Wereking Stories

The world thought that only male werewolves were alive. That the last of the females had died out over two decades ago. Female births were rare, to begin with, and after the Alpha, Above All gave the kill order for the remaining females, none were thought to have survived. The few female pups born each year were executed immediately. It was widely believed that they would grow to be careless and vicious, cold-blooded savages. They were stronger than the males and would be hard to control. It was brutal and cold. And thought to be wildly necessary. Katherine has been under the radar for as long as she can remember. Born to Jordan, Alpha of the BloodRush Pack, her blood carries the scent that only comes from power. She was hidden from birth with her human Step-mother. Her father taught her how to fight. How to hide. How to run. And he taught her well. ------------------------- Silence occupied the clearing for moments before he spoke "You Katherine, you are The Last Female Werewolf."

**Sequel to The Alpha's Claim** "Damien, we're in public," I blushed, glancing around. "So?" he said, swirling his tongue on the mark on my neck. "You kissed me first." My body erupted in tingles, and I almost lost my balance. "Damien," I protested again. "Stop." He leaned his head back but didn't lose his grip on me. In fact, he readjusted to keep a firm grip. He slowly pulled my hips against his. "Look at me, dove," he said lowly. I glanced up and saw his dark green eyes flickering gold. They were mesmerizing. Slowly, Damien maneuvered me against the stone wall of the castle. He pinned my hips against the wall with his own. My body flushed with pleasure as our eye contact deepened; we were locked in each other's stares. Damien suddenly lurched forward and trapped my lips with his own. His hands went to my neck, and he cupped my face roughly. "I don't want you talking to Elijah," Damien said as he leaned back to take a breath. My head was swimming. All I wanted was more of Damien. "I don't want you alone with anyone except Berry." "But why?" I asked, leaning in for more. His right hand moved from cupping my face lovingly to gripping my throat subtly. His eyes froze in anger and I stiffened. "Because I don't trust a damn soul here," he said lowly into my ear. "And I am here to protect you. Understood?" he said. The pressure on his thumb began to increase. His eyes were demanding my submission.