Lacey Taregan, a wolf-shifter from the 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 strengthen his alliance with the Silver Pack. 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? The Alpha's Companion is created by Theresa Oliver, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
"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 Perece 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.
"Gggrrroooaaalll!" 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 halfheartedly obeyed, slowly taking their stances once 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 attack 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 had 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 cornered.
She's a college student, trying to save her sister. He's the Prince of Estrea, trying to save his family. Together, they discover the true meaning of love and sacrifice.... College student Ari Douglas just learned that her sister, Henley, has leukemia. With no insurance, they don't have many options or hope. Then a friend tells Ari about AmericanMate, an elite modern matchmaking service. With no other options and needing cash quickly, she applies to the service. Former playboy Prince Grayson Pierce of Estrea is tired of women wanting him for his money and title. At the urging of his best friend, Grayson decides to go through AmericanMate. But he has just one catch: He's in it for life. There has never been a divorce in the long line of succession of the monarchy... ever. Can two hearts sacrificing for the good of their families find love in each other? Bought by the Billionaire Prince is created by Theresa Oliver, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Melissa could tolerate being deceived and humiliated, but being framed was a different story. Three years of marriage was less important in her husband’s eyes than a teardrop from his other woman, Arielle. Finally, on a rainy day, she was ruthlessly abandoned. Five years later, Melissa showed up with her adorable twins. She became world-famous in the medical field. That was when her ex-husband, Everett, came crawling back, asking her to help cure Arielle... "Hey, old man, if you want to talk to my Mommy, you have to pass my test first." Melissa’s young son, Merrick, raised his chin proudly. ‘Old man?’ Everett checked himself carefully. Did he look that old? “Daddy, you really are very old..." Lindsey, Merrick’s twin sister, said with a pout.
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."