LOGINStolen hours after birth, a baby meant to die survives the impossible. Raised on lies and vengeance, Scar Icegard grows into a lethal hybrid. A vampire and werewolf, trained to hunt the very pack he was born into. The very pack he was born to lead as Alpha. His mission is simple: destroy Silvaton Ridge from within. But fate intervenes. When Emerald Ford, a resident doctor/ healer forced to lead after her Alpha father’s death, saved a stranger who should not have been alive, her usually chaotic world becomes more chaotic. Literally. Unknown to her that the stranger was her enemy. Unknown to her that he was her fated mate, the stolen Alpha from years ago. And unknown to her that the stranger carried her father’s blood on his hands. As the outcasts plan rebellion against the packs, war looms, love collides with betrayal, truth shatters loyalty. And the stolen Alpha must choose between the lie that raised him and the destiny that calls him home. And Emerald, Emerald must choose if she must continue to lead as Alpha or if she must forgive this Alpha that lost his way, even before he learned to speak his first words.
View MoreScar. Hotel Somber. Blue Lake Town. Two days later… Night. I checked into this hotel two days ago, after my altercation with Emerald. I didn’t wait one bit for her to say one more word to me. I left the combat center, went back to the mansion, and grabbed everything I now owned. My notes. My copies of the pack books. And that damned hemal injector. I left. Searched online for the nearest and most discreet hotel, and I picked this one. Now I sit in here and watch the camera views of the pack borders through my phone. I linked the cameras to my phone at the same time they were linked to the control room. At least I will still be able to infiltrate the pack when I’m ready to. All I need to do is gather Mum’s troops and we attack. Everything should just be as easy as this. I have seen their weaknesses. Their strengths. I have sparred with them in combat. I can take them down now. Yet, all that gives me no satisfaction. Rather, all I feel is this hollow and aching feeling gnawing
Emerald. My chest aches with so much pain inside me. My wolf wants to keen. But as stubborn as she is, she stands strong. Pins Scar’s neck to the wall. Scar struggles for air, but I don’t give him a chance. “Alpha! Alpha!” I hear someone calling loudly and urgently behind me. My hold on Scar's neck loosens just a bit, my focus distracted by the screams and calls behind me. And that gives Scar an opening. He musters all his vampire strength and speed, pushing himself off the wall, maneuvering around my arm, until he’s hanging above my head. My head trapped between his hands. He’s got me pinned so tight and I’m growling. My strength weakening from the hold. Weakening from the scent of him all over me. Weakened by the emotions I started developing just from being in his presence. Weakened by how betrayed I feel right now by him. “Are you gonna listen to me?!” Scar growls low against my ear as he increases the pressure on his hold. “No!” I snarl, summoning strength and flingin
Asher. Friday. 26th February. Next day. Morning. I park my truck at the front of the station, right where Emerald asked us to meet this morning when she called me earlier. I had just returned from patrol when she called. She sounded urgent. “Make sure no one knows what we’re going to do,” she had said over the phone. Now I’m walking to where she stands by her car. Her back is to me when I reach her. She doesn’t even realize I’m beside her until I touch her. “Asher…” She gasps, pressing her hand to her chest. “You scared me.” I look at her, concerned. She looks worried. Like she’s barely slept. If anything, Emerald is never scared. “What’s got you all spooked?” I ask, lowering my voice. A couple walk past us without paying us any heed. Emerald glances around and inhales shakily. “Nothing. I’m not spooked. I was just lost in my thoughts, that’s all,” she says quietly. I try to read her thoughts. But as usual, I never get anything from her mind. Only mumbo jumbo. Static. Noi
Emerald. “Scar. Open up. I’ve got popcorn.” I announce playfully, turning the knob again. It still doesn’t give. I know I should have called him first to ask if he was disposed to see anyone, but I just wanted to surprise him. Just the two of us sitting together with some movies and a bowl of popcorn. After the day I’ve had, I would be grateful for even a moment of peace. I turn the knob again, already feeling disappointed that he hasn’t come to open it yet. I press my ear closer to the door and hear movements. Rustling. Something being shoved. A sharp bang. It’s all so fast. Then the key rattles from the inside and the door flies open abruptly, sending me stumbling forward into the room. Scar’s hands catch me before I land face down on the floor. The popcorn isn’t so lucky. My eyes drop to the scattered pieces spilling from the bowl onto the floor. “Sorry about the mess.” I mutter quietly. My gaze lifts as I take in the state of his room. Neat. Orderly. Not even a drawer o
Scar. The cold hits me first. Then the pain suddenly doesn’t and that’s what terrifies me. My body slams into the snow covered asphalt, bones cracking and knitting at once as I writhe on the ground. Heat floods me where agony should live. Snow hisses, melting beneath my skin. I smell blood in th
Scar. Brooklyn. Saturday, January 30th. Next day. Night. “So you’re telling me that we still can’t solve the series of abductions that have occurred in recent days.” Chief Piefer snaps. His voice rings through the room, sharp and cracking. His face is flushed red with anger. We’re cooped up i
Gerald. Silvaton Ridge. Saturday. 6th February . Days later… I’m walking through the thick forests that frame Silvaton Ridge, separating it from the rest of the borders. It’s night. Still winter. Spring hasn’t even begun to raise its head. Yet here, in these woods, in this moment, the snow is g
Emerald. 10th February. Wednesday. Days later… Noon. “Thank you so much, Doctor Ford, for saving me a few days ago.” The man says it softly, almost reverently. The man whose girlfriend shot him. He looks healthier now, color back in his skin, breath steadier. Completely alive. I smile and no
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