Highest ranking #61 in Werewolf 4/17/2016 When Sophie Peterson meets her mate, she realizes he's Luka, an Omega; the lowest and most disrespected rank of the Emerald Pack. In other words, the pack's chew toy. Like every other werewolf, she should be happy when she meets her mate, right? There's only one problem: she's an Alpha. Sophie has to adapt quickly and teach Luka to act more like an Alpha, and less like an Omega. With her caring and loving temperament, Alpha Sophie Peterson puts the wellbeing of her pack before herself, and everyone respects her for it. But with an Alpha being mated to an Omega being somewhat frowned upon, will she accept fate or reject her mate? But what Sophie doesn't realise is that something deeper connects her to Luka's past, something that will shake her to the core when revealed. Will it be enough to interfere with fate? An Alpha. An Omega. What could possibly go wrong? *** Read through by Alexis Skriloff

All I know is that I was kidnapped at ten. They beat me until I was barely alive. They left me in the middle of a forest. I was only fourteen. Laying on the cold ground looking at nothing but darkness I waited for the end. How was I to expect what would happen a few hours later? I expected to die and join a peaceful realm. On the borderline of sleep and death I thought I heard the howl of a wolf. Was I going crazy or were the wolves coming to end me? Would they be my demise instead of the men who brought me?

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

For five hundred and forty seven years the supernatural world has been divided due to the death of the High King. All races kept to themselves and refused to bow before another race. This was a time of supernatural wars that were hidden from humanity. But maybe it's time for a change? Maybe the god king has different ideas. This is the story of Alex McCarthy, an omega in the Dark Tide pack. A werewolf that has experienced a forced rejection. A werewolf who the god king has chosen personally. A werewolf who's destiny cannot be measured.