Darling reader,
Thank you so much for reading Soul Mates, Vol. 1: the very first episodic novel of my “WOLF PACK” book series. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. I know you did. And oh, let me tell you this, I also know… You “thought” you “knew” where this story was going, didn’t you? Sweet, sweet fool. Let me catch you up on the delicious chaos you’ve just devoured, and the filthy cliffhanger waiting to ruin your sleep.
CHAPTER ONE RECAP
Did you feel the heat curling off Sienna’s restless dream? Our seventeen-year-old she-wolf, usually so composed, is unraveling at the seams, tormented by him. That ancient, powerful alpha who owns her fantasies and haunts her sheets. The one whose scent (pine, musk, sin) lingers in her lungs long after she wakes, slick and frustrated.
We opened with her tangled in silk and sweat, her lips tracing his chest, her fingers teasing the thick outline of his cock through strained boxers. A dream so vivid, so cruel, because the moment her fingertips grazes the opening of his boxers, morning rips it away. And then? Reality settles in.
Dr. Patrick Greyson, married, totally untouchable and infuriatingly sexy, shows up at her family’s farmhouse, all golden stubble and pure alpha dominance. He knows what he does to her. Smirks when her thighs press together. Leans close enough that his winter-pine scent drowns her senses. And when he spins tales of Pandora (kings, queens, wars), his voice drops to a growl, fingers brushing her throat like a threat? Or a promise.
But here’s the twist: he sees something among the trees. Something Sienna can’t. His grip tightens, his wolf surges faux protectively, and for a heartbeat, the porch light flickers with her Blue Moon magic, revealing gold in his eyes.
"Look. Right there," He points. She squints, sees nothing. And then he laughs, dark and knowingly, yanking her flush against him. "Can you even see, little wolf?" He taunts her with. Her pulse hammers, his wedding band glints, and the scent of their mutual arousals, their hunger is thick enough in the air to choke on. What “did” he see? And why does Sienna’s wolf howl in response? That nickname: honey bee, will ruin her. You’ll see.
CHAPTER TWO RECAP
Well, well. As you can see, that escalated quickly. Sienna Rightfeld, our sharp-tongued and barely-contained wolf princess, just played a dangerous game on her family’s porch. With her parents inside, her cousin lurking, and her twin about to pull up the driveway, she let Dr. Patrick Greyson (her father’s best friend, the neighboring hive pack’s Superior Alpha, and a very married man) push her right up against the edge of rebellion.
And by "edge," I mean his cock in her hand, her lips swollen from his kisses, and his cum cooling on her skin like a brand.
It started as defiance: "Stop calling me that, honey bee," and ended with her on her knees, his grip possessive, his wolf, Naeo growling mine through their forbidden mind-link. She thought she was teasing him. Meanwhile, he knew all along that she was surrendering to him.
But here’s the twist: Anne Marie smelled them. And Marcus probably did too. Brahm’s right outside. And Sienna? She’s locked in her bathroom, jeans sticky with proof, her wolf purring "Mate claimed, mate protected." while her human half screams: "He’s married!"
So tell me… Who’s “really” in control here? And more importantly, when Patrick said: "Why have a prince… when you can have a King?", was that a promise… or a threat? And yes, Elizabeth Greyson is very much alive, waiting inside Sienna’s family's farmhouse. And she’s watching. But Naeo’s not done with his "little princess" yet.
CHAPTER THREE RECAP
Anne Marie and Sienna, cousins, pack princesses turned captive omegas, had another sleepless night haunted by dreams that feel more like stolen memories. Their wolves, Nix and Jinx, whisper impossible truths: Marcus Walker and Patrick Greyson, the men who destroyed their pack, were meant to be their mates. But how?
Through fragmented visions, Anne Marie recalls Marcus’ voice, rough and possessive, calling her Bean Sprout, her father’s old nickname. Sienna wakes gasping, her body still humming from phantom touches of Patrick, a man she’s never truly known (or so she’s been tricked into thinking). Their wolves insist this is no coincidence. Their fates were rewritten.
But by whom? The witch who tends to their vampire captors, the same one who slips them potions that fog their minds. The same one who wasn’t there in their past, until suddenly, she was.
And now, the final twist: their dreams aren’t just dreams. They’re echoes of a life stolen. A timeline where Marcus and Patrick loved them. Where the attack on their pack would have never happened. But why would the witch erase that? And why do the vampires “want” them broken before their true mates can claim them? Anne Marie and Sienna vow to dig deeper. Because if their wolves are right, their enemies aren’t just jailers, they’re thieves. And stolen queens don’t kneel forever.
CHAPTER FOUR RECAP
Let’s recap this simmering pot of tension, shall we? Sienna and Anne Marie, our fallen Blue Moon princesses-turned-omegas, are trapped in the gilded nightmare of the Timmons-Von-Dracula estate. Breakfast prep is a bloody affair, literally, but their exhaustion isn’t just from servitude. No, it’s from dreams. Dreams of them.
Enter Lovette, the vampiric maid (head-of-estate) with a venomous tongue and a grudge sharper than her fangs. She delights in their suffering, but our girls? They’ve grown spines of steel in the shadows.
Then… the bombshell. Lord Jeffrey takes a call from Dr. Patrick Greyson, the Superior Alpha Wolf himself. His words drip like poisoned honey: “prophecy,” “rightful heirs,” “final destination, secured.”
Does he know? Does he “feel” Sienna’s dreams as vividly as she does? Is he coming? But the vampires aren’t idle, nor stupid. They know the girls have been "dreaming" again. That night, the witch arrives, silent, spectral, forcing wolfsbane-laced potions down their throats. “You will not dream,” she commands.
But it's too late. Because Jinx? She’s whispering through the haze to Sienna: “We’re one step closer. Now, we just have to remember. ” And oh, my… they will. Everything. The past cracks open. And their wolves? They’re howling the truth.
CHAPTER FIVE RECAP
Well, well, well… Are you buckled up yet? Because things just got complicated. This chapter threw Sienna, and us, back into the tangled web of forbidden desire, stolen memories, and a fate that refuses to stay rewritten. Jinx, her ever-loyal (and delightfully playful) wolf, dragged her through dreams of Blue Moon territory, only to flood her with visions of a life she (really?) had: interning at Greyson Medical, scrubbing in beside Dr. Patrick Greyson himself, and tasting the intoxicating thrill of his praise… and his lips.
But here’s the twist: this isn’t just a dream, or some wicked fantasy. It’s real. Fragments of a timeline erased, where Sienna was twenty-four, fully awakened, and tangled in a scandalous affair with the married Alpha King who marked her as his, despite never howling "Mate" at her coming-of-age ceremony.
And oh, what a mark it was. Storm-soaked kisses, claw-torn clothes, sex in another woman’s bed, and a claiming bite that sealed more than just skin. But the real kicker? She woke up eighteen again, drugged and trembling in the Timmons-Von-Dracula estate, with Jinx whispering the truth: “This happened before. Someone rewrote our fate.”
So many questions loom: Why did Patrick mark her if she wasn’t announced as his mate, nor did she feel it on the most important night that mattered? Why is Elizabeth, his wife of six millennia, unmarked? And who the hell “reset” not only Sienna’s but her cousin, Anne Marie's life, and why?
But the Moon Goddess isn’t done playing. Sienna chased Jinx into another dream, deeper into the past, where the answers… might just break her. The storm’s only beginning.
CHAPTER SIX RECAP
Mmm… This chapter delivered spice with a capital S. We left Anne Marie in a precarious position, caught between professionalism and primal desire as Marcus Walker, her father’s closest friend (and the man she’s secretly obsessed with), strode into the Greyson Medical Institute like he owned the place (because, let’s be honest, he kinda does). The tension? Thicker than the pheromones swirling around him. The chemistry? Hotter than the molten caramel in those very suggestive chocolates he had his assistant, Oliver, hand-delivered to her desk.
But here’s where things get really interesting: The Gift That Wasn’t Just a Gift: Marcus’s “special” chocolates, not just a sweet gesture, but a trap. A precursor to the real dessert: him. And when he summoned Anne Marie to his office? Let’s just say she wasn’t there to file paperwork or take notes before lunch.
Claimed, Not Just Taken: What started as a steamy office encounter quickly spiraled into something deeper and darker. Marcus didn’t just fuck her; he claimed her. With teeth. With blood. With a bond Anne Marie isn’t sure she believes in... even as her body and her wolf betrays her doubts.
A Dream or a Memory? Just when you thought things couldn’t get more tangled, the chapter ripped the rug out from under us. Was that “real”? Yes. A glimpse of a past the Moon Goddess is weaving back into Anne Marie’s dreams.
And now? Now we’re left with questions. Is Marcus truly her fated mate, or is this something more sinister? Why did Nix take her there? There to the past: “that” day at the hospital? And what the hell is "Gaia" trying to convey?
One thing’s for sure: Anne Marie and Sienna are about to learn that some bonds can’t be broken... even if they seemed to have never existed in the first place. And the truth? Oh, it’s going to hurt.
CHAPTER SEVEN RECAP
My, my… how did it come to this? Five weeks later, and Sienna’s carefully constructed avoidance of Dr. Patrick Greyson just hit a massive snag. Those bite marks on her and Anne Marie? Still there. The tension? Thicker than the scarves and make-up the two Blue Moon princesses keep applying around their necks. And Elizabeth Greyson? Oh, she knows, silent disapproval simmering over every painfully polite dinner where no one mentions the obvious.
But secrets have a way of cracking open. Sienna’s barely keeping it together: morning sickness, phantom cravings, and a missing period, until she finally spills the truth to the one person she trusts: Dr. Laura (her mother away from home). The verdict? Pregnant. With Patrick’s child. (Or, as Jinx gleefully corrects: children.)
And then, plot twist, Anne Marie bursts in (finally after answering Cee-Cee’s call), panicking and placed on vomit cleanup duty. But before they can even process the bombshell, someone’s felt lurking just out of sight. Then gone in a flash of wolf-speed. That familiar presence Sienna’s been both craving and dreading clears up her morning sickness.
But where Jinx is thrilled, Sienna is less so. Things are about to get messy.
CHAPTER EIGHT RECAP
Anne Marie walked into Greyson Medical with shaky hands, a stomach full of nerves, the goal of finally joining Walker Industries as a valued asset, only to leave with two surprises. First: securing her spot as Marcus’s mate in the hive pack’s inner circle. Second? Oh, just the tiny detail of twins brewing in her belly. But let’s rewind.
Our girl was this close to choking under the pressure, puking in front of the entire pool of interview applicants (classy), passing out cold in her boss/mate’s arms (even classier), and waking up to Marcus’s wolf practically vibrating with possessive pride (perfection).
And then Dr. Stephanie dropped the bomb: “You’re pregnant, Anne Marie. With twins.” Cue Marcus’s British-accented infatuation, Oliver’s frantic balloon procurement, and Lucas’s very suspicious “Five in one day…” comment, that no one even seems to want to question after he waves it off as a pure “wires-crossed” mistake. But Anne Marie knows. (Sienna, honey, we see you: dodging what needs to be done in that ultrasound room.)
Now? The truth's buzzing. The semi-heirs are conceived. And Sienna, Anne Marie’s rogue-pack-to-hive-royalty arcs just hit warp speed. But with Patrick's wife low-key circling, Sienna’s secret pregnancy, and Lucas’s five bombshell… how long until someone realizes “both” Blue Moon girls are carrying hive-pack pups? The real chaos starts now.
CHAPTER NINE RECAP:
Sienna’s been hiding more than just a growing baby bump, try three tiny wolf pups kicking up chaos in her womb. And the father? Oh, just the Superior Alpha King of the hive himself, Dr. Patrick Greyson: her boss, her mentor… and, awkwardly enough, her mate (despite his very politically complicated marriage).
After weeks of dodging the truth (and Lucas’s relentless badgering), she finally caves and hands Patrick the ultrasound photos. His reaction? Not fury. Not rejection. Just… quiet awe. Because apparently, fate had plans for them all along, plans whispered by an oracle, tangled in pack politics, and sealed with three (soon to be five) little lives.
But just when things seem to settle… Jinx vanishes. No warning. No explanation. Just gone. And Sienna? She’s left alone in the dark, with a mate who’s hiding something, a womb full of royal pups, and a wolf-shaped silence in her head that screams wrong.
So. Where the hell did Jinx go? And why does Patrick look like he’s bracing for war?
CHAPTER TEN RECAP
Anne Marie and Sienna wake up to more than just sunlight slipping through the curtains. After being dragged through dreams drenched in erased pasts and rewritten futures, they're left reeling from truths they weren't supposed to remember.
Turns out, before fate got twisted by a witch’s meddling, they were claimed. Marcus had Anne Marie, desk-fucking and all, while Patrick seduced Sienna in a thunderstorm, marking her in his and his wife’s bed. And pups? Oh yeah. Twins for Annie, triplets for Cee-Cee. But here’s the kicker, those children? Now, gone. Their mates? Erased.
Now they’re piecing together the real reason someone scrubbed their memories clean and erased their pasts. That "oracle" the vampires summoned? She’s no stranger. She’s theirs. A Blue Moon seer, someone who blessed them, someone who should be on their side, yet here she is, working with the bloodsuckers who keep them caged.
And just when they’re connecting the dots, click, the door swings open. Lovette’s there, smelling lies and demanding answers. Because today? The oracle returns. And she’s coming to peel their minds wide open. Too bad for the vamps, Anne Marie and Sienna aren’t the clueless omegas they used to be. Secrets are unraveling. Blood may spill. And the puppet strings? They’re about to snap.
CHAPTER ELEVEN RECAP
In this last chapter, Sienna and Anne Marie, our favorite "clumsy omega girls" (Lovette’s words, not mine), finally escape their gilded quarantine… only to be thrown into another trap: polishing the Timmons-Von-Dracula’s ridiculously expensive gold, antique collectibles under Lovette’s ever-watchful, ever-suspicious glare.
But oh, things get juicy. Because guess who just waltzed into the Timmons-Von-Dracula estate? Patrick and Marcus. Yep. Those two. The ones Sienna and Anne Marie’s wolves are screaming "MATE!" about. The two men who should be strangers but aren’t. They’re visiting the estate, smelling like home, looking at our girls like they’re theirs with hungry eyes, whispering to their vampire son/nephew about rogue vampires and keeping them safe.
And Lovette? Too bad she’s got the surveillance skills of a bloodhound on crack. She’s still the worst, obviously. Snatching them up mid-stakeout, slamming them back in the pantry like they didn’t just have a soul-searing moment of recognition with their former mates from a rewritten life.
But here’s the real kicker: flashbacks hit Sienna hard. Pregnant bellies. Patrick, the wolf king’s hands on her belly. Marcus, his beta, laughing with Anne Marie in his arms. Lakeview nights. Memories. Real, raw memories.
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And now you know… Our omegas are finally out of their shells, out of the mind-control of the witch who once received visions for their Blue Moon pack. No longer willing to just consume the wolfsbane-laced potions she drip-feeds them. But oh, dear readers, that’s just the appetizer. Their memories may still be like Swiss cheese, courtesy of that shady-ass seer’s potions. But they won’t be for very long.
And that little eavesdropped gem: "Prophecy. Rightful heirs. Final destination, secured"? It all has a meaning. And yet, so many questions still need answering. Who’s the oracle playing puppet master? Why can’t Patrick and Marcus get too close to the two omega girls? And what the hell does the Superior Alpha have planned? Where’s this secured final destination? Who’s going there? And what’s this prophecy? Who are these heirs? And are Patrick and his beta brother, Marcus, too late? Will the vamps and the witch counteract them before it’s too late?
One thing’s certain: the omegas aren’t just clumsy polishing servant girls. No. They’re Blue Moon royalty with zeta wolves who remember. And when those cut threads snap back into place? Brace yourselves.
Vol. 2 isn’t coming. It’s haunting a bookshelf near you. Pre-order now: before that bitchy-witch of a soulless prick, Lovette, catches you in the act.
Stay hungry packmates,
Shana E.
Your utterly unrepentant author
(P.S. No, I won’t tell you more. Suffer until Volume 2. Muh-ha-ha.)
