties with me and thought her living with us would give her more insight. It didn’t seem as strange to me as it did to others outside of the family. Her mother, Aunt Viv, was pissed, to say the least, but eventually, both she and her husband, Uncle Marcus gave in and understood. Lamia was trained to be a Queen and then was sent here to the Alpha Academy. In the beginning, I figured it was because everyone thought we would end up being mated, but I quickly found out it had more to do with fear. At least, on my father’s part, he held some fear of Lamia and that’s why he wanted to keep her close. Lamia was strong and smart and her wolf was a force to be reckoned with. She was stronger than anyone I had ever met or knew, which included me and the King, and because she could dismiss an order and resist the King's power, that made her dangerous. At the age of fifteen, countless times in training in the Royal pack, she would hand our Beta as well as her Father their asses. I’m not even sure anyone could take her on here at the Academy. Even with all her badass skills and power, she was still tender at heart. She was kind unless you got on her bad side or threatened me, and her heart was pure and vulnerable, she had a beautiful view of the world and tried to find the best in all people and situations. Her tender side wasn’t something many got to see, but I had and that was how I needed to protect her from the world. She protected me against threats and I protected her heart. So I could never see her as anything more than a sister, could I? The love I have for her only grew with each day. And I hoped she would one day find her mate in our pack so she would never have to leave me. I don’t think I could handle not having her around, that’s how close and connected we were. Mike pushed himself off the side of my truck and stretched his arms out to the approaching girls. “All I’m saying, Kellen, is if the opportunity fell in my lap I would never push Lamia off.” He took a step towards them and snaked one arm around Lamia, pushing himself in between the girls, draping his other arm over Kira’s shoulders. I pulled Lamia to my side, gave her a kiss on her temple, and greeted her warmly before we all climbed into the truck and headed toward the town mall. Not before giving Mike a warning glance that was met with mischievous eyes and an equally mischievous grin. Fucking Mike.
Chapter 3 Chapter 3 - Training
LAMIA Friday Morning. Up bright and early for our sparing session. We stood on the training grounds, stretching our limbs when the instructor walked up, his voice booming across the open field and sparring rings, rattling us out of our thoughts and to attention. “Right cadets! Today we will be going over hand-to-hand combat skills. We will start with sparing in pairs. We will then be grouping you together and working on handling multiple attacks. NO kill shots! We are not looking to maim your opponents! NO shifting! You must keep control of your wolf at all times. When you hear the whistle, the attack stops. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”“YES SIR” We all said in unison. This was my favorite part of training and I had been looking forward to it all week. I could almost smell my victory. “If you manage to win your fight, you will then go into a second round of one on one fighting. You win your fight if you one: Do not tap out. Two: take down all your attackers or three: your fight is not stopped by the whistle. Your fight will only be stopped by the whistle and instructor if we feel you cannot carry on with the fight.” The instructor finished speaking and we all went to line up for some light sparring. I was giddy and excited. Raring to go. I was wearing a navy athletic crop top and black shorts, with my hair tied in a braid and then knotted. I didn’t want any of these boys grabbing my hair and using it to swing me around. I looked up and down the line of Alphas; there were almost 30 men and only 4 women, including me. The girls were all dressed similarly to me, it made moving easier and it was harder for people to grab clothes and use them to their advantage. I looked at Kel who was across and a few guys down. He winked one of his ocean blue eyes at me and gave me a ‘you got this’ smirk. I returned it with an ‘I know' look. “When I read your name and number, please step over to that ring.” The instructor bellowed at us and he started reading off his list. I looked down the line again and caught Mike’s eye. Almost all the guys were just in shorts or sweats, no tops. And Mike was not an exception. His broad muscular chest and stocky shoulders made him look like a force to be reckoned with, even though he was a Beta, he looked like an Alpha and had the strength of one too. My eyes moved down from his chest to his torso, sporting a well-defined six-pack, his shorts hanging a little low so you could see the v shape that went deep down. I licked my lips and ran my eyes back up. So many yummy guys here, but for some reason Mike always had me blushing. I hadn’t really noticed him or been that into guys until I turned seventeen. And even then, it took me a couple of months to really appreciate his body. I found it fascinating how I grew up with this hunk of a guy but never really paid any attention to him in that way until we came here and started training more. He had gone from a lean and tall kid to a bulky, muscular man. Mike was a little older than Kellen and I, but only by a few months. He would be hitting eighteen in two months and Kel and I would be eighteen 4 months later. I knew what a man whore Mike had already become, but still, as my eyes traveled back up to his, I lingered on his hard strong jaw, his sharp nose, and beautiful hazel eyes. “Like what you see?” He called out to me. Shit! He caught me staring! “Just admiring that ass I’m gonna kick!” I hissed playfully, narrowing my eyes. He grinned widely and could swear I saw his eyes darken with lust before the instructor called out his name and he went to his respective ring. I flicked my eyes back over to Kellen who was glaring at Mike and I could just make out a low rumble of a growl from him. I smirked, Kellen - always the protector. He hated guys hitting on me and hated it even more if a guy caught my attention. I was glad to find myself in a circle close to Kellen; I didn’t like to be too far away from him. I could keep an eye on him from here. That was the problem with being next in line for the throne; somebody always wanted a piece of him, to test him, to prove themselves, but not on my watch. Being closer to him meant I could watch out for anything these soon-to-be Alphas boys tried on him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried a dirty move on him. I was also happy to see I had not been paired with any of the females and we had been split up into different rings. We were given straws to pick and the person with the shortest straw would be the defender. The others in each group would work together to attack. I drew the short straw and smiled, looking at my opponents. I loved a challenge when it came to fighting. Three soon-to-be Alphas against me might be a challenge, but I was sure it would be a quick fight. My father had trained me well, along with the Royal Beta and the royal guard. I had just as much training, if not more, than Kel and was a powerful wolf. However, for whatever reason, the Goddess had decided to bless me with extraordinary strength, speed, and skill. And a kick-ass wolf and it did not go unnoticed. Inanna, my wolf hummed inside my head as we took up our fighting stance. My wolf was fierce and strong. She’s smart too. She was possessive like a dominant Alpha wolf but also held compassion in her heart. And she was so beautiful and big! ‘I love you too, Lamia, now let’s kick their sorry asses’ She said, waking from the back of my mind. Our connection was close and she was a more active wolf than most. I sized up my opponents as the three sweaty and topless guys began to circle and taunt me. “I’m going to enjoy having you under me, little wolf” One said with a smirk. Another chimed in “I wouldn’t mind having her on top.” The three guys laughed at the last comment. Idiots, didn’t they know I was going to annihilate them, or did they somehow think the three of them could take me down easier than one on one? I straightened my back up and shook my hands, preparing for their attack, watching each one of their postures and feet to gauge their next move. I then slightly crouched and put my fists up, using my right hand to extend my fingers and wave them on. “Bring it on boys, bring it on,” I smirked. The first one who made a comment lunged at me, throwing a right hook. I spun out of the way and cracked him with a back-handed fist, making his head snap to the side and him, stumble. I then lifted my right leg and threw a kick into his stomach, forcing him to fly back and land on the dirt. All at once, the other two surrounded me and lunged at me, grabbing one arm each. Using their weight, I was able to propel my feet at the third guy who was in-coming, sending him flying back yet again. The two guys holding my arms tried to sweep my legs from under me. I jumped up fast, throwing them off, and was guarding myself before the three had even got to their feet. The first two guys came at me, anger evident in their dark eyes and posture as they stalked toward me like true predators. I was done playing. These asshats thought they were all that and more. I needed to end this fight fast. I didn’t feel like going out tonight and having bruises on my face. As the two lunged toward me, one of them threw a punch which I was able to dodge and kicked him in the leg. Hard. I heard a crack and a whimper as he fell to the ground. I knew I had broken something but didn’t pay too much mind to the pain I brought him. I was grabbed from behind and a pair of strong arms were holding me as the other came forward. Shit. I flung my head back, hitting the one holding me right in the nose and his arms dropped from around me. As a fist came flying to my face, I caught it with my hand and twisted it, breaking his arm. That left one who I had not broken anything on yet. As I was concentrating on the one standing in front of me, I neglected to see the guy with the broken nose come up beside me, until it was too late and I felt a heavy hand land on the side of my face and jerk my head to the side, making me fall to my knees. I spit the warm metallic blood from my mouth. I had gotten too cocky. I felt Inanna push forward, giving me more strength as I jumped to my feet. A series of fists and feet were flying at me, some catching me but not doing too much damage. I was blocking most of it until I could finally grab one of the guys. I grabbed him by his neck and squeezed tightly, not enough to break his neck but enough for him to black out and allow me to throw him at the other two. I punched and knocked out the next opponent. That’s two knocked out. The one with a broken leg was staying down. He had submitted. The remaining one started to circle me; the one with the broken nose was the guy who couldn’t wait to have me on top of him. So I glared at him and pointed. “I was saving you till last, and I’m going to make your dreams come true baby.” I was mocking him, knowing I was going to straddle him just like he wanted and rain down punches on his beautiful face. He did not look amused. He came straight for me and tried to fake me out. He leaned left but his feet said he was going right. I dodged his punch and flipped around, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kneeing him hard in his back, then forcing him to the ground. As he went down, I jumped on him and landed an elbow on the back of his head. He literally ate dirt. I smiled and flipped him over, straddling him. Ready to pummel him as I promised. Right at that moment, I looked past him and saw Kellen in his ring holding his own easily. I looked back down, sending a punch at the guy I was straddling. “How do you like me on top now asshole?” I seethed. “Bitch” Was all he managed to breathe out as he started to lose consciousness and I heard a whistle from my instructor letting me know to release him, he was out. ‘Haha, victory! They were no match for us.’ Inanna was holding her nose up high, at taking out three Alphas. I smiled at her proud howl. “TEN-MINUTE BREAK BEFORE WE START ROUND TWO! Victors to the right, everyone else to the left!” The head instructor shouted. I walked over to the bleachers and took a seat next to Kellen, who handed me a water bottle. “Looking good, Lamia, I would have thought you would have taken your time and played with them a little more though.” He laughed at me, grinning, his Colgate smile. “Mmm, I thought about it but I really didn’t want a messed up face for tonight’s party.” I laughed back. As werewolves, we healed fast but it took a little longer for broken bones or cuts to completely clear up. Bruises took a few hours. Kellen and I both won our next two fights easily. It was then on to round three where the final two would face each other. Shit. It happened to be Kellen and I. I had only seriously ever fought or spared against Kellen once back at the Palace training grounds, but we were on our own, no one to see. And I, of course, beat him. I was not thrilled to face Kellen in any match. He was my King and Alpha, I was his protector. I would not ever show power over him, especially not in front of people. “Moon! Langley!” The instructor yelled. “You’re up!” Shit, shit, shit. I did not want to fight Kellen. I would not win, I would have to throw the fight ‘No, we will NOT throw a fight.’ Inanna insisted. ‘But… Inanna, I will not fight my king. I will not hurt him.’ ‘Then you must take a knee. I will not hurt him either. As he is your King, Conri is mine.’ Conri was Kellen’s wolf and he and Inanna had also formed a bond. Conri was the only one Inanna would submit to. I walked into the ring and turned to face Kellen. His expression mirrored mine, his blue eyes held a look of hurt. He did not want to fight me either. I cannot fight you Kel I said through our link. Come on Lam’s, it’s all good. We are expected to do this. He sighed through the link. I just nodded at him and as the instructor blew the whistle for the start of the match, I dropped my hands and dropped to my knees, and bowed my head, exposing my neck. I could not fight him and could not throw a match. I could only submit to him. As painful and humiliating as it was to submit to anyone, it would have been more painful to make Kellen submit to me. The whistle blew “Langley! Get up or you will be disqualified!” I watched Kellen step back and drop his arms. He knew I would not. I would rather be punished. I gained my composure and turned my head to face the instructor. Wilson was his name, and he looked livid! “Sir, with all due respect, I cannot and will not strike my King. I have submitted in my match which is within the rules you stated.” Ha! Suck on that fucker. I laughed to myself. “Get the hell up and give me 100 pushups Langley!” He growled and clenched his fist as he spat the words out. “In fact make it 200!” He yelled as he went to walk away and handed his clipboard to someone else, whispering into their ear before he stormed off the training grounds. Well, 200 pushups, I guess, is better than having to show up Kellen.
Chapter 4 Chapter 4 - Party
LAMIA I was sitting perched on the toilet in my bathroom, while Kira was adding some curls to my hair. We were getting ready for the party. I wasn’t really one for dresses, but Kira had insisted I buy the grey wool skirt that came above my knees and the forest green three-quarter length top with a deep v-neck. The neckline was decorated with tiny jewels, enhancing my perky breasts. She made me wear my knee-high black boots again and lent me a gold necklace with green jewels and matching gold earrings. I have to say I did truly like the outfit and felt very comfortable in it. I had put minimal makeup on, as usual, a little mascara, and some light pink lip gloss. My lip was still swollen and still had a small cut from our training this afternoon when I took that punch. It wasn’t too bad; at least there were no black eyes today! Kira was wearing her brown curls loose as usual and was sporting a red silk dress that came halfway down her thighs, topping off the look with cat eyes and deep red lipstick. And some black open-toed heels. She looked amazing, like a true Luna. I smiled at my friend through the mirror, she grinned back as she finished adding curls to my hair. The one black streak curled and hung over my face a little. I sighed, looking at it. Most people thought I dyed that streak, because it was black, or to be rebellious like I was trying to give myself a badass look, but I really didn’t care what they thought. I knew my streak was from my wolf. A little bit of Inanna I got to show the world permanently. It was us and I would never change it. Inanna and I were different. Our relationship was special. We were both wild and strong and clever. And for whatever reason, the Goddess had decided we did not have to bow to anyone we didn’t want to. Not my father, not any Alpha or Luna, not even the king! They held no power over us. I only chose to bow to the king out of respect. And Kellen, well, that was a little more complicated. My feelings for him were different. I had chosen a long time ago to submit to him. I vowed to protect and love him like no other. And because of my loyalty to him, we were gifted with a connection, an unbreakable bond. I would give my life for Kellen. Inanna was the one that grounded me; she was wise and would often show me what was right, she was my guide, my wolf, my spirit. I was lucky to have such a strong wolf and get her at such an early age. I guess my parent's mating and Alpha blood really paid off. It was then that Kira pulled me out of my thoughts. “I don’t know where you are, Lamia. But we are going to paartay!” she sang. “Tonight we get to drink, dance, and chase the boys!” Oh, how Kira loves to chase the boys. I giggled at her. Maybe tonight I will find someone to kiss. That would be cool, something to look forward to. “So basically, you are forcing me to have fun? Is that what you are saying?” She rolled her eyes, “I doubt anyone could make you do anything, but yes, I am forcing you, if that is how you want to put it.”“Well, my best girlfriend, I guess I have no choice but to be dragged out and have a few drinks!” I smirked, playing along. I wasn’t much for dancing either, but I could sure drink and had no problem eyeing up the yummy guys that would be there. Knock Knock “Come in!” I yelled, knowing full well Kellen and Mike were behind the door. “You ladies ready?” He said, stepping inside and Mike following him. Kellen was wearing dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved blue top that just made his ocean blue eyes brighter, and his wavy ash-brown hair was left to fall in its own way, looking as handsome as ever. His bulging arms and broad shoulders filled out the sleeves of his shirt. Mike was wearing black jeans and a dark grey button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the shirt hugging his bulky arms in all the right places. He had left the top couple of buttons undone, hinting at a firm and broad chest. His short-cropped brown hair was styled to the side and his hazel eyes sparkled with his ever-present mischievousness. He was tall at 6’ 3”, just a little shorter than Kel, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much more he would fill out once his wolf matured. At 18, when we were old enough to find our mate, our wolves matured and kept maturing until we were 21. Along with our wolves maturing, there also came other changes; we would grow stronger, the males filling out to their true potential and strength. Strong males would gain more power and if you found your mate and claimed them you would become even more powerful. She-wolves would also mature but in a different way, more nurturing, and once we found our mates, our need to produce pups would become stronger. I bit my lip at the thought of Mike becoming even more gorgeous than he already was and averted my gaze back to Kellen who was scowling, not at me but at his best friend. I wondered if Mike had pissed him off in some way. Who knew with those two, even though my relationship was strong with Kellen, Mike, and him, well they had their own bromance going on. “AHH! Just a minute, I think us four need a pre-drink before we wander over there.” Kira grinned and rummaged through her tote that was lying on my bed, pulling out four shot glasses and a bottle of clear liquid. “Shit, girl, that’s what I’m talking about!” Mike happily grabbed the bottle as Kira set the shot glasses down and Mike began to fill them. We held our glasses high. “Salute!” we all said. I looked at Mike, who winked before knocking his shot back, and I followed suit. The liquid was harsh and burnt my throat a little but once settled, left a warm feeling in my tummy. Another one down the hatch and we’re off to the 'abandoned mansion' which wasn’t very far, a 10 min walk at the most. ***** MIKE The girls were walking ahead of us as the run-down mansion came into view. It was a short walk from the dorms and I could already see the party was in full swing and hopping. Party’s meant alcohol and she-wolves, lots of she-wolves. And my wolf shared the same hunger for an aroused female. Although the female I really wanted to be aroused was walking right in front of me. Her hips swayed as she walked, her gray skirt hugging her curves, making my dick already swell. To say I was attracted to Lamia was an understatement, my body craved to feel hers, to have her legs wrap around me, to feel her plump lips wrap around my dick. I knew she was likely not my mate, and probably Kellen's, which was the only reason I truly held back from trying to charm her into my bed. I had always found Lamia beautiful. Then again, what guy didn’t? She was tall, strong, smart, and with the most alluring emerald eyes. I don’t think she even realized her eyes screamed come fuck me to every male she met. My dick twitched in my pants like it was trying to point and guide me to her. I took a deep breath, pushing the images of her long legs around me to the back of my mind. She had always been like a sister to me, and I had never thought about her like that until, one day, just before their sixteenth birthdays, before we left for Alpha and Beta training, we were hanging out at the palace pool. We were waiting for Lamia and a couple of other friends to arrive. She caught my eye as she walked out of the palace and over to the pool with two of her friends, smiling and laughing about something. She had a towel wrapped around her and as she reached the poolside she absently tossed the towel on one of the loungers, revealing an orange bikini that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. I stayed in the pool, my eyes taking in every inch of her body, my dick getting hard at the sight of her barely covered tits. I realized at that moment how much Lamia had filled out and was becoming a woman. I was finally able to peel my eyes off her, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed my growing arousal towards her. They hadn’t. Because each of my friends, including Kel, were mirroring my feelings, every fuckin' male at the pool had their eyes on her. Eyes dark with lust, following her movements. I shook my head at the memory, bringing me back to reality, that day she had been the talk of the locker room. And every girl I have fucked so far held nothing to her. Sure, I enjoyed myself and brought pleasure to the she-wolves I was with, but it was her I really wanted for the past year and a half, and I liked to practice on other girls, all the things I wanted to do to her. As we reached the house, we entered through a large door, opening it and hearing the music louder, confirming the party that was taking place. The girls had linked arms and were making their way to the kitchen where the booze was usually located. I honestly wasn’t even sure who supplied the food and beverages, but once a month there always happened to be a fully supplied party. And I was defiantly going to take advantage. “Right ladies and your highness!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands together as we made our way through the bodies “what can I pour for you?”“Something fruity for me please!” Kira giggled. “I’m good.” Kel was already holding a beer he had picked up from a bucket by the counter. Usually, at parties, he preferred to drink from a bottle. This way, Lamia didn’t have to be so over-protective and taste his drink first, in case someone poisoned it. I wasn’t sure when she had started that habit, but no matter where we went, she would taste his food and drink before him. It truly annoyed the shit out of Kellen, but she insisted that, if someone was going to try anything she would go down first. Always the protector of her King. It kinda pissed me off too, as his Beta, it should really be me taste-testing his food, but I know he would absolutely kick my ass if I did that. Only Lamia could get away with that kind of stuff. I looked at Lamia, who gave me a knowing glance, tilting her perfect head to the side and smirking. Rum. She always liked rum and the darker the better. I proceeded to pour her dark rum and found some coke to add to it, then handed it to her and poured myself one too. Kira was a lightweight when it came to drinking, whereas me, Kel and Lamia could really knock them back. It took quite a bit of alcohol for the three of us to get wasted, but not impossible. “What up guys? Did you just get here?” Sam, another Beta who was here for training and stayed on the same floor of our dorm, came up holding a cup with something in it. We quickly made friends with him and his Alpha, Greg. They were from the Crescent moon pack and their pack were allies of the king. So, of course, we had found some common ground and they treated me and Kellen like regular people, old friends. I watched his gaze drift to Lamia and slowly scan her from top to bottom and then back up again. “Hey Lamia, loved watching you in training today. You truly are a goddess in the ring.” He smiled and gave her a short bow, his eyes never leaving hers. I didn’t like it. He was undressing her with his dark brown eyes that held a hint of lust. I found myself growling lowly. I wasn’t the only one that was growling. I noticed Kel was also having a hard time at the way this guy was mentally undressing her and his eyes were slightly glowing, his wolf pushing forward. “OK, boys! Let’s leave these ladies to it and go harass some other females, shall we?” I glanced at Lamia as I said this to see if she reacted anyway. She didn’t. Of course, she didn’t, she had no attraction to me. “I’ll see you later, behave. And let me know if you have any problems.” Kel said as he pulled Lamia close and kissed her on the forehead. “Likewise, behave. “ She replied sternly. “And no fighting without me!” she called as we headed for the back garden where Sam was leading us too.
Chapter 5 Chapter 5 – Crush and Crushed
LAMIA The party was in full swing and Kira and I had had a few drinks. She now led me by the hand into a large room where people were dancing. I was feeling the beat and started swaying my hips; Kira had already locked eyes with a male and was subtly and seductively dancing her way toward him. She grinned like a Cheshire cat at me as the male whose attention she wanted to grab snaked his arms around her waist from behind. I chuckled to myself as she leaned into him and started grinding her ass against him. I leaned towards her ear so she could hear me over the loud music.“Hey, I’m going to grab another drink.”“ OK, don’t expect me to be here when you get back.” A sly smile on her face and she turned around locking lips with the guy. Oh yes, my dear friend, I knew exactly where she would be. One way or another around some guy's cock. Such a slut. I gave her a knowing pat on the shoulder as she proceeded to suck face and headed back towards the kitchen for another drink. I was starting to get a little tipsy and the music was giving me a little headache. I was stopped by several guys trying to get my attention as I moved through the bodies and the house and just brushed them off. As I finally made it to the drinks, instead of pouring one I just grabbed the bottle of rum and headed outside for some fresh air, I passed a group of guys and girls on the lawn, some were doing keg stands as others cheered them on. I didn’t see Kel or Mike over there and I was assuming they were both probably heavily engaged with some she-wolf. I walked past everyone and headed to the edge of the woods, bottle in hand, just needing some space and a little quiet. I swigged from the bottle until I found an upturned log and clumsily sat on it. Yeah, I was toast, thank Goddess it was Saturday tomorrow and I had no alarms to get up for. We had just a little under 6 months of Alpha training left before we graduated and then we would return home where Kel and I would celebrate our 18th birthdays. Maybe that’s why I was feeling down? The fact that pretty much everyone here had a plan. Alphas and Betas would go back to their packs and start taking on responsibilities to step into their future role. The Lunas would head home and either find their mates or take chosen mates of a high ranking and start fulfilling their roles too. But me? Me, I wasn’t an Alpha, a Beta, or a Luna; I hadn’t even been chosen to be Kellen’s Delta. So what the fuck was I doing here? Why did the King and my father insist I come here? When would I be nothing more than a warrior? Not that I minded being a warrior, I lived to fight and was damn good at it! It didn’t hurt my feelings that Kel had chosen a male as his Delta, it hurt a little knowing I could kick everyone's ass in the Palace and it made me feel like I wasn’t trusted or maybe a burden. But I also knew I would always be by his side, and he wanted me there. “Penny for your thoughts?” I was so engrossed in my bottle and thoughts I hadn’t even heard or smelt Mike come up behind me. “Hey.” I gave a weak smile as he plopped down beside me. “Why would someone as beautiful as you be sitting on your own, looking like you are drowning your sorrows in that bottle?”“Probably because I am, dork.” He nudged me with his shoulder at my reply. “And why aren’t you wrapped around some she-wolf, instead of sitting with a drunk drowning in her sorrows?” I asked, handing him the bottle. He took a long swig and set the bottle down and then wrapped one of his strong arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I inhaled hard, taking in a big whiff of his masculine scent. I didn’t smell any females on him tonight, so I wondered if he had just struck out. “I’m right where I need to be, with you.” He sighed out. “Mike, can I ask you a question, a serious question, one that has been bothering me for a while?”“Of course, ask me anything. I will always be honest with you. You know that. Right?” I looked up at him. God was gorgeous, he may be a player, but he was kind and protective, and had always been there, not just for Kel but also for me. I knew what I was going to ask might be a little touchy but I hoped he could give me a straight answer. I picked the bottle up swigging from it again before asking: “Why am I not good enough for Kel? I mean why wasn’t I chosen as his Delta, or Royal guard? Is it because I’m a girl? I just don’t get why I was sent here.” I trailed off my last sentence. I heard Mike breathe out slowly, pausing before he answered. I sat up a little still looking at him, his arm still wrapped around my shoulder. He ran his hand through his short dark hair and stared into the forest ahead, his jaw clenching as he prepared to answer. “Because.” He paused, causing me to raise an eyebrow. “Because……”“Because you are not a Beta and you are better than a Delta or warrior, or the royal guard.” He turned to me then and held my chin in his hand and looked deeply into my eyes. “Because you are better than all those titles, you were born to rule, to lead. You are a Queen Lamia. You are my Queen.” My heart started racing, and a warm feeling started to creep into my stomach, reaching my core as I felt a pooling between my legs. I didn’t want to rule or become a Queen, but his words were a drug and had my chest rising sharply. His hazel eyes bore into my soul as I gazed at him. His face inched closer to mine. Would he kiss me? He was so close I could feel his warm breath fan across my lips. I licked my bottom lip slowly. Please kiss me. I thought. **** MIKE “You are my Queen,” I repeated as I slowly moved my face closer to hers. And meant every word I said. This fearless Goddess in front of me was all I could think about. I searched her emerald eyes with my own, hoping that she would allow me to kiss her. My pants were so tight from the brick my manhood had turned into. We all knew she would most likely be Kellen’s mate, but I didn’t care, I couldn’t stay away from her any longer. She was too intoxicating, her lips, a little more swollen than usual, still looked soft and when her tongue came out and ever so lightly licked her bottom lip, I groaned. I moved my arm from her shoulder and took it to the back of her neck, my other hand reaching up to cup her face as I pulled her to mine. Softly tasting her luscious lips. Goddess, they tasted just how I imagined! I swept my tongue across her mouth, as she let out a little moan, granting me further access to her mouth, tasting her own sweetness mixed with rum. It tasted like heaven. I wasn’t expecting her to deepen the kiss, but I gladly welcomed it pulling her harder against me. She had woken up my wolf and I kissed her back with urgency. I lifted her from the log and placed her in my lap, her arms circling around my neck, my hands grabbing a handful of hair as I tilted her back, giving me even more access to her mouth that felt as hungry as mine. I tilted her head, placing kisses on her cheek, and her jaw, and moving down to her neck. She moaned as my tongue licked her marking spot and I kissed her soft skin, down to her collarbone. “Do you feel how much I want you, Lamia?” I groaned the words out, thrusting my erection at her. It was more a statement than a question. I was so hard and I could smell her arousal. I kissed down her chest to the dip between her breasts and slowly made my way back up to her mouth. I moved one hand under her shirt and bra, massaging her perfect, beautiful bosom, my thumb grazing her hardened bud, pinching her nipple. My other hand was on her waist holding her to me. When she started grinding against my already engorged cock, she broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. She leaned into my ear and whispered “Yes, I feel you.” And sucked my ear lobe gently, letting go, but not before she nibbled it. Dear goddess, I’m going to cum in my pants the way her sweet ass is rubbing against me! We were too much out in the open, so reluctantly I stood up with her and placed her feet on the floor. Grabbing her hand and pulled her further into the woods where no one would see, leaving the mansion behind. As soon as I knew we were alone and under the cover of the thick trees, I turned back to her and took her in my arms, pulling her hard against my chest. Her hands circled around my neck again and pulled me back towards her, kissing me hard. Goddess I never wanted this to end, but I didn’t want to fuck her in the woods either, not our first time together, because I knew if I had her I would never let go of her. I would fight any male who tried to take her from me. I was squeezing and pulling her against my dick as hard as I could while devouring her pretty, sweet mouth. Her hands were exploring my arms and chest where they finally found the buttons on my shirt and started to undo them. We were both breathing heavily, intoxicated with each other. I pushed her back until she was in between me and a tree. I lifted her legs and they wrapped around me like they should have been there my whole life like they belonged there. I reached my hand down, between her legs, her skirt already hiked up around her waist. Her panties were soaked and with one swift motion, I ripped them from her. My hand pressing on her wet center and rubbing, I slipped a finger inside her. So fucking wet. I had to have her! She has been my every fantasy since we were fifteen. My shirt was open and her hands were roaming across my chest feeling every muscle, her hands moved down my chest to my torso, scrapping her nails against my skin and leaving goosebumps all over me. Traveling lower still to my waistband. Before she could go any further, I felt myself being torn off her and flung across the forest, a deep and loud growl vibrating off the trees. WTF! I was ready to murder whoever interrupted us! *** LAMIA Goddess, he tasted so good, he felt so good. I could feel his hard member under his jeans, pressed tightly against my bare vagina that was soaking wet for him. My skirt was hitched high and I wanted more. I pulled the buttons on his shirt apart, my hands exploring his hard muscles, and worked them downwards so I could release him. I didn’t care we were in the woods for my first time, my needs were high and my hunger was strong. I wanted him and wanted him now. For fucks sake Lamia! I heard Kellen in our mind-link and tried to ignore it when suddenly an earth-shattering roar shook the trees around us and I felt the warmth of Mike’s body leave me quickly. So quickly I fell to the ground. I opened my eyes to see him flying backward and a seriously pissed-off Kellen standing over me before he turned and started towards Mike. *** KELLEN I had this perfect little she-wolf up against the side of the house, her large boobs exposed as I bit her nipples. I had already brought her to orgasm with my fingers and I was ready to be balls deep inside her. “More, my Alpha, more!” she cried out against me. “Are you sure you can handle all of me, tiny wolf?” I growled. I started to unbuckle my jeans, letting my large and erect cock spring free. Her tiny hands grasped it and started stroking it as she brought it to her wet pussy to position me so I could drive into her when I started feeling pressure build behind my eyes. I was suddenly filled with images of a half-naked Mike. I knew this was Lamia’s image, the only person who could share projected images with me. I could see Mike’s eyes dark with lust and her reflection in his iris, the image was that clear. I saw red! He fuckin' had his hands on her. He was going to fuck her! No, no, no! My wolf was going nuts at the thought, raging to get out and take control. I dropped the little she-wolf, put myself back together, and, with my heightened speed, ran towards the woods. I could smell them both. For fuck's sake Lamia!* I linked her. I don’t think she even knew she was projecting those images. But there was no way I was letting my best friend fuck her, not that man whore! I heard them and, without thinking about what I might see, I rushed to them. He had her pinned against a tree. Her skirt rode high above her waist, her legs wrapped around him and her hands were undoing his jeans. I let out a growl, involuntary, at the sight, a powerful one that shook the ground we stood on and ripped Mike from her body, throwing him at least 30 feet back. I was pissed, oh so very pissed. He had no right to touch her! No sooner had I thrown him than I was making my way to where he landed. I was going to beat the shit out of him! I was going to rip his throat out! I could feel Conri pushing forward as I slowly started to lose control. My blood boiled to a rage! “What. The. Fuck Kel! What the fuck is your problem?” I heard Mike, but I was too out of control now. I reached him and my fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. “Mother fucker!” Was all I could reply. SMACK! I felt Mike’s fist connect with my face and tasted the metallic blood from my split lip. I charged forward, punching him again until we were exchanging blow after blow. Both of us began landing a punch on top of punch. My Beta was strong but he had never taken me in a fight. But his anger matched my own right now and I was still going to rip his throat out! “STOP!” Followed by a blood-curdling growl that was more of a roar had both Mike and I frozen in our tracks. Faster than lightning I had a hand around my neck and was pinned to the ground, I looked for Mike and found him next to me in a similar position. The hand left my neck and Lamia stood over us, her arms wrapped around her chest, her skirt now back in place covering her sex from us. Thank goddess! I thought. “What the actual fuck, Kellen? Like seriously? What the fuck?” her normally bright eyes were dark and full of anger and narrow as she glared at me. “He touched you! He fucking touched you!” I was still angry as I pointed my finger toward Mike. “That is none of your business! It is none of your business who does what to me unless I ask it to be!”“Lamia, I could see what he was doing, I could almost feel it.” I seethed. “Did you not realize you were projecting the image on me?” If she was blushing I couldn’t tell, because her face was red with anger still, she paused before she spoke again, still emanating powerful displeasure toward me. “So, instead of telling me you just thought you would come and break it up? And then start beating the shit out of each other? I mean fucking hell Kel! I can smell the little whore on you! It’s OK for you and not me?” Her voice came out hoarse and her eyes glazed over, tears on the surface. I hung my head. I didn’t mean to make her cry, and I didn’t mean to hurt her. “You had no right” she sniffed. Mike moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and taking her against his chest where she buried her face. A low growl escaped from me as he held her. “You had no right.” She whispered those words again. Before composing herself and pushing away from Mike, turning her back and starting to walk away. “Lamia, wait!” Mike cried out, reaching for her hand. “No! You can both go to fucking hell.”“Where are you going? Please wait, I will go with you.” He almost pleaded with her. She waved her hand at us “I’m going back to my room, the party is over for me.” And with that, she turned and shifted into her huge black wolf. She was so dark the light from the moon gave her black fur a dark blue hue; she gave us one last glance over her shoulder, her white mask across her wolf eyes glaring at us, her emerald green eyes glowing with ignominy. She then took off into the night, leaving Mike and me to stand there like a pair of chumps. The anger that I had built up had simmered down some but was still present at the surface. “What the fuck do you think you were doing?” I turned to look at my Beta and best friend. “What the heck did it look like?”“She is our fucking sister!” I spat. Lies. “No. You may think she is your sister! I haven’t seen Lamia as a sister for a long time now! And I wasn’t forcing her to do anything she didn’t want! And you haven’t been looking at her like a sister for a while now! Don’t think I don’t notice Kellen. You are only fooling yourself.”“You will NOT touch her!” I yelled in my Alpha tone, the anger surfacing again. “You cannot command me to not touch her!” Mike angrily growled back at me, meeting my eyes with dark angry ones of his own. “You would fuck her and use her like all the other ones. You are not her Mate!”“No, you are wrong, Kel. I would never use her. I am not her mate, but neither are you! Not yet! And who’s to say either of us will be? And until she turns 18, it’s her choice. It’s her fucking choice if she wants me to be her first! We don’t get to choose for her and even if she doesn’t find her mate by the time she is 21, will you choose her to be your Queen? Because I would choose her a hundred times over! And if she didn’t want me, I would still choose her. And tell me Kel, why would you keep us apart? And don’t give me that crap about her being like a sister! You don’t want her like I do, so why do you care?” He was pacing back and forth, his hands clenching and balling into fists one minute, then tugging at his short hair the next. I could see his body physically shaking with rage. Rage, I had caused. I hung my head and let out a deep sigh. “Because she is family and I feel like she is mine.” There I said it. I had had no sexual attraction to Lamia, only brotherly love, but my Wolf, Conri, and I had a deep claim on her and wanted no one else to touch her, our feelings for Lamia evolving over this past year. Even if I didn’t want her in that way, I still didn’t want another wolf to touch her. I was being selfish; I knew it and I didn’t care. Mike stopped pacing and just stood there staring at me. I couldn’t gauge what he was thinking and I’m not sure I wanted to know. He scrubbed his hand over his face. “Fuck dude,” was all he said for a moment. “I will not pursue her, but I will not push her away either. I don’t think I would ever have the strength to push her away. You know this fuck's shit up in a big way, right?” I nodded my head. Yep. It sure did fuck things up. I just can’t explain my feelings and seeing her with another man, best friend or not, when that image came through I just felt rage, pure rage. Mike walked up to me, clapping his arm around my back and bringing me into a bro-hug. I returned it and patted him on the back. Letting each other know we were still best friends. “You look like shit,” I said, grinning at my best friend. “You don’t look much better dude. You will be sporting a nice shiner tomorrow. Come on, let's head back to the dorms. I think we have had enough drama for one night” He said, and we started walking back to the mansion, grabbing the bottle of rum someone had left by a log - passing it back and forth as we walked back. I had forgotten about the little she-wolf I left by the side of the house. Oh well. I tried to link Lamia when we got back to the dorms but she had shut me out, for the first time since we had established our link she had closed it off. She truly was pissed at me. And I truly couldn’t blame her.
