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  Sometimes there is more to a person then even they realize.

  Aryana has been living a shattered life ever since her fiancé brutally abandoned her at her father’s death bed. She never would have guessed that she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

  Darian is busy avoiding his father’s demands that he accept being heir to the Supreme Alpha while trying to figure out why the pack Alphas son wants him dead. A relationship with Aryana means defying not just his father but also pack law.

  One night their worlds collide when he stumbles out of the woods naked and collapses in front of her SUV. Little do they know that this meeting sets them on a course to fulfill a prophecy that will change the course of an entire race. With a secretive Fae involved who knows what will happen! The world of the Lycans is about to change forever.

  A HUGE thank you to Ed, Destini, Kelli, Boyd, Sonja, Michele, Joe, Mary and so many more people for their support in my writing and to everyone who buys or downloads one of my books. It would not be possible without you all.

  © Rae Scott Studio 2014 ©Marie Brenner2013

  This manuscript may not be copied or distributed whole or in part without the express written permission of the author. All Rights reserved.

  Chapter 1 History in the Making

  Chapter 2 A Helping Hand a Shattered life

  Chapter 3 Morning After

  Chapter 4 The Coffee House

  Chapter 5 Meeting the Ex

  Chapter 6 Death Rebirth and a Meddlesome Fae

  Chapter 7 A New Life

  Chapter 8 First Kiss

  Chapter 9 Father Son Bonding

  Chapter 10 New Look New Girl

  Chapter 11 Romance and the Best Friend

  Chapter 12 Another Wolf?

  Chapter 13 The Prodigal Some Returns

  Chapter 14 Love Gone Wrong

  Chapter 15 Return of Lluna

  Chapter 16 A secret Revealed

  Chapter 17 Time Apart

  Chapter 18 Second Chances

  Chapter 19 A Challenge issued

  Chapter 20 Waiting Game

  Chapter 21 An Heir is Revealed

  Chapter 22 A Time for Change

  Chapter 23 Svetlock To The Rescue

  Chapter 24 Claiming the Heart of the Unknown Alpha.

  Chapter 1 History in the Making

  In the world of the Lycans, or werewolves, there is a hierarchy that many humans don’t realize. While most people know about the Pack and their Alpha, Beta and Omega stations they have no clue about the Council of Elders or the Supreme Alpha. The council of Elders consists of the oldest and wisest of the Werewolves, while the Supreme Alpha is the strongest and most powerful of all the Alphas. As a rule every pack is governed and led by their own Alphas, who ensure adherence to the Laws of the Lycans. This keeps their world and their existence safe. When a Werewolf commits a crime so dangerous it causes a great disturbance in the stability of the pack the Council of Elders will step in and decide whether the person in question is innocent and what punishment is to be dealt. When a crime is so heinous it threatens the entire existence of the community the Supreme Alpha takes over. The Supreme Alpha also rules all Pack Alphas, making sure they are working for the good of their communities and that they run their pack according to the Laws of the Lycans.

  The Council of Elders also oversees that ALL of the Laws of the Lycans are maintained. The only wolves who can never be challenged for mating rights are the Supreme Alpha and his Heir. Long ago, in a time before man could even remember and most Lycans have forgotten, there was a mate that was marked to belong to the Supreme Alpha. So many other Alphas and even some Betas died from challenging for the right to claim the one wanted by the Supreme Alpha that the entire world of the Werewolves came to the brink of destruction. The Council of Elders stepped in and put a halt to the challenges to save the existence of their kind and to put into place the stability of leadership that their kind needed to survive. From that day forward to challenge the Supreme Alpha for the ability to mate has been a death sentence. This law has lasted for so long that only the Supreme Alpha and the oldest Members of the Council even remember its existence.

  Supreme Alphas, passed down from first born to first born, are more powerful than any other Alpha. There is a prophecy in place that one day a Supreme Alpha will be born that will be the most powerful of all Supreme Alphas to ever exist before. This Supreme Alpha will change the course of Lycan society in ways never seen before.

  1000 years ago:

  “AAAAAGGGGHHHH!” The woman on the bed panted between breathes… Her hair was plastered to her head, darkened by sweat her green eyes closed against the pain. She clenched down on her husbands hand as he anxiously looked out the window and back to his wife’s face contorted in pain.

  “One more big push your ladyship and your child will be here” came the soothing voice of the midwife who was delivering the baby. “Just one more big push and you will be through it and then you can relax and rest.”

  “ARRRRRRR AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The laboring woman screamed as she pushed with all her might, using up the last of her strength. She fell back against the bed linens exhausted and sweaty unable to keep her eyes open.

  The baby boy slipped into the hands of the midwife who deftly cut and tied the cord then handed him to the woman beside her to clean up as she tended to the mother. The baby was silent his vivid blue eyes looking up at the woman as she cleaned him. The woman stopped and looked down at the baby, her silver eyes widening in shock.

  The large man released his wife’s hand and crossed over to where the baby was being cleaned, casting a worried glance out the window as he passed it. The woman wasn’t a witch but a fae, and an extremely gifted one at that. Despite her youthful appearance she was older than anyone in the room. In a low voice running his hands through his dark chocolate brown hair he spoke “What is it Fae? What do you see?”

  The fae turned her head and looked at the man, the supreme leader of his kind; her eyes swirled as she spoke of what she had seen when she looked at the child. “Your highness, this boy is the sire to a new age of the wolves. Through him will come the greatest most powerful Alpha of all time. One that will cause the most powerful of any male wolf to cower. Your line will become the most powerful line to ever exist and will outlast all other lines because of his sire” The fae wrapped the baby and handed him to his father and walked away as if stunned.

  The large man starred down at the small infant with eyes as blue as his child’s. Until this time the child had not uttered a word. Suddenly the baby let out a wail as loud and angry as there ever was, at the same time a lightning bolt cracked outside the window, splitting a 100 year old tree perfectly in half. The father smiled down at his son. It was done. The fates had spoken. The child would succeed him to the throne.

  70 years ago:

  The handsome young man wiped his young wife’s brow as she panted through another contraction, squeezing her eyes shut as she pushed. The man hated the hospital, with all its sterile, chemical scents, but this was the best place for his bride. She wasn’t like other women he knew, she was delicate, fragile, she needed the world of humans to deliver her child with medical equipment not magic.

  He also despised their rules about him not being allowed in the room during delivery. It was absurd. He was the father and this was his child. It had taken a great deal of persuasion on his part and a good chunk of money for the doctor to finally allow him to be by his wife’s side.

  The doctor at the foot of the bed looked up a determined look on his face. “OK Dorothea, one more BIG push and you can meet your baby, just one more.”

  The woman’s auburn hair stuck to her face as she shook her head “I can’t,
I am to tired, it hurts to much”

  The husband wrapped his arm around his wife comforting her. He looked at her with love and comfort in his bright blue eyes, tenderly he kissed her temple “Come on let’s do this together. On the count of three OK? “His wife nodded the pain evident in every feature of her face. Locking his eye with hers he coached her into a big breathe and then began to count “one… two….Three PUUUSSSHHHH!” Dorothea tilted her head back and screamed from the effort as the baby slipped from her womb and into the doctors waiting hands.

  After they were cleaned up and transferred to another room the husband looked down at his wife who was exhausted. Her eyes fluttered shut and he smiled gently love and peace filling him at the sight. He turned his attention to the baby who hadn’t made a sound yet, his heart thudding heavily. Doctors assured him it was normal. He raised his gaze to the expanse of windows that made one wall of the room and looked out at the clear night sky. Nothing. He picked up his son and smiled down into his face. His son chose that moment to open his eyes and look at his father for the first time. He saw his son had eyes the same shade as his and his heart lifted a bit. Perhaps there was still hope. Then the baby opened his mouth and let out a wail letting his mother know it was time to eat.

  The troubled father passed the baby to his wife and raised his eyes to the windows, the sky was clear. Nothing happened. He closed his eyes and bowed his head as despair flooded him. He had hoped so badly for his first born. It had been told to his father and yet, nothing. Something had gone wrong and it was his fault. Now he knew what he had to do. He had to leave his new family and his heart behind and return to his pack.

  He drove from the hospital that night after settling both his wife and child to sleep. He silently entered their small house and slipped up the stairs. He packed his bag full of his clothing and other personal items, looked around at the room he and his wife shared for the last time swallowing past the lump in his throat, he choked back the tears when his gaze landed on the crib sitting in the corner, made up and ready for their child, now only her child. Carefully he locked the door behind him as he left placing the key to the house in the mailbox. The tears fell as he drove out of town and away from his family and his heart knowing he could never come back, never see his wife and child again.

  34 years ago

  The nurse pushed the door open and looked at the man sitting in the waiting room. The woman’s delivery had been very difficult and it was evident that the anxiety of waiting had taken its toll on the new father. She smiled as she approached

  “You can go back now” she said with a soft voice. The man raised his dark head to look at her; worry clouded his vivid blue eyes. She quickly reassured him. “Your wife and baby are fine; it was a very difficult delivery. You will have to be the main care giver to your child for a few weeks while your wife heals. Other than that everyone is healthy and safe and good.”

  The man rose and followed the nurse back through the swinging doors and into a small room off to the right. As he entered the room the small thing in the isolette let out a large piercing cry, simultaneously three streaks of lightening cracked right outside the window and everything went dark for a minute in the room, his wife’s cry of fright coming from the bed before the lights blinked back on as the power was restored by the emergency generators.

  “The lightening must have hit a transformer or something, though I shouldn’t be surprised given the way the sky has looked over the last hours” The dark rolling angry looking clouds had started to roll in shortly after their arrival and had seemed to continue to build through the hours they had been there. The flashes of lightening had started just before the baby had been born but nothing had hit till just then.

  The baby still wailed in the isolette, an angry and piercing cry. The young father walked over and put out his finger, smiling as the tiny thing latched on with one small hand and instantly quieted. Big vivid blues eyes stared up into his as he said “Hello little one, welcome to the big big world”. He slipped his hands underneath the tiny bundle and lifted it up into his arms and turned to his wife and smiled as big as any new father ever had. His world was now complete.

  Chapter 2 A Helping Hand a shattered life

  Today

  Aryana rolled down the window on her SUV and inhaled deeply the fresh, clean, earthy scent of the woods as she drove farther into the woods. She tried to let the familiar drive and clean air sooth her and help her to relax. The last 6 months had been hell and her body was tight with tension. She turned off onto the familiar dirt road, more a path really and came to a stop not far from a large pristine lake just as the sun started to set. It was best really, she preferred to swim at night or early twilight anyway, there was something magical about that time that just made her feel at peace and whole.

  She shut off the engine and leaned back against the seat closing her eyes she let her mind wander back over the last six months of torture she had lived through. A month before her wedding her father, her only family in the whole world, becoming seriously ill and had been hospitalized. A week later her fiancé came to see her, only to tell her he couldn’t marry someone who didn’t make HIM their first and most important priority, demanding his ring back. Staying with her father every day and night, sleeping in the chair holding his hand, talking to him as he lay still and unconscious. She used the showers at the hospital and ordered food from the cafeteria downstairs to be delivered to the room so she wouldn’t have to leave. Then the inevitable from the doctors. Their treatments weren’t working, they didn’t know what was wrong, they couldn’t cure him. Three weeks later on what should have been the happiest day of her life, her father slipped away. He had fought so hard, but her once virile father just hadn’t been strong enough to fight off whatever claimed him. Instead of her honeymoon and tears of joy, she wept tears of sorrow and planned her father’s funeral. She was the only family at the funeral, many of her father’s friends had shown up but none of the distant family that she knew of... in the end she had been alone except for Tony her best friend. If it hadn’t of been for him she probably would have died within weeks of her father.

  After her father’s passing Aryana withdrew from the world into her little house. She rarely went out and rarely spoke to her friends anymore. Her father had been not just her father but her best friend. Abandoned by her mom early in her life, her Dad had been all she had had after her Gran had passed four months before him. She had grown up knowing love and being a daddy’s girl. Her father had showered her with so much love and kindness and had been the best father ANY child could have asked for. With him and her Gran gone she was hollow inside, like a very large part of her heart had died with him.

  Her friends understood but after a few months only her closest friend still called and talked or came over for movie night. He was starting to urge her to go out, to be among people again, saying she couldn’t hide from life forever. She loved her friend dearly but he still had both of his parents, still together and living. He just didn’t know how deep her grief was. She had just started to heal from her Grans passing when her father had taken ill. Blinking back to reality Aryana saw that the sun had set and that magical twilight time had come. It wasn’t quite fully night time yet but it wasn’t daylight either… climbing out of the vehicle she quick walked to the water and stripped down.

  Diving in, the water was warm and helped to relax her and wash away her disturbing memories. She swam for a while; the moon was high when she finally climbed from the water. Her muscles ached from such a long swim but it felt good. She lay out on the soft grass in the moonlight staring up at the sky. Out here away from people, away from the lights and the noise of the town she felt whole and at peace. Like everything would be OK, that she would be OK. A tear slipped out the corner of her eye and ran into the damp hair by her ear. Before she could stop herself she started to bawl, curling up in a ball on her side she cried long and hard. Tears for her father, her grandmother, the wedding she would never have, the children that wo
uld never come, the dreams of a future with Scott by her side and the home they would make together that would never be... and she cried for herself.

  How long she lay there and cried she didn’t know but finally she cried herself out. Exhausted she fell asleep. When she woke the moon was still high but the night was completely still, turning her bright blue eyes still moist with tears to the moon. She knew it was silly but she felt like the moon was her friend, that it was there for her and would help her. Dearest moon, if you can hear me. Please help me. I hurt so badly, please help me find my way again, please help me be whole again. She sat for a moment her eyes closed then rose and slowly got dressed. Climbing back into her SUV she paused to look back at the moon, hoping it had heard her.

  Aryana backed up and then slowly drove down the path. She flicked on her high beams so she could see till she got back to the main road. Wouldn’t do any good to run into a tree because she couldn’t see it right? She was maybe a couple hundred yards from the main road when something dark and furry darted out in front of her. She slammed on the breaks as her heart thundered in her ears, bracing for impact even as she turned the wheel. A sickening thunk reached her ears and her body jolted forward as she felt the vehicle hit whatever had run out in front of her… She stared wide eyed and unseeing as she tried to catch her breath. Taking quick stock she realized she wasn’t hurt, the SUV was sitting diagonally across the road but she hadn’t hit a tree and it would still run.

  Scrambling to undo her seat-belt and get out of the car Aryana’s mind fast-forwarded to the thing that had run in front of her. It had been large and dark brown, almost black, other than that she had no clue what it could be. Whatever it was though was out there hurt and easy prey to other animals. It needed her help. Rounding the front of her SUV she cautiously looked down over the roof of her hood. There lying on the ground was…. nothing. Absolutely nothing. Aryana’s eyes rounded in surprise and then concern, she fell to her hands and knees thinking maybe it had somehow ended up UNDER the vehicle but there was nothing. Standing up slowly she dusted off her hands and scanned the road. Seeing nothing in the area illuminated by the cars headlights she crossed over and looked along the sides of the road, still seeing nothing.