LOGIN**Book 2 of The Alpha and Series... This book is a STAND ALONE book meaning you don't have to read The Alpha and the Mistake to understand what is going on**It's been six months since nineteen-year-old Alice's family were all murdered at the hands of rogues. Six months since she's taken the position as Luna of Willow Pond pack - a position she was never prepared to have. Untrained and unmated, most of the pack see Alice as incapable, but she does her best to fill the void her parents left. She prays for the day she'll find her mate and have his help stabilizing her pack. However, when she finds her mate is none other than Michael Howe, son of the hated Alpha Ryan, Alice must make some tough choices. Is Michael Howe a redeemable bad boy or a violent, abusive copy of his father? More importantly, can he help Alice secure her position in the pack, or is he the last piece to guarantee her downfall?Updates Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday
View MoreCOMING DECEMBER 1STNicole, Nic, was forced to become the son her father, the alpha of the Golden Plains pack, lost when her brother ran away shortly after their mother's death. Nic's worked hard to be one of the bo
I sat at the large conference table, every chair filled. One of those seats was taken by the still recovering Doctor Evans. He had woken up during my trip to the emergency meeting. Doctor Evans confirmed what we already knew. Mario was his attacker, not Michael. Despite not being an elder or on my council, but as one of Mario’s victims, I granted Doctor Evans the right to be here.
I stood at a military rest to keep from hugging myself with my arms as I watched Michael fight Mario. I couldn’t believe Koryeon went behind my back and brought him here. Thanks to this being a challenge fight there was no way I could stop Michael if he went too far. What would it do to Michael if he killed someone?In a matter of seconds, one thing was very clear. Mario didn’t stand a chance against Michael. I held my breath as Michael hit him ov
I rubbed the raw skin of my knuckles as I paced the cell. Frustration had gotten the better of me a couple of times from being in this thing. God, I hate cells. With a growl, I sat down on the cot and waited for something, anything. Just how long was Alice planning on keeping me here? I opened my fists then closed them again. I should’ve known better than to believe she would be different. I growled as I kept flexing my hands, remembering the doc told me things like that could help the anger from getting out of control.





