Lacey Taregan, a wolf-shifter from Silver Pack, is tired of her family treating her poorly, even though she is a princess and a member of the Royal Family. A warrior in her own right, she longs for acceptance and respect. Julien Grey is the Alpha of the Harvest Moon Pack. Not just any Alpha. Thee Alpha... the most powerful in the world. Having been wronged by his pledge years ago, Julien opts for an arranged marriage, one that will not only strengthen his alliance with the Silver Pack but will also protect his heart. He gave his heart once and doesn't intend to give it again... ever. But a chance meeting against some rogue wolves could change everything. Will they learn to get along for the good of the pack, or will they lose everything to the rogue Wildclaws, threatening their existence? In a clash of pride and power, can two head-strong shifters let down their guards and open their hearts? Or will their alliance be their downfall?
"Head up! You are a warrior of the Silver Pack!" American Indian Lacey Taregan said within the Pack Mind as she pushed the muzzle of a young, brown wolf up. "Act like it!" She stalked in front of them, giving each wolf a penetrating look. The Silver Pack had a reputation for being one of the best packs in the Nez Perce Clearwater National Forest in Idaho, and she was going to make sure they earned the honor.
The wolves either looked away, looked up, or mentally rolled their eyes. But Lacey ignored it. She was the Pack Trainer, after all, whether they liked it or not.
"You're from a long line of proud warriors, and I'm here to ensure you don't let down the Alpha!"
"But Lacey, I'm tired!" Whimpered Tima, a young warrior who had just turned, lying down on the soft lichen covering the forest floor.
"Groal!" Lacey growled, jumping at the young wolf, eyeing him down as he turned over onto his belly.
Wyatt, an experienced wolf-shifter standing nearby, mentally rolled his eyes.
"Get up!" Lacey bit at his flanks and Tima immediately jumped to his feet. "Are you going to roll over like that in the heat of battle? You'll be the laughingstock of the Pack and I will not stand for it! The Alpha has entrusted me with your training, and I intend to make warriors of you all!" She eyed the Pack, pacing before them, her white paws padding heavily upon the earth. "Now. Run it again!"
The wolf-shifters half-heartedly obeyed, slowly taking their stances one again.
Wyatt cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "Do it."
They were suddenly ready. Lacey rolled her eyes, sad to see that after all this time, no one accepted her. But they accepted Wyatt, even though he wasn't a member of the Royal Family. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing on practice.
The Pack lunged, dodged, and weaved, tackling each other into submission. But this was just practice. A real fight would look quite different.
"Lacey," Wyatt said in the Pack Mind. The chestnut wolf trotted over to her. "It's getting late and we've been at it all day."
"Do you think that The Wildclaws are resting?" Lacey growled, pushing aside the feelings she once had for the powerful, muscular wolf standing before her. Of course, there were no secrets within the Pack Mind, but Wyatt ignored it, respecting her privacy and feelings.
Wyatt sighed. "No, but everyone needs to rest." Then he trotted back over to the pack, taking his position in the formation.
Lacey watched them run drills, knowing that Wyatt was right. It would do her stepfather's Pack no good if his warriors were exhausted when the rogue Wildclaws attacked again. And attack, they will. She was sure of it.
And even though her own Pack may not respect her as a stepdaughter of the Alpha, she was going to whip his warriors into shape if it was the last thing she did. But she guessed Wyatt was right. She worked them hard today.
"Okay, everyone! Pack it up. Good work today! Let's go home and eat."
Some of the men stayed in their wolf forms and raced into the woods, while others quickly phased, dressed, and hurried home. Others didn't bother dressing and headed to the mansion. Nudity in the Pack was expected and overlooked.
Wyatt mentally lifted an eyebrow. "Want to hunt?"
Lacey shook her massive head. "No. You go ahead. Calla's waiting." Lacey jogged toward the forest.
"Lacey, wait!" Wyatt called after her. "There's no reason why we can't be friends. Calla's my mate now, but we can be..." "What, Wyatt?" Lacey cut him off. "What can we be? You chose her. Remember?"
He sighed. "Lacey..."
She scoffed. "What do you want from me, Wyatt? We're warriors in the same pack and that's all. You made your choice. Now, you have to live with it... And so do I. Let's try and make the most of it."
With that, she sprinted toward the deep forest. It hadn't been that long ago that Wyatt, her first love, had found his Mate, and she was secretly glad for him. But what she wanted was simple: a Pack that accepted her and a Mate that would be good to her, human or shifter, it didn't matter.
Lacey poured on the speed, eager to get away. Her wolf needed to stretch and run free, even after a full day of training. Then she caught the scent of a herd of elk and slowed, but the hackles started to raise on the back of her neck. She had the feeling that she was being watched... and her instincts were always right.
And she was alone. Despite her warrior skills, she wouldn't stand a chance against the rogue Wildclaws. Ten against one wasn't a fair fight. She took off running toward home, knowing she could eat later. As she ran toward the mansion, a red wolf stepped out of the forest ahead, bringing her to a stop. Lacey's way was blocked. So, she donned her fighting stance, bracing herself for an attack. Well, well, well..." A man walked into the clearing, in front of the red wolf. He was gorgeous, with dark blonde hair and muscles for days... and was completely naked. It was clear that he was a shifter. "Look what we have here."
Lacey let out a deep, guttural growl, warning him to stay away. Even though she wouldn't stand a chance against a whole Pack, two against one was a fair fight. She would take those odds. "Now, now..." The man gave her a cocky grin, clicking his tongue. "Tsk, tsk. I wouldn't do that. You know, we might be part of the same Pack one day."
Just then, seven more wolves slowly stepped out of the forest, flanking him. Lacey couldn't hear what they were saying because she wasn't in the same Pack, thank goodness. But from the way it looked, the black wolf was giving the orders. They growled and then a red wolf stepped closer. Lacey bit at it and it jumped back, but Lacey knew it was just a matter of time. She wouldn't stand a chance against nine wolves. She was concerned.
Acacia is not the typical werewolf. Being deaf and kidnapped at the age of eight, she endured torture and pain that would have killed her if she was human. When a fight breaks out between the men that took her and another band of rogues, this allows her to escape, but will she be able to get away on time? Will she learn to deal with the new world around her and the fact that the scariest Alpha known to the werewolf kingdom is her mate or will her world continue to spiral out of control?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
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Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.