Preface

***Author's Note:

Please read Book One P.S. YOU'RE MY MATE first before reading this book. That way, everything will make sense!

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Growing up, I watched many Disney animations. Most of them had princesses that needed saving and most of them were being saved by their very own Prince Charming. However, it was the animated princesses that didn't need a man that stood out to me the most, my favorite being Merida from Brave.

She was my role model until the age of six and then my mom took over after that. Her resemblance to Merida was uncanny, both in personality and looks. They were both strong female warriors with pale skin decorated in freckles and fiery red curls that framed their faces. The only difference was the eye color. My mom became my very own Merida, someone I looked up to on a daily basis.

It was her strong will and personality that molded me into the person I became growing up. My dad's hard headedness and protective instincts also rubbed off on me. I was nothing like my birth mother: a traitor, but I was everything like the woman who raised me. The woman I regarded as my mom because she filled up the hole in my heart with all her love even when she had a pup of her own.

My dad grew busier as I grew older. What I had, my father's time and affection, was something my younger brother, Sylvain, didn't get. I could see the stress eating away at my father on a daily basis so I proposed a proposition. He wasn't willing to accept in the beginning since my plan was unheard of. It was risky. A half breed female alpha who didn't even have a wolf? How could I possibly run a pack? I didn't even have the Gifted Wolf to take over but I was determined, taking on the role anyway at twenty-one.

During my years of ruling, my pack learned to adapt to having a female run things. They respected me and loved me since childhood which made them understanding me a whole lot better. I couldn't communicate through mind link but Victor was always at my side, informing me of anything I needed to know.

However, I couldn't reduce my father's burden as much as I hoped. He still had King duties that I could not take over without the Gifted Wolf. That took up most of my dad's time but he still managed to make time for his family. If I ever found someone I wanted to spend my life with, I'd hope that they turned out to be someone similar to my father.

By twenty-five, I managed to absorb two packs that threatened my status, thinking I was weak and would be easy to kill. I proved them wrong, absorbing their packs as my own. Now, the Green Forest pack was the biggest pack in the world, with wolves spanning across multiple cities.

Everything was going well for me. I had everything going for me. My brother had turned sixteen and hadn't been blessed with the Gifted Wolf which meant I still had control of my pack. It baffled us that we were the only two pups from the Alpha and neither of us would take the throne but we hadn't questioned it.

Then everything changed when he strolled into my life. He reminded me of the villains in those Disney animations I loved watching growing up. No one loved those villains, matter of fact, they despised them. And yet here I was, falling for the villain in my story. The man that turned my life upside-down and inside-out.

His tattooed exterior was pleasing to the eyes. Standing a little over six feet tall, he had the body of a Greek God with his chiseled abdominal muscles and bulging biceps that looked as if they could rip through any shirt that tried covering them up. His jade eyes were cold, reminding me of an eerie vacant forest. He had dark chocolate locks on his head, styled in a side wave, tattoos snaking up his neck and threading themselves into his scalp. Multiple piercings on his ears, nose, and even nipples. It made me wonder where else he had pierced. And that jaw. That beautiful, amazing, square jaw of his that begged me to run my fingers across.

Then came his narcissistic personality. He had the whole God complex going for him, thinking that woman worshiped the ground he walked on. Cocky and yet so alluring; the Devil reincarnate. It was difficult remembering that he wasn't good. He may have been mine, but he wasn't what I needed or wanted in my life.

He muddled up my thoughts, played with my feelings and the schoolgirl deep inside me let him do so because of the mate bond that had me salivating over him. I wanted to rip his throat out and at the same time kiss him breathless. He was no prince charming. No. He was the wolf that could see your every move and counter it with one of his own. The wolf that could smell how much you wanted him and used that against you. The wolf that could hear your screams and took pleasure from it. And lastly, the wolf that devoured you: mind, body, and soul. Leaving nothing of you left.

He was so much and more.

So...

What was I?