In a realm set in the future, where the human race has fallen and shifters now rule, comes the epic adventure and tale of The Delta’s Daughter.

Born on the same night as the Kings son, Prince Kellen; Lamia Langley, daughter to the Royal Delta of The New Moon pack (royal pack) bares the mark of a royal and is a seemingly ordinary wolf, until she shifts at the age of 14 and by 15 becomes one of the strongest wolfs in the kingdom. 

All Lamia ever wanted was to serve her prince, become a warrior, find her mate at 18 and live happily ever after. 

Growing up together and sharing a rare and special goddess given bond, everyone is sure Lamia and Prince Kellen will be fated mates. Being given the opportunity to go to the Alpha academy, Kellen and Lamia fall in love and they hope they are fated like everyone thinks. 

But the fates have already mapped out her future. 
What happens when a wolf from the Kings past has his eye on Lamia?

Follow this epic tale of Love, tragedy and betrayal as Lamia starts to discover her family heritage. Will her family’s forgotten heritage and secrets become more than she can handle?

Will her Prince become her mate or will she be fated to another?
Will Lamia rise to become the wolf the goddess’ fated her to be?

**For a mature audience**

The Delta's Daughter

　　The three of us sat in mine and Mike’s suite, of course, being a Prince, I had one of the largest suites. It still wasn’t as big as my room back in the palace, but it was cozy and better than most of the dorms here. I didn’t need fancy all the time and the rooms' functions were suited to the academy.


　　Mike and I had bedrooms at opposite ends of the suite, with our own bathrooms. In the middle was a seating area with two ugly plaid couches and a wooden chair with a corduroy backing and seat cover. We had a microwave and fridge that Mike always kept stocked with beer or some sort of alcohol. And a little breakfast counter with two stools that separated the seating space from the kitchenette area. The hardwood floors had been remodeled or at least refinished and had a nice sheen to them to the point where you could almost see your own reflection.


CHAPTER 9 – Calling Home