Ava Hansley: The Werewolf King Mate

PrologueAva“Daughter, I believe you are special. Your wolf is crystal white, like in ancient times,” my father says, reaching out a hand to me. It’s like his mantra. He says it every time.Ava Hansley is my name. I am a descendant of the renowned and revered Blood Red Pack of werewolves. My parents, Richard and Kerah Hansley, are our pack’s Alpha and Luna.My wolf is a unique breed from the ancient clan of werewolves. They are thought to be rarer than actual Alphas because of the high price you pay to achieve this status and the responsibilities that come with having a white wolf.Amanda is my powerful white wolf. She has beautiful, golden eyes. She is one of the first white wolves to be seen since our people’s origins.“Shifting too early,” Mom mumbles. “I’m not sure why the moon goddess allowed this. It will cause a lot of problems. If our enemies learn about her wolf, they will attack us. I’m worried about what will happen to us and our pack members.”When I met my wolf at age twe

Even in moments of fear and horror, love is stronger. Our first instinct is often to flee and protect ourselves, but our parents’ last words linger and offer comfort. Even when the worst has happened, their love still stands strong, offering us strength and courage to keep going in the face of danger.Though it may be hard to accept, death can be the ultimate form of protection and one of the greatest demonstrations of love. When our beloved mothers, fathers, and other family members pass away, we may be forced to grapple with intense grief and sadness, yet at the same time, we can allow ourselves to be comforted by the knowledge that they gave their lives to protect us.We may never forget the moments of fear and horror that arose when we finally said goodbye, but we can also remember our beloved parents and family members who, despite the difficult circumstances, still had the courage to express their love and dedication to us, even in their last moments.When we recall these tender,

Ava. In the dungeon. I try to move, but I can’t. I’ve never felt so helpless. Fear locks me up, paralyzing me temporarily. Screams and shouts surround me, dead bodies litter the floor, and the stench of death fills the air. It’s pitch dark, and it smells rotten. It’s the pack vault, every wolf’s nightmare, meant for torturing rogues. It serves as a warning and maintains the pack’s power and dominance. It is a reminder of how savage the pack can be, and how their rules must be followed, or else. [The pack’s dominance is closely tied to its ability to enforce its rules, which are designed to ensure the safety of the pack as well as its members. By punishing or even executing rogues, the pack is able to assert its authority and serve as a deterrent to other rogues who may be considering challenging the pack’s power.] The brutality of the punishments reminds pack members of the consequences of disobeying laws. I never thought I’d end up here. Unbelievably, I’m here right now. This i

Ava.I stand up and face the wall. That same emptiness is weighing on me. I could barely function without breaking into tears.I am still mourning the loss of my family and my pack members. It’s been years since all of my family died, but the desire for vengeance hasn’t faded. It is the only thing that keeps me alive.I sighed, remembering their joy and smiles. It continues to play in my head, soothing both me and my wolf. I want to find the people responsible for taking my family away from me and make them pay for what they have done. I will never forget the pain and suffering I endured, and I can only find peace in avenging the loss of my loved ones. That is why I continue to strive forward, no matter the loneliness and rejection I face, because I know it will be worth it in the end. Every member of this pack hates me.The beta of this pack, beta Daniel, is the only person in this pack who has been so kind and helpful to me and has helped me a lot. He sneaks around in my cellar each

This chapter contains a violent scene. Suitable for 18+ MIDNIGHT. Ava. I rush up the stairs to Beta Daniel’s room. My body is completely drained of energy. I am almost there when he grabs my leg and pulls me off my feet. I fall back onto the landing below, my head smacking against the stairs, my vision blurred with dizziness. I scramble to get up, my heart pounding in my chest. I try to shake off the pain, but the throbbing in my head is too intense. I am not sure if I can make it any further, but I know I must. With every ounce of strength I have left, I take a deep breath and continue up the stairs. When I lay back on the floor, nothing made any sense to me until Alpha Jerry grabbed hold of me by my hair and dragged me down to the basement where I live. He begins brutally kicking and punching me in the face and stomach. I scream in pain, desperately trying to get away from him, but he won’t let go. I’m too weak to fight back, and he just keeps hitting me. “Ah, Ava, you know ho