[ON HOLD]More Than You Know(slow updates)

CHAPTER 1

My name is Elizabeth Marie Antwonett Donovan of the Silver Moon pack in California. My dad is the alpha and I'm his only heir. But because of some sexist rule that says women can't be alpha I have to mate with some guy my dad chose to be the next alpha, unless I can find my true mate before my eighteenth birthday in three months. I'm not really bitching about it anymore because at least I had a year’s notice. Before I was told that idiotic rule I didn't give a damn about finding my true mate, but I would rather mate with my true mate than some random guy I might not even like. Which is exactly why I've been driving around the country for the past nine months. I've been staying with different packs for weeks at a time, introducing myself to every guy that hasn't found his true mate until I struck out and had to move on. I was slowly starting to lose hope with every pack I visited. Now I only have three packs left to visit before all hope is lost. The Cold spring pack in North Carolina, the White Claw pack in Georgia, and the most vicious pack, the Blood Moon pack in Florida. The Blood Moon pack is known as the most vicious pack because they have the highest number of members to go rogue in recorded werewolf history. I'm almost on Cold spring territory now as I drive through North Carolina. I pull up to the pack house a little more than an hour later. The door opened before I could knock. "Who are you? What is your business here?" the guy asked. He was about 6'3, tan with short black hair and piercing green eyes. His tight black shirt and snug just jeans made him look absolutely delish. He had large muscles and I'm pretty sure that was a six pack that I just counted. He would have scared the crap out of me, with his booming voice and terrifying yet hot appearance. If I didn't know I could whoop his ass.

Staring the other wolf in the eye I said, "Elizabeth Marie Antwonett Donivan future alpha of the Silver Moon pack. I have a favor to ask of your alpha." The guy's jaw almost hit the ground as he stared at me in disbelief.

Before I continue let me tell you that the Silver Moon pack is practically werewolf royalty with numbers well over 500, we are the most feared and respected pack in the world.

As the guy continued to stare I hear a chuckle from behind him. "Royce stop staring and let the woman in." And what would you know its alpha Eric Harding, the youngest alpha in the continental US. It's typical for men to take over for their fathers when they turn eighteen. Eric is only seventeen. Both of his parents died two years ago in a rouge attack. He came to live with our pack to be trained by my dad so he can take over as alpha as soon as possible to prevent his pack from falling apart. It took a year to prepare him for that type of responsibility. In that year we became very close, practically best friends.

"Eric” I practically squeal running into his open arms.

"Hey Elly, long time no see," he says while holding me tight.

I hated to do it, but I had to pull away. I looked him in the eye. "I have a problem."

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