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Featuring:

Book 1: The Unwanted Luna - Kennedy and Ryker's Story

Book 2: The Warrior's Mate - Finn and Greta's Story

Book 3: Taming the Alpha's Heir - Ben and Elara's Story

Kennedy is a human thrown into the unbelievable world of the supernatural when her parents die in a freak car accident and her mother’s best friend steps in to become her guardian.

Her mother’s best friend, Beth, is the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack. Kennedy has known Beth and her husband James and their son Jeremiah her whole life, but thought pack life would be something she would only hear about.

The Alpha and Luna keep no secrets about the dangers of their world for a human like Kennedy. Jeremiah takes an interest in keeping Kennedy safe and helps her through the trauma of moving on from the accident.

Kennedy is taught pack ways and for the most part is loved by all the pack members, learning the values of the pack bond, the ways of the warriors and respect for the hierarchy of the wolf culture. She becomes a very proficient warrior even with only human strength and senses.

Follow Kennedy on her journey of mates, love, friendship and fighting a mate bond she doesn’t want holding her back from her own goals and dreams.

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Ryker is a young, well-known, and feared Alpha of Dark Moon pack. He cares for his pack members through tough love and an iron fist. He's seen what happens when Alphas take their mate. It makes them weak and lose focus. Many have been corrupted by terrible mates. He would rather stay alone than be controlled.

Prologue

What do you do when you're a human in a wolf pack and your best friend is the next Alpha?

You join in that's what. Or you join as much as a human can. Kennedy and Jeremiah have been friends since birth. Their moms were best friends in college and passed on the friendship to their kids.

When a tragic accident claims her parents but somehow leaves Kennedy alive and no family members will take on the burden of a teenager with no large inheritance. The one person closest to her mom steps up to claim her.

Kennedy and Jeremiah have been inseperable ever since. She has spent the last two years learning pack ways and pack values, but is set on going to college and experiencing human life outside the pack she knows and loves. She’s a human and knows she won’t be a wolf’s mate. She is prepared to leave the pack and live in the human world. She aspires to take over the fitness studio her mom started with Jeremiah's mom. It's a legacy that keeps her parent's memory alive.

She has everything planned out, much to her best friend's dismay. All her college forms are signed, room and board set up and her business classes are on track to have her graduate in three years. She just has to survive high school for one more year before that can all happen. Thankfully werewolves think that senior year is the time to start focusing on the future so many classes are in place to help her succeed faster.

Her life is planned, Jeremiah will start training to take over his pack. This is the last hurrah before their lives go in their predetermined ways. She knows they will always be close, like their moms. She can't go a day without talking to him. It's been like that for as long as she can remember. She feels incomplete without the contact, so there is no question of losing touch. She also knows that they aren't mates, even though many people were hoping their close relationship couldn't be anything else. At eighteen their relationship is that of siblings with twin like tendencies. Also something no one can explain. She cannot mindlink, or shift and yet she move like a wolf, thinks like a wolf, has the instincts of a wolf.

Many believe she will get her 'human adventure' out of her system and then come home to the pack for good.

Until Kennedy's life decides to throw her another curve ball and force her to make choices she never planned on.

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1 - Kennedy

The peeling sound of screeching tires. A loud thunk and an explosion of glass. An invisible force throwing me forward. But no control over anything, nothing to grab as my hands fly through the air. I hit a solid surface and jolted up. I gasp as I blink my eyes open. I’m in my room. I am always in my room. I can still smell burned rubber and gas though. The pungent fumes still burn in my nose. This nightmare will never go away. It’s the same thing every night. It has been for two years. I take another deep breath in, trying to clear the smell from my nose and the sight from the back of my eyelids.

My door bursts open and my best friend comes flying at me. At this point I think we should just share a room, with the amount of time he spends with me here. He says nothing, just climbs under the cushiony down blanket and wraps me in his arms, placing my head on his chest. His heartbeat and smell is comforting enough for me to fall back into a dreamless sleep.

I have had the same dream every night since the crash. I don’t know what am I supposed to do? I have been to every doctor that Aunt Beth has sent me to and nothing seems to make it better, except being near Jeremiah. It is messing with my life which is already a complete sh*tshow anyway. I don’t need any more weirdass situations. It’s also not super convenient for him either.

“Awe, sweetheart, you look tired. Another bad night?” Aunt Beth asks like she couldn’t hear me scream from across the house.

I can’t bring myself to be a moody teenager to her though, her and Uncle James have done so much for me the last couple years. They didn’t have to take me in, but when none of my other family members stepped in to claim guardianship over a fifteen year old teenager, my mom’s best friend and her husband took me in without question. She was the one who stayed with me in the hospital while I recovered and she was the one who held me when the doctors told me my parents didn’t survive. She made sure I saw the best doctors and specialists to help me process the whole situation.

“Yeah, They seem to be getting worse, but I don’t know why.” I grumble as I sit down at her massive island and she puts a plate of all my favorite breakfast foods in front of me and I just give her a big smile and dig in.

“You ready yet?” Oh the dulcet howl from my best friend comes from somewhere in the house ten minutes later. What would I do without him in my life?

“Almost. Aunt Beth is trying to gorge me on food and I can’t be rude and leave anything behind.” I say shoving a forkful of food into my mouth.

“Mom, you know she doesn’t need to eat the same amount as me, right? I’m going to have to roll her to school.” He throws my way walking towards the fridge like he isn’t going to grab a plateful of food and wolf it down.

“Did you just call me fat?!” I took a swipe at him from my seat, but he’s fast as f*ck and I missed. “I will remind you, sir, that I train just as much as you. My body just isn’t predestined to be god-like with rock solid muscles stacked on more muscles.”

“So, you’re saying I’m hot and we should go out sometime?” He leans on the doorframe of the kitchen as he slings his backpack over his shoulder while simultaneously shoveling food into his face. I can’t deny that my best friend is hot. He is one of the best looking guys I have ever seen and there are a lot of good looking guys here. I’m pretty sure it’s a genetic trait for werewolves. With his chocolate hair in a strategically messy flop on the top of his head, like he ran his fingers through it but didn’t bother to fix it. His light caramel eyes can draw you in and almost make you miss his full lips. His over six foot stature screams ‘I will keep you safe’ or ‘I will f*ck you up’ depending on who it’s directed at. But, I will never say any of that to him out loud, his ego doesn’t need the boost. But I have never felt the hormonal pull to him either. He is my brother for all intents and purposes and we are super close, but that’s it.

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“Are you kidding?! One of your Luna wannabes would slit my throat in my sleep. And now that you’re eighteen, they are so much worse.” I grimace and pretend to vomit.

“Are those girls still giving you a hard time, honey?”

“Aunt Beth, it’s fine. They would give me a hard time even if we were destined mates.” I pretend to gag again. “They don’t like me because I’m human and beneath them, but I somehow have the attention of their fearless future Alpha. Besides, no one has tried to hit me with anything in a long time. It’s just stupid girls with stupid insults.” I roll my eyes like it doesn’t bother me as I push Jeremiah’s big ass out of the house so we can head to our first day of senior year.

What I won’t tell her is that the insults have gotten worse recently. Apparently, having dead parents and being a human in a werewolf pack wasn’t enough to work with. Now, I am a sl*t who sleeps around with all of Jeremiah’s friends behind his back, even though we have never dated and never will. We have known each other from birth, literal birth. We have the same birthday and were born in the same hospital. Our mom’s had been best friends since college. They graduated together and opened a studio that taught yoga and women’s self defense. My mom took over the studio when Aunt Beth met Uncle James and became the Luna of the pack, which takes a ton of time.

Aunt Beth kept the studio for me and I work there a couple days a week. I help train and the manager is teaching me about the inner workings of the business so I can take over some day. It’s the one thing that my mom left to me that I feel the most connected to her. They started this from nothing and taught both humans and werewolves. It’s a legacy that I really want to keep going, no matter what I do with my life.

“You still plan on leaving for school next year?” Jeremiah asks, not looking at me from the driver’s seat of his muscle car. I couldn’t tell you what it is, but it’s sleek matte black, big and beefy with an engine that growls.

We have had this conversation so many times over the last year that I don’t know what else to say to him.

“Yes, Jer. I have to go. You are going to really start Alpha training and I am a human so it’s not like I am looking for a mate. I mean, it wasn’t you and I don’t know how anyone else will ever compare.” I say dramatically, putting the back of my hand on my forehead. “And right now, I don’t have any other useful purpose in the pack.”

“You know how strangep that was right? Everyone waiting to see if we were mates. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you are amazing and beautiful, but you’re my twin sister.” He shutters dramatically and I just laugh at him.

“You are such a weirdo. You ready for this year though? I mean there are a lot of expectations now. Everything is starting to feel real.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be I guess.” He shrugs. “We already have a bunch of trips planned to visit with other pack Alphas so I can start building relationships with them. At least I’m not the only new Alpha. There are two more in our alliance, which helps. I won’t be the odd man out and just treated like a stupid kid all by myself.” I laugh at him, but I get it. The visiting Alphas can be patronizing to younger wolves. It’s a hierarchy thing, but some of them, like some of our pack members, think that their species, rank and position make them automatically better and allowed to behave anyway and say anything they want with no retaliation.

We pull up to the school and into Jer’s parking spot and of course the b*tch entourage is here waiting.

“Oooooh! Your fan club is here to make sure you don’t break a nail on your way to classes.” I sing song.

“Shut up.” He growls, taking a deep breath before getting out.

These girls are ruthless in their pursuit of him and many of them are eighteen like us and know for a fact that he isn’t their mate, but they still pursue him like he’s available. I mean, he’s not a saint by any stretch of the imagination, none of his crew is. They are actually kind of manwh*res. According to Tommy, it was to practice so they could be good for their mates.

But since our birthday when he came of age and is able to sense his mate, I don’t think I have seen Jer with another girl, I don’t think his wolf will let him. They are game on for their mate and only their mate. Too bad none of the b*tch brigade got the memo.

His lack of attention brought on more rumors about him slumming around with me, but I could at least shut those down pretty fast when I reminded them that means he chose me not them. They changed tactics pretty fast.

We both got out of the car and I had to fight the crowd that surrounded him just to get by, but he has never left me hanging, no matter how mean some of these girls can be, and now is no exception. I do love that he doesn’t baby me or fight my fight for me. He knows that would be more detrimental. I can actually fight for myself and I have the attitude to match. He just keeps the trolls from getting in my way or holding me up from classes.

“Kennedy, let’s go girl. The guys are waiting.” He wraps his arm around my neck and leads me away. “What am I going to do without you here to c*ckblock for me? See, you can’t go away to college. I need you here.”

“First, that is your mate's job, so chop chop and find her already so I can pass the torch. Second, you know why I want to go. I can’t be a burden any more. I want to do right by my parents and Aunt Beth and Uncle James. I need to be able to support myself, I can’t rely on you guys forever.”

“That is a lie and you know it. You had better rely on me forever. I fully plan to rely on you, Warrior.” He tries to look stern, but his handsome face doesn’t really do the look if he isn’t actually angry. “And you know Mom is never letting you go, she’s plotting just as hard as I am to keep you here.”

Before I can reply, the rest of the guys walk up looking like a Magic Mike runway show before all the clothes come off. Not gonna lie, I might have drooled a bit, but what do you expect when all of my friends are hot as f*ck. Too bad none of them are my type, and I’m not their mate. And I have tested all the waters, except Jeremiah. It’s just an unspoken rule that none of us bring it up or discuss it at all.

Ben is our dark haired, tattooed and broody Beta. Tommy is our fun loving Delta and Jason our blonde surfer boy Gamma. They are all tall, and wide like Jer, with Adonis muscles crammed into too tight shirts. I always wonder if that’s on purpose or if they just can’t be bothered to find clothes that fit.

They all do the bro hug thing as we meet up and each one gives me a hug and kiss on the head or cheek. It’s all very public and very much on purpose after last year.

2 - Kennedy

“Hey Kennedy! Looking good girl! I think you get hotter every time I see you.”

“Tommy. You saw me yesterday…at training…when I kicked your ass.” I didn’t actually kick his ass. I just didn’t get beat, and gave him a run for his money.

“That’s better every time too.” He closes his eyes and smiles and we all just laugh.

“You are so stupid!” I say to our future Delta. “Does that line work on any girls?’

“I save my best lines for you, until I find my mate of course. Then I won’t need any lines, she will love me no matter what.” He puts his hand on his heart.

“Lucky girl.” I pretend to vomit on Jason, who just laughs.

“You’re lucky the Moon Goddess is going to force someone to be with you forever. Otherwise, I don’t know if anyone would put up with you that long.” Ben huffs a laugh. I don’t know if I have ever seen our tough-as-nails friend really show any emotion outwardly. He’s actually a really nice guy, when you get to know him, but to the outside world he’s stern and quiet, but he seems to make that look work based on the amount of girls that try and get him to open up, so determined to ‘fix’ him or ‘save’ him. I don’t think he’s broken, just reserved. His mate will be the only person he shows that side to.

We head into the school ready to start the first day of our senior year.

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The first week of classes were about as expected. Mean girls say mean things, but the guys don’t let it go too far. They don’t step in right away like they used to. When I first got here, it was a big deal that I was human and best friends with the Alpha’s son, and no matter what race, species or supernatural powers you have, teenagers can just be assholes. So the guys would jump in to protect me, but that just made things worse. It made me a bigger target to pick on because I was perceived as being weak, an easy target.

I struggled to even just get out of bed after the accident, the kids at school didn’t help. Jeremiah used to drag me to training to get me out of the house. It did give me an outlet when my depression morphed into the anger stage of grieving. One day at training a girl got extra rough after she got laughed at. A prank she tried to set on me backfired and she ended up with syrup on her pants for part of the day.

She decided to retaliate publicly. Since I was human, she assumed I wouldn’t know how to really fight even though I train with all of them every day. Her first mistake. She also thought she wouldn’t have to put a lot of effort in because, again, I was human and she was a wolf and there is no comparison. Her second mistake. I beat her severely, and since then I have been training with the guys as a future warrior as well as training self defense at my mom’s studio.

There are things I can’t do, like shift into an enormous beast, but I still train with them even when they are in their wolf form. It has made me faster and more aware. I think the guys go easy on me, but the jealous girls do not. My skill set is varied and probably better because of that.

I have also been working with the trainers on using my other senses to enhance them like any other muscle. I have found I am really good at tracking and hiding from trackers. Even though a wolf’s sense of smell is very strong. I can even fool Jeremiah, who is one of the strongest with Alpha blood.

“So, what exactly is this meeting about? I mean all of the alliances are good, right?” Tommy asks Jer as they are circling each other in the sparring ring after school.

“I think it’s more about getting me and the other future Alphas ready to take over. You know meeting the other Alphas, establishing relationships, that kind of thing. I’ve known most of these guys my whole life, so it won’t be too bad. Mostly a formality.” Jeremiah dodges a series of punches, but doesn’t respond quick enough, because he talks with his hands, and is taken out with a leg swipe and he hits the ground hard, recovers and rolls before Tommy can land another kick. Jer pushes Tommy’s foot away, causing him to stumble and stands to take the offensive.

Before they get too rowdy, Jason steps up and taps Tommy on the shoulder, switching out to partner with Jer. We rotate frequently to work on his stamina. I went first and got a great right hook in, but I was taken out shortly after with a punch to the ribs. I may have heard a few crack, but I am not saying anything to them. The last time they thought they hurt me, no one fought against me for a month. I have been working with our main healer at the clinic on ways to heal faster and not get sick as often. Werewolves apparently have no issues with sickness or disease the way humans do and they heal from broken bones in days and scrapes in a matter of hours. My human body needs more time, but the herbs and teas our healer has speeds up healing and takes away most of the soreness and pain.

“When do you leave?” Jason asks as they continue to work around each other. Our resident surfer boy with sandy blonde hair and dark eyes. He’s the sweet calm to Ben’s military rigidity and Tommy’s wild silliness.

“We take off tonight, so make sure you keep an eye on her.” He pointed to me and I almost spit out the water I was drinking.

“What are you talking about ‘watch me?’ What do I need a babysitter for? You’re going to be gone for the weekend.” I am trying to stay calm, but not doing a great job. I hate it when they get like this.

“You know there have been rogue attacks up and down the southern borders. They haven’t been too close to us, but now that I am in transition for the Alpha title we are vulnerable and you will be a target for several reasons. The other new Alphas have noticed a similar situation. It’s just a precaution, I promise.”

“What reasons are those exactly?” I can’t let the idea drop. He’s been more obsessive in his protectiveness of me lately and I don’t know why. Something is going on and I want to know what it is.

“You know why Ken, come on.” He pleads, knowing where this conversation is going to lead. He can't focus on me for too long though, Jason is still working his grappling skills and they all use me as a distraction for Jer.

“Nope. I’m going to need you to spell that sh*t out for me.”

He huffs and looks around at the rest of the guys, like they are going to save him. They know better than to jump into this warpath, but they aren’t running for the hills either.

“Fine. It can’t happen again, I can’t handle it, we can’t handle it.” He gestures at the guys.

“What, Jer-e-mi-ah,” I enunciated his name, “can’t happen again?”

“You can’t get taken again!” He grits out through clenched teeth.

“Nothing happened last time.” My voice is getting louder. “They had me for all of 2 days, you have to get past this.”

“Bullsh*t! You were targeted because of me. That can’t happen again.”

I change tactics. “Who had to rescue me then, hmm?” I’m fighting for a calm I don’t feel. I can appreciate his feelings, but I do not have to put up with his stupid reactions to them.

He takes a breath and halts his fight with Jason. “You got yourself away, okay? I know that, we all know that, but that is beside the point. You are a human who was left unguarded.” He growled at me.

“The f*ck?! I was and am a warrior with this pack. Anyone in my position, in my location, could have been taken. Or am I not good enough to hold that title anymore?”

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“You know you are, I just…” He grunts. “I can’t lose you. People know you are important to me and they will target you because of that and the fact that you are human.” He rubs his face.

“Ben and Jason and Tommy are important to you. Are you going to put a babysitting detail on them too?”

“What? No, of course not. That’s their job. They’re just…” He stutters again, knowing he’s losing this argument.

“Just what? Guys? Werewolves?” I shrug. “I know you worry about me, but I’m not dumb enough to run into danger. So stop treating me like a fragile piece of glass. And what about your Luna? Are you going to put her under lock and key when you find her? I’d like to be around for that fight.”

“But you are fragile, Ken, ugh,” He jumps in front of me, grabs my shoulders and pulls me into his chest, locking my arms by my side in his control hold type hug. “You are more fragile than we are. One of the new Alphas was moving his mate to his pack and her vehicle was attacked enroute. She’s okay, but a lot of people were hurt and she was held for ransom. She fought Ken, fought hard and was still captured.”

I can’t argue that they are less breakable than me, it’s a scientific fact. And a Luna is the heart of her pack, it’s the one thing that makes an Alpha his strongest, but can also destroy him. He just seems to keep forgetting, I am not his Luna.

“I’ll be fine.” I mumble noncommittal.

“Oh yeah? How are the ribs?”

“Wha…?”

“Don’t try to lie, I felt them crack. I don’t think they are broken, since you are able to yell at me, but that is my point. You are my sister and very, very important. And very much in need of the healer,” He squeezes my side and I wince. “Let's go.”

“No! I’ll be fine in a couple days. Healer Gwen gave me something to speed up healing. I’ll be good as new to beat your ass when you get back.”

“We go now or I mindlink mom.”

I gasp. “Low blow, Jer.”

“Come on Ken, let’s get you checked out and then he can buy all of us something to eat to guarantee you’ll feel better.” Tommy chimes in. He already has his stuff packed up and ready to go. We have been fighting longer than I thought when I look at the time.

“Here, Kennedy.” Ben hands me my bag. Well, I guess we’re going then. I grudgingly follow them out to Jeremiah’s car. I know if I stall too long someone will just pick me up and throw me in like a toy.

It was two small fractures and the guys were sworn to secrecy about it. Aunt Beth tended to get very over protective when I got hurt in any way. Worse than Jeremiah, and I always had bruises and scrapes. It was a wonder she let me train with the pack at all, but I think she knew I would find a way and the guys, and probably Uncle James, would have fully supported the anarchy. I had also been taking classes with my mom for my whole life, so I wasn’t accident prone or weak, just human. I just tended to play hard, always have, like I was part wolf myself.

When we got back to the pack house Aunt Beth had pizzas all lined up for us. Even though Tommy made us stop for burgers on the way back from the healer, all the guys rushed for the food.

Aunt Beth walked up to me while Uncle James and Delta Drake carried the bags outside.

“We will be back in a couple days, hon.” Aunt Beth hugs me, that worried look in her eyes.

“Seriously, I will be fine. Besides, I have the boy band to keep me company.” I point my thumb over my shoulder at Tommy, Ben and Jason sitting at the island working on a pizza. “You better go, so I can get over there, you know they won’t leave me any.” I hugged her one more time.

I walked over to the island and had to slap Tommy’s hand away from the last slice of cheese pizza. He just giggled like a little kid. Big strong arms wrapped around me from behind and squeezed me tight.

“Love you, Ken. I left a shirt in your room. Just in case.” He whispers in my ear.

“Thanks. Love you too.” I lean back into him and squeeze his massive arm with my hand. Then he was gone.

gone.