Bisa has always been omega in her pack, since she turned three. Treated poorly, she has always been bitterly fasinated by the meaning of her name. Bisa Achebe, meaning "Greatly loved" and "The Godess Protects". The first one isn't true, according to her pack, and the latter would be greatly appreaciated and needed in her situation.
In Fyodor's pack, Panthera Pardus Orientalis, some belive that the Alpha bloodline's surname, meaning "wolf", is a sign of peace, others belive that the Volkov bloodline as Alpha is a curse to the pack.
As prophecies and annual parties begin, clues fall into place, cauing chaos.
When Weak meets Strong
When Predator meets Prey
When Troubled meets Troubled
When Gold meets Silver
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The reality of the situation hit me again. My eyes widened. 'Nope,' was my only thought as I shifted and bolted out the door and away from the building, not caring that I don't have another set of clothes to change into. Not caring that the cold snow stings my skin and paws. Not caring about how angry the pack is going to be because I embarrassed them, even though they don't care about the wereleopard's opinions, anyways.
A little ways into the frosted forest, I heard the sound of paws running after me. Although, they sounded softer than wolf paws, and much, much heavier than mine. Out of fear and adrenaline, I chanced a look back.
'Oh... no,' I thought as I saw a leopard, twice as big as me, skillfully manuvering their way through the trees toward me at an alarming pace. And then my consequence for looking back hit me. Litterally.
"Alison," one of them says, walking closer to me.
"Yes, Alpha?" I ask as I shuffle back slightly, keeping my head down.
He takes a few more quick steps towards me, backing me into the cupboards. I flinch when his hand reaches out to gently cup my face. Oh, no. "Look at me."
My body involuntarily listens, lifting my head to look into deep green eyes.
'Mate,' my wolf, Vanessa, whispers weakly, talking to me for the first time in over a year.
'Nessa?!' I try to call back to her. She doesn't reply.
I look back at the twin that I now somehow know is Cameron. My eyes dart between him and Chris as I start to hyperventilate. No. If Cameron is my mate then that means...No...
Alone since the death of her parents, Alison Taylor has spent six years relying on herself, surviving by herself, and protecting herself. The time that she doesn't spend working or studying is spent fearfully avoiding bullies. All she's ever wanted was to get out of the pack and away from those who hurt her.
Everything changes when the future alphas of her pack come of age and discover she's their mate. Alison's life changes forever as past wounds are reopened and secrets are brought to light.