The Pack's Alpha
Yorick Hill is the second son of retired Alpha Warren and Luna Yara. His brother took over the pack two years ago and Yorick finds himself without a place in the pack or world. In an effort to find his way, he applies to the elite Warrior Academy, a highly sought after school that trains warriors into elite fighting machines.
Cyra Teymoori is an Alpha female caught in an arranged mate bond. Her father arranged the bond to solidify the alliance between her pack and the pack of her betrothed. She is unhappy about the arranged mate bond and in an effort to delay the inevitable, she applied to the Warrior Academy and was admitted. Neither her father nor her betrothed are happy about her choice, but neither is willing to look away from the prestige that comes from her acceptance.
When Yorick enters the Academy, he expects the year to be difficult. What he doesn't expect is to find his mate. At first, he's thrilled, until he finds out that she's expected to accept a chosen mate bond with a neighboring pack.
Furious that his mate is being pressured to ignore their fated bond, Yorick tries to convince her that she should accept him. They can leave after they finish the Academy and find jobs together. He will look after her, even if it means accepting a handout from his brother to give her stability.
But Cyra is hiding a secret, one that she's unwilling to share with Yorick. What will happen when the secret comes out and the real reason for the alliance bond comes to light? Can Yorick prove to Cyra that he wants her because she was meant to be his?
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Chapter 1
Yorick
"Happy Birthday!"
The crowd of family, pack members, and neighboring Alphas all wish me a happy birthday.
"You've got this," Wendy, my sister, says in my ear before stepping away from me. I just told her my plans for this coming year. I intend to announce it to my father and brother, Connor, the current Alpha, tonight.
"Yorick!" my youngest sister, Yvonne, says as she runs over. She's part of the second set of twins that my parents had. She's thirteen but she launches herself into my arms, confident that I'll catch her. As the youngest, she's right. None of us have ever dropped her.
"Unh!" I grunt. "You're getting a bit too old for that, Vonny," I tell her.
"Quirin never complains," she says, referencing my older sister's mate. Now that he and Kennedy have found their way together, he's quickly becoming the 'favorite' brother for my youngest brother and sister.
"Quirin has a pack of pups that are constantly crawling all over him, so what's one more," I say as I put her back on her feet.
"You used to be fun, Yorick," she says, sticking her tongue out at me.
"I still love you, Big Bro," Yana says, hugging me. "Happy birthday!"
I go around the room, saying hello to my family, my friends, Alpha Quirin, Alpha Henry, his father, Alpha Harold, and several others from his pack who originally came from ours.
I get quite a few offers from she-wolves on ways I can spend the rest of my birthday, all of which I politely decline.
When everyone is having a good time, Connor approaches me.
"So, have you finally decided to agree to my offer?" he asks me, handing me a drink as we look out over the partiers.
"Actually, I won't be accepting your offer, brother," I say, pulling out my acceptance letter.
He frowns and his frown only deepens as he reads the letter.
"Dad! Did you know about this?" he asks, holding up my letter.
"What is it?" my father asks, walking over with Kennedy's daughters Kaylee and Kendra, who are hanging on him. Those two will most likely end up at the Warrior Academy one day. They're both very much like their father and even at two years old, these girls love nothing more than to spar and spar hard. Considering they're half of Kennedy's quads, you'd think all four were the same, but no. The other two are just like Kennedy; sweet, quiet, and studious.
Connor hands my father my acceptance letter as I harass my nieces, getting them to swat and punch at me while they hold on to my father.
"Yorick? When did you apply?" my father asks me.
"About six months ago."
"And you never said anything?" Connor asks, looking hurt.
"Connor, you've always known your path. You always knew the pack would be yours. I'm an Alpha with no pack..."
"You have THIS pack! I need you," he says.
"No, you don't. You've made a space for me and maybe Wade will be happy to accept it when he's older, but I'm too much like you and Dad. I need to make my way in this world, Connor. I don't want a handout from you. I want to know that wherever I end up, I did it on my own merits, by proving myself."
"You never had to prove yourself to me, Yorick. I know who you are. I trust you, I love you, and I want you to remain part of this pack," Connor says sadly.
"And I love you for that, but I have to do this for me," I tell him just as Quirin comes up and expertly swings his daughters off my father's back and onto his.
"What's going on?" he asks.
My father hands Quirin the letter and looks at me.
"Are you sure about this son?"
"I've never been more sure of anything, Dad."
I look at Quirin. "This is impressive, Yorick. It's not easy to get into the Academy. I think they only accept, what, twenty applicants every year?" He looks at my brother. "I'm sure Connor isn't going to agree with me, but I get it. And I think everyone should be proud of you for doing this. Just being accepted at the Academy is an accomplishment. I never told anyone, but I applied when I was seventeen. I was turned down."
"What? Are you serious?" I ask.
"I am," he says. Quirin is one of the strongest Alphas I've ever met. Dad and Connor and even Henry are strong Alphas, but Quirin has had to scrape for everything he's accomplished in his life, and it's made him more ruthless than anyone in my family or Henry's. It makes him a stronger fighter, in my opinion.
Connor looks at me a moment, then turns to the group. "Attention everyone! I have an announcement to make!"
The room goes quiet, and he looks at me. "My brother has been accepted at the Warrior Academy!"
Everyone in the room begins to cheer. I see the shock on my mother's face and several others as Connor waves for quiet.
"I won't say that I'm not disappointed that he's leaving us and I hope like hell that he'll return when he's done with school. But I couldn't be more proud of my little brother," he says, raising his glass. "To Yorick!"
"To Yorick!" everyone says.
I spend the rest of the evening talking to everyone about the Academy. I let Connor know that I only have a few weeks before I have to leave.
Over those weeks, I pack my bags, making sure that I don't leave anything undone before I go.
When it's finally time for me to leave, my entire family comes to say goodbye. I feel my throat tighten as I say my goodbyes to everyone one at a time, finally hugging my mother, who is teary-eyed but trying to hide it.
Last, but not least, I say goodbye to Wendy.
"Remember your promise," I say to her.
"You remember yours. I'll keep my promise if you keep yours," she says.
"Deal."
Then I get in my car, honk my horn and drive off, excited to be heading to a new chapter of my life and possibly a completely different life than the one I've been leading up until now.
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7.6
My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
7.2
The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.
Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.
"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.
Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.
I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
8.4
Lyra, an orphaned heir of the crescent pack has lived for years with her father's former beta and her cousin Emery, feeling unsafe and unwanted. On the night she turns eighteen, she hopes to finally mate with Adrian, the wolf she loves.
Instead, Lyra is rejected by Adrian, the Beta of the Nightfang pack and twin brother to Alpha Triston. Lyra is also poisoned by her cousin Emery and dies.
Lyra's wakes up reborn as a moon goddess. She stumbles on Triston, the blind Alpha lycan of the Nightfang pack, who claims her as his fated mate. Lyra becomes Tristons Luna and passionate lover.
But the twin who broke her heart returns to her seeking her love, so that together, they may kill Alpha Triston and rule over Nightfang and Crescent. Will Lyra choose her first love or her true mate.
9.1
For two years, Elena played the role of the perfect, submissive wife to her wealthy husband, Andrew Macdonald, quietly swallowing the daily insults of his elite circle to appease his family.
But using her hidden divination skills, she tracked his GPS to a dirty nightclub terrace and caught him tightly holding a fragile, crying woman, calling Elena a disposable "Appalachian hillbilly."
"The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers. Next week, she'll be out of New York for good."
Hearing Andrew promise this gently to his cheating partner, Elena stepped into the dim light, only to be met with nasty mockery from his arrogant friends, while the mistress shrank back and pretended to be an innocent victim.
Andrew glared at Elena with deep annoyance, aggressively demanding she stop embarrassing him in public and go back to the countryside, fully expecting her to break down, cry, and beg him to save their marriage.
Two years of cooking his meals, ironing his shirts, and enduring his family's cruel abuse were nothing but a sick joke to him, completely blind to the terrifying, ancient power she actually wielded.
Instead of shedding a single tear, Elena mercilessly exposed their darkest medical and financial secrets, signed the divorce papers without taking a single dime, and stepped into her new life as the untouchable master she truly was.
9.4
Arlene was bound to a hellish three-year contract marriage to save her family from total ruin.
Just as the contract was about to expire, she received a terminal brain cancer diagnosis and found out she was six weeks pregnant.
To protect the tiny life inside her, she refused all treatment, leaving her with only three months to live. When she tried to escape, her billionaire husband, Harrison, caught her. He dragged her back, brutally assaulted her, and forced her into the freezing cold to kneel at his father's grave. Even when she suffered a threatened miscarriage, bleeding and begging in agony, he showed no mercy. He simply left her alone in the dark and went straight to a hotel with his celebrity mistress.
For three years, she had endured his relentless revenge and his public declaration that he would rather his bloodline die than have a child with her. She was nothing but a prisoner in a gilded cage, waiting for a death sentence he didn't even know about.
But when Harrison shamelessly summoned her to act as the doting wife and clean up his cheating scandal, the old Arlene died. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she blackmailed him and his mistress for millions in untraceable crypto.
"I'm saving up for my coffin fund."
Looking him dead in the eye, she calmly pocketed the extortion money, ready to play her final, ruthless game before her three-month clock ran out.