Being a werewolf wasn't all bad, I had a pack, loving yet annoying family, friends, tight knit community. The one thing I really hated was the season. The simplest way to explain the season was the six weeks us werewolves procreated, females went into heats, males rutted, and omegas, like me, got our asses chased like they were made of gold. I'm serious. I avoided the sordid affair all together, turning down all those asked to be my season partner but with the pack leaders son on my heels and a new alpha in town, i don't think i can sit this season out.

"I would like your son to be my companion. He would live with me... Thrive under my guidance and keep me company..." "And feed you. You want my boy to be nothing more than a piece of cattle for you to feed off of up at that palace of yours. I'll not let my boy be passed around between you and your frien-" I cut off my soulmate's father with one stern fixed glare and he wisely lets the sentence die on his lips, closing his mouth when I open mine and say, "Nathaniel will be passed to no one. He'll be mine and mine alone and no one will be feeding off of him without his explicit permission. I'm only asking you for his hand as a courtesy. Will you give your blessing or not?"

When Fated Mates meet for the first time, sparks fly and love blooms into an everlasting bond. At least, that's how it goes in most cases. In Theo's case, his world was turned upside down, agony clawing at his heart and wolf turning feral when his would-be mate stated the simple fact Theo had heard for his entire life. The young Omega was not, and would never be, good enough. Presented with the knowledge that his pack despised him, his parents neglected him and his mate was disgusted by him, there was only one option left for Theo, one thing that would make everyone around him happy. To be Smothered.

Liar. Murderer. Cutthroat. Thief. Slave. I'm all of these things and yet, none of them at all. Life hasn't been kind to me, teaching me that if I wanted something, I had to crawl, fight and beg for it, just to let it slip out of my grasp. But not anymore... The tables have turned and like a shadow in the night, I'll be sure to pay each and every one of my masters a visit.

(This is a spin-off from Alpha to Omega. It can stand alone, though some characters are from AtO at the beginning.) What do a stubbornly-cute alpha werewolf and a mentally unstable vampire captain have in common? Absolutely nothing... yet.

What happens when you no longer recognize yourself in the looking glass? You feel lost, and hopeless... And no matter how far you travel or how many times you return home... Your skin just never seems to settle in the same way twice, and it's hard to get comfortable no matter where you are... Until you meet him... And suddenly the world no longer feels so untethered and untouchable... Suddenly your living, and hoping for tomorrow... And you understand... The world may be yours... But you are his, and you can't walk away from the connection you share... Because what if his cane catches on the sand and he falls?

"Moving his hips to the music, dancing against his best friend Elliot actually shocked himself. He was normally kind of shy, awkward and nerdy but the blaring music, fairly cheap drinks and the respected atmosphere actually made him feel at ease. It's strange to think that it had taken him a long time to accept Sim's invitation to come to his favourite club. There again he never thought he would actually ever step foot into a BDSM club. Hell before Sim he didn't even know they really existed." It took him a lot of encouragement but finally Elliot was going to go to Checkmate, the exclusive men's club his best friend was just obsessed with. He never thought that one small visit on that faithful Friday night would lead to so much more.