Her Mate: The Lost Wolf Series Audiobook

Alexandra Owens of the Blood Red Moon pack leaves to attend college in Silver Moon territory. As an alpha female without a wolf, Alexandra never expected to find a mate until Corwin walked in.

Unfortunately, Silver Moon is preparing Rebecca, a gamma warrior, to be the alpha heir’s chosen mate.

Corwin finds himself caught between the wills of she-wolves when he departs on a rescue mission to aid the Harvest Moon pack in finding their taken Luna.

Will Corwin be able to help mend old wounds with Harvest Moon and rescue his moon blessed mate?

Alex

My heart pounds and a scream erupts from my mother. I bury my face into her. Shaking, I open my clenched eyes, and realization dawns on me as pink curtains flow in the breeze. I roll over in my full size bed, noting that sweat coats my skin in a fine sheen, and annoyance rolls though me. It has been years since I had nightmares. Why today, of all days, do they have to plague me? 

Kicking at my twisted bedsheets, I find they stick to my legs, wet, just like my skin. Ugh, this is disgusting. I peel the soaked sheets from my feet, standing before pulling off the linens altogether. 

I won’t be coming back, but I really do not want a mess on my bed while I finish packing. But before anything, I need a shower. Entering my ensuite, I turn the shower on to heat up while brushing my teeth. 

When I glance up at the mirror, I cringe; I am a wreck. This is not going to cut it. I grab my face cleaner and hop into the shower.

Water pours down my skin, washing away the sweat of my bad dream. I wish it could wash away the feeling of dread it leaves in its wake. No such luck has ever landed on my doorstep, but one still has hope. I take care to make sure all the grime is gone and use my refreshing lemon-scented cleanser to brighten my senses before I take on this life-changing day.

A knock sounds at the door, and I startle, almost falling to the shower floor. Cursed, I tell you.

“Who is it?” I call out, racking my brain as to who it could be.

“Miss Alexandra, I am sorry to disturb you, but would you like me to take the trunk to the car?” Cinda, our omega servant, calls through the door.

“No, I will be right out. Just—” I yell to her, wrapping a towel around my chest after climbing out. “Hold on.” I open the door. I really wish that I had brought clean clothes to change into, but seriously, this is my room.

My bags are all packed and sitting at Cinda’s feet; it seems she has packed the rest of my things while I was in the shower. Pulling my eyes from the bags, I look around my childhood bedroom, noting the remnants of the life I am leaving behind. My brown teddy, the snow globe my father gave me sits on the shelf next to it. 

Cinda follows my gaze, “Are you sure you don’t want to take them? I can pack them in here.” She lifts the bag in her hands. Perfectly polished nails. She may be an omega, but she has always cared for her appearance, hair in a twist, though it is starting to gray along her face. She was sure to teach me as a child, too, teeth brushed, hair combed, nails cleaned, nothing got by her. My gaze lingers, Cinda coughs, pulling my attention back to her. 

“No, I am not taking them. The trunk stays too. I will not be taking it,” I state sternly, turning toward the door to my walk-in closet. 

A lone outfit hangs on the rail, waiting for me. This is really happening; I am leaving for college today. Part of me is thrilled to leave, while part of me is also ready to break down into tears. Leaving the pack for college is not common for young she-wolves, especially an Alpha’s daughter. For me, it came as no surprise when my parents approached me about further education away from the pack. It is sad to say, but no one pays much attention to me, as I am without a wolf.

A chill runs down my spine as last nights’ nightmare tries to rear its ugly head. I shake the chill away, pulling myself from the memories. I do not want to recall the darkness. 

Reaching for a hanger, I slip the yellow cotton dress over my shoulders and shimmy it down to cover my hips. Next, I slide my feet into a pair of strappy pink sandals before I grab a cardigan to put in my purse. I mindlink my brother, letting him know I am almost ready to leave. 

Even though I have no wolf, I still have a great sense of smell and can mindlink with those in the pack, which is great. On the unfortunate side, I never got the rapid healing that most wolves have. Don’t get me wrong, I heal faster than the average human, but it is still considerably slow compared to a wolf. 

Exiting the closet with my purse, I grab one of the bags from the floor. Cinda picks up the other and helps me take them down to Mark, who is my chaperone for the day. Mark, a delta warrior, has served my family for many years, taking my mother and myself under his protection whenever my father, our beta or gamma, was not around. Ever since the attack, Alpha never let any of us stray too far outside the pack’s borders. 

Standing in the foyer, I look around, reminiscing about the life I had in this home when a flash of color comes racing in my direction. I’d know that streak of red hair anywhere; my brother Bryson casually dressed in black sweats and a gray t-shirt descends the stairs. 

“Wait!” he calls out, sprinting over. His strong arms wrap around me, yanking me in for a hug. 

My baby brother, my saving grace, still protects me as if his life and soul depend on it. Bryson, in his own backwards thinking, feels I protected him and our mother during the attack. That is the farthest thing from the truth; in fact, I was caught in the middle. I did nothing heroic. Still, Bryson loves me dearly, and I would not be as strong as I am today without him. 

When I was a teen with no wolf, he knew I needed to know how to protect myself, so he helped me, even though it was not sanctioned by our father. 

Even at nine years old, Bryson knew that I would have to train harder than any other female, as I am more vulnerable without a wolf. Bryson turned thirteen last year, gaining his wolf. As most wolves in our pack do at thirteen, his strength grows every day. I can feel new muscles that have popped up on his back through his shirt. My chest constricts, and I am crushed by his hug. 

“Bye, Bryce. I love you.” A rogue tear falls down my cheek. 

Pulling back from me, he brushes it away. “Don’t be sad, Lex. I will visit when Father lets me.” 

“Thanks, Bryce, but you know a future Alpha cannot be running about when he should be studying and training.” I sigh at him. 

“Come on, don't quote Alpha right now.” His lips grimace, and he rolls his eyes under his long strawberry lashes.

He knows very well that Father will not let him visit. My father hopes that by educating me further, I may become of some use to our pack. From what I can tell, he is not holding his breath. It is widely known that a direct descendant of an Alpha with no wolf has never been a useful asset, only a liability. 

I shrug my shoulders and dive back in for one last hug. The air squeezes out of my lungs under his firm grip, and I cough, making Bryce chuckle. 

“Get a move on. The plane won’t wait,” he reminds me, placing his hands on my shoulders. I swear even his hands have grown larger in the last year.

My lips pull tight, and I walk down the front steps, pausing on the bottom step. I glance back at Bryce, and he waves farewell. I nod to him, his eyes holding the same sadness I feel in my heart.

I take one last look at my old home, wave goodbye, and climb into the dark sedan. Buckling myself in, I set my gaze out the front window and wonder what my new adventure will bring.