A continuation in The Broken Series. This book will follow Calvin, Queen Molly's brother, on his search throughout the kingdom to find his mate. It will show how he adapts to things that have happened to him and learn to accept himself while on his search.

“Aren’t we waiting for your… friend?” He smiles. “She’s already here.” I follow him into the dining room, glancing at the photos on the wall as we walk. He hasn’t changed any of them since Mom died. Not a single one. The walls have been repainted a few times, but the photos have remained. “Remember, Em,” he turns to me before pushing the door open. “She makes me happy.” I smile and laugh awkwardly. “How bad can it be?” Bad, I realize as soon as I step into the dining room. It’s been redone- a gaudy dark green with dark mahogany wood. My dad never would have done this. It looks awful, but it’s not nearly as bad as who I find seated at the table in a matching green dress. It’s the same shade as her homecoming dress our freshman year. “Ava?” I say, my voice shaky and giving away my anger, but I don’t care. “Ava f*****g Johnston?” She looks up at me, her fake blond hair cascading beside her face. I turn to look at my dad as fury rises. “I didn’t recognize her when we first met,” he tells me gently, trying to calm me. “We met at the gym and went out for coffee.” I turn back to her, and she smiles awkwardly as she still sits at the dining room table like she belongs here. In my mother’s seat. My heart is pounding, and my breathing is shaky. “She bullied me,” I say to my dad, trying not to cry. “She was horrible. Do you not remember how many times you had to dry my tears because of her? I had to change schools because of her!” “She’s not who she was then,” he tells me gently. “She makes me happy.” I leave, seething in anger. That’s just fine, Ava. F**k my daddy, and I’ll f**k yours. -------------------------------- In her anger, Emmy creates a mess, and she's not sure it's one she can get out of without hurting everyone involved. **Since this story features longer chapters, it updates three times a week. They'll be available Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 5AM EST.**

"Anders comes over and offers me his arm. It’s an odd thing for him to do, but I take it and let him lead me away. We’re just outside the village when I can’t ignore the ache inside me any longer. I want this man. I NEED this man. Releasing his arm, I step in front of him and throw my arms around his neck. I kiss him with everything that I have, the metallic taste of blood now on my lips, but I can’t be bothered to care. I move my hands down and tug at his belt, trying my best to untie it. “Ellie,” he says breathlessly, but he doesn’t move his hands from my hips. “We’re on a path. I’m covered in blood.” “I need you,” I tell him desperately, looking up into his eyes, which have returned to their normal blue. “You aren’t scared of me?” His question makes me pause. He seems so vulnerable, and it makes my heart hurt. I love this man so much. “Not at all,” I tell him, reaching up to cup his face. “You love me so well.” “No one will ever hurt you,” he tells me seriously, pulling me closer to him. “I won’t allow it.” “I know.” He leans down to kiss me as my hands move to his hair, holding him against me. He breaks the kiss, only to look around, and pulls me toward the woods. Once out of sight, he lifts me and pins me against a tree, assaulting my lips as I wrap my legs around him. “I thought you would leave me when you saw who I truly am,” he says, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down my neck that light my skin on fire. “I could never leave you. You’re part of me.” --------- Kidnapped by Vikings, Eleanor falls in love with her protector, who has a large secret. How will she feel when she learns that he is a werewolf? Will she still be able to love him? What other secrets does he hold?

As I crack the door I can see a very pregnant Molly sitting in the floor with them, handing them toys and smiling. Andrew is holding a toy rattle that he’s shaking around, a giant smile on his face as Cora tries to place a triangle shaped block into a hole on a box. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak in, closing the door softly behind me, but my favorite girl spots me. “Dada!” Cora exclaims, tossing her toy aside and crawling over to me. I reach down and lift her into my arms, walking over to sit in the floor next to my mate. I place Cora on one leg and reach over, lifting Andrew and placing him on my other leg. I wrap my arms around them and pull them tight to my chest, inhaling their scents. My grandmother is right, I’m going to screw it all up. I just hope they can forgive me for any mistakes. -------------------------- A sequel to "The Broken Wolf". Follow Molly and Seth in an action packed adventure through parenthood and their roles leading the Kingdom.

After her family is murdered, Celeste is forced to flee to another pack for safety. The new Alpha finds himself in need of a Luna and Celeste steps into the role. Though they attempt to resist, the bond between Alpha and Luna pulls them together, leaving them hopeful that they will find each other as mates on her 18th birthday as they slowly fall in love. Will a mate appear? And if he does, will she choose her true mate instead of the man she loves?

"I’m not even a real wolf. I saw you in the window and thought my family would have told you. I… I’m so sorry.” I say as my chest begins to hurt and I can barely breathe. “You are a real wolf, though. It’s in your scent. My wolf is sure of it.” “I’m not, though. I don’t have a wolf. I’ve never shifted, I’m not built as muscular. If anything happens to me, I can’t save myself. I’ll just be a huge liability.” “No” he snaps at me and I can see a flash of anger in his eyes. “You are NOT a liability. You’re my mate. The Goddess made you for me.” “The Goddess didn’t make me for anyone, Seth. No one wants me.” I say as my voice begins to waiver. This isn’t going how I thought. I never dreamed I’d have to convince my mate I wasn’t good enough. But this man just keeps surprising me as he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “There are people who DO want you, Molly. I want you. Your parents adopted you- they wanted you. Your brother always wanted you. He never stopped talking about you during training. You’re different Molly, but that doesn’t mean you’re not enough and that you’re not wanted.” he tells me as he just holds me on his lap. "I want you."