The Alpha’s Queen

She trembled from excitement and her hands clawed at him to do something about the feelings he was prompting in her.

Alex kissed the tip of her head before pulling her shirt off as gently as he could to not cause her fright or alarm, her hands moved to shield her body from his eyes.

"Shh, " He urged to her ear, "I won't hurt you, let me love you."


When he dropped, a black wolf lay in place of the human in the fog, it was as black as midnight with sleek fur that shone in the dark, the scar on the man's face was exactly as the one on the wolf's, its eyes were the sleekest of black with a touch of gold that lit as per his feelings. His paw slapped unto the ground in a strong yet firm move.


His memory was back, and he was Alexander de Luca the second. The Alpha of the strongest, most respected pack with the most powerful council of leaders. His pack. The De Luca Pack, where honor comes first.


"I am half human and half wolf. A werewolf and marking you means we're connected in every way that matters. I can feel it in me that you're not a mere human too but I can't find a wolf in you, I'll break this mystery of yours my Belle."


A shivering ten year old Isabelle Kane Knight, the sole heir and future Queen of the Bane Pack bore the grand weight and protection of her Pack.

Born a human with Fae blood coursing through her veins, Isabelle lost her werewolf mother and human father at the tender age of 4 to a brief illness that swiped through her Pack and left as briskly as it came.

For her security and that of the Pack as well as their whole future, Isabelle was made to disappear from the face of the earth but not before her Grandfather, Christopher Knight, the former Alpha of the Bane Pack handed her the secret that would revive her Pack's great name. At birth she was betrothed to the Alpha of the most powerful and strongest Pack, Alexander De Luca of the De Luca Pack which was the Bane Pack's closest ally pack.

None heard of the slender, slim boned beauty until several years later.

Now, ten years after her disappearance, Isabelle comes across a bloodied man with solid masculinity left for the dead in her territory where none has ever breached. The stranger awakens and ignites a passion unlike any other in the deepest part of her soul, the most exciting part was how the feeling was felt in him a thousand times greater than in her. A stranger whose memories of his past eluded him wholly.

What happens if the true and actual betrothal edict gets ignored and unfulfilled? What will be of the Packs involved?