The Sun God Diaries

Third-Person POV

“So glad you could come at short notice, Miss Cunningham,” Ryker cooed at the petite and willow-thin blonde known as Alyssa Cunningham as she (dressed seductively in a red cropped top with Daisy-dukes shorts and high heels) sauntered into the private offices of Dawson and Ryker Howell, twin Alphas of the Red Fang werewolf pack of Laramie, Wyoming. “And I take it you know the reason for meeting with us?”

The rogue phoenix nodded, her eyes glowing bright orange to show her power as the firebird. “The news of that ratty Omega who’s the so-called Sun God Wolf King and the Moon Wolf Prince,” she replied darkly. “He stole my mates from me. And I want them back.”

Dawson nodded. “He’s royalty, you know,” he commented. “And with him now having twelve- make that thirteen mates with the final one soon to appear, you know that time is of the essence.”

“Of course,” Alyssa purred, fluttering her fake eyelashes. “If the idea of bedding eight Alpha hotties is appealing, then the thought of bedding thirteen guys with five of them created by the gods and goddesses themselves are purely heaven-sent.”

Ryker grinned. “And the thought of claiming a royal Omega as my and my brothers is fit for a king,” he drawled gleefully. “What say of the idea of an alliance, Miss Cunningham? We work with each other to break the bond so you can have the Alphas and Dawson and I can have our Omega.”

“Sounds like a honey of a plan,” Alyssa commented, grinning widely. “When shall we meet Our Grace the prince?”

“The sooner, the better,” Ryker commented, handing Alyssa a contract. “Sign here.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. It took two minutes for the rogue phoenix to sign, initialize, and date everything until she handed the contract to Ryker. “Let’s boogie on down to getting what’s rightfully ours,” she proclaimed.

“Not yet,” Dawson replied curtly. “The news of Malachi’s new identity and status is still fresh and we need to be ready.”

“True,” commented Ryker as he approached his brother, “but you do admit that we can’t let the opportunity slip away.”

“Of course we can’t,” Alyssa agreed.

“But the palace-” Dawson began.

“Pish-posh,” Alyssa cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Any property can be intruded with little to no ease, Dawson. It only takes a woman’s intuition. We’ll lie in wait for now, but we will head to the palace for a soon-coming ball. And all of the Alphas will be there.”

“The annual Autumn Formal,” Ryker deduced. “All of the Alphas and their Lunas as some of the creme-de-la-creme will be there as will Malachi and the others.”

“Right,” Alyssa replied as they saw Dawson leave the office. “And by then, we make our case, and then...we make our move.”

Ryker handed her a glass of cognac as he took another one. “Cunningham, this is the start of a beautiful alliance,” he crooned. “To getting what’s rightfully ours.”

“To getting what’s rightfully ours,” Alyssa repeated. “Bottoms up.”

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Dawson Howell sighed heavily, already noticing the instant arrival of Thebes. “Did you hear all of that, djinn?” he asked as he headed out to the front patio.

“I got it all, Alpha boy,” intoned the member of the blue djinn. “I assume you want me to tell Her?”

“Do it,” he said. “I knew this was a bad idea from the start. I don’t know about them, but I am out. I’ll play along, but I want protection.”

“Your will be done, Dawson Howell,” Thebes nodded. “There may be hope for you yet.”

And as Dawson watched Thebes disappear, he believed it. The question, however, would either Alyssa or his brother believe as well? Or were they in too deep?

Time would only tell.

END OF ACT ONE

Act Two: Where Things Begin to Get TOO Real (Passion and Smutty Goodness Included)

All righty, readers out there. This is the part where there will be drama, meeting my final mate, scandals, surprises, game-changers, and the inevitable smutty goodness that will be in four chapters. And you can bet your bottom dollar that there’s going to be more new faces that will be my allies to help me through a lot of craziness in the form of a femme-fatale and two lovelorn stalkers.

Boy, you think that my life would be perfect for the rights of movie production. But I guess that the author of my soty will do will getting it published here on Wattpad.

Anyway, I recommend that you refill your snacks and beverages (something strong for the grown and sexy folks) because act two is...well, going to leave you talking and anticipating for the big moment.

Oh, yeah. You’ll hear from my Great-Grandmother as well because She has a lot to say. And she and my other heavenly relatives will appear in a chapter or a few, with their plans of reading haters for filth on blast.

So, make sure you read act one of this story thoroughly in case you need a refresher or you think you forgot something. Because act two is going to be RIDONKULOUSLY gag-worthy!

What are you waiting for? Grab your snacks and drinks and get ready for act two!