Mag-log inRoslyn never stood a chance of mating with Alpha Dane. The man was a hard-nosed pack leader of the Blood Moon Pack and plain darn scary. And somehow, it just seemed to be her fate that's just the way things are sometimes. She figured that everything would be fine in the end since he was her fated mate but then he ripped her heart out right in front of the whole pack. Sold to her parents, dragged through every physical and emotional depth, Roslyn's whole existence had been one extended string of humiliations and torture. Then, just when it couldn't possibly get any worse for her, fate stepped in and slapped her in the face with an entirely new Alpha who was somehow more lethal than the first. Now, in a bad timing move, Roslyn is stuck in the middle of two Alphas, one who totally destroyed her and one who's now laying claim to her. So then the question is does she want revenge or find a way to redeem herself? Is she going to try to forgive and forget, or just go out and destroy everything? And then on top of all of that, the mate bond that just totally fell through in her face can it ever actually be fixed? The issue is, though, that in werewolf existence, power is a vastly different concept than love. Sometimes the hardest thing for the heart to decide is when to grasp and when to just fight plain.
view moreI moved towards the outer edge of the territory, and then a scent hit me. Blood. It was sharp. And it had this metallic smell. It was fresh. I froze for half a second. I didn't want to accept what was in my mind. No. No, no, no I forced myself forward. Warriors stood gathered in a wide circle, their backs tense, No one spoke. It was like they were guarding something. “Move,” I said, my voice quieter than I expected. Their heads turned. And when they saw me, they have way. I stepped in and then I saw him. Marcus. Or at least what was left of him. My stomach twisted violently. He lay just beyond the boundary line, his body half-hidden in the tall grass. His clothes were torn, soaked in dark, drying blood. Deep gashes of blood ran across his chest and arms, jagged and brutal, like he had been ripped apart rather than simply attacked. His eyes were wide open. He was ripped apart. A silent breath left my lips when I stumbled back slightly. This wasn’t jus
I remembered the first time she said it, I almost ignored her.“I don’t like this,” she said quietly.I leaned back on the desk, watching her carefully. “Don’t like what?”She hesitated. “How I always feel someone is watching me.Like I'm always watched.”I followed her gaze toward the forest beyond the estate walls. There was nothing there.At least… nothing I could see.Still, I didn’t answer immediately.Roslyn wasn’t the type to imagine things. Atleast not anymore from what I've been seeing.Not after everything she had gone through.Not after the way her powers had begun to evolve.“What exactly do you feel?” I asked, my tone calm.She turned to me, her green eyes unsettled. “It’s not just a feeling. It’s like…” she struggled for the right words, “…like something is searching for me.”That made my jaw tighten slightly.I pushed myself off the desk and walked toward her, my footsteps was slow. “You’re still adjusting to your abilities,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Your se
Somewhere in another part of the world.It was far from the false peace Luciano had clung to.Here, power was not inherited.It was taken. It was ripped from the throats of those too weak to hold it and I had taken mine.I stood at the center of my war hall, unmoving, my hands clasped behind my back as I stared at the map carved into the table before me. Territories marked in blood. Borders redrawn through war.I had built everything I had brick by brick.Everything had been earned. Every inch of it had cost lives.“Do you remember,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the stillness, “what this land looked like before I took it?”No one answered.They weren't meant to. They knew better.Slowly, I lifted my gaze, scanning the warriors stationed along the edges of the hall. None of them met my eyes.There was movement near the far entrance that caught my attention.I didn’t turn.But I knew who to expect.“My Alpha,” his voice came, low.He stepped forward before dropping to one k
Roslyn.I had never had much interest in someone's story.Not even when bloodlines were at stake.But this was Roslyn.Roslyn.A girl who should not exist.A girl whose bloodline had been wiped from history.A girl who stood before me with auburn hair catching firelight like molten copper and eyes green they seemed to glow.I was about to uncover those secrets.The file lay in front of me.It was too thin.I frowned, flipping through the paper again, scanning the pages for the third time as if something new might appear.Nothing.Just the same piece of details that weren't useful to me.Name: Roslyn ValeBirthplace: UnknownParents: DeceasedCause of death: UndeterminedGuardianship: Transferred at age sixI exhaled slowly.“This is incomplete,” I muttered.A knock came at the door.“Enter.”The door creaked open, and Richard stepped inside, tall, broad-shouldered, his dark cloak brushing against the floor. “You sent for me, Alpha.”I slid the file across the desk toward him. “Explai
My wolf screamed inside me. Survival instinct came in hot. My reflex took over. I moved before I thought.My hand shot back barely escaping the slash.I felt pain through my forearm. “Not… bad,” he hissed, eyes wide with surprise. “You’re faster than”“Shut up!” I snapped.My senses were heightene
The banging of the iron door made me turn my attention from my thoughts. There was the sound of a pair of heavy boots coming along the hall where she was. I had been in here for three days with nothing to eat consistently.Whenever they saw fit, they gave me food.And that was only twice in three d
Alice dabbed at her eyes, her grip on Dane’s arm tightened. She assumed the face of a devastated victim well, and accusing words poured out of her mouth.The pack’s attention was at the forefront of the scene as they complained amongst themselves about me.I had been forcefully dragged in front of
The moon was full and bright and shone down on the totality of the wolves present, their faces rather caved in as they turned their attention towards me. I stood at the side, my hands tucked into my skinny body, shaking as if losing a battle with gravity.Their gazes were piercing deep into me. We
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