The Alpha Who Stole Me

~AMARA~My father raised me to be the epitome of purity, all just so I could be ruined by another.My father, Amon Ulysses and the alpha of Redthorn pack, had remarried just two months after my mother passed when I was just eight years old, and before I was even born, I had been promised to Jerome, then heir—now Alpha—of Orion Pack as his future Luna.Orion pack was the most powerful pack on the continent; they had an overwhelming population of over three hundred thousand wolves, if the legends were to be believed, their Alpha in turn held insurmountable power over all of Europe.My father and the previous Alpha had ties that ran deeper than I could ever understand, and the marriage was promised as a deal to strengthen our pack's defenses and connections.Old fashioned as people considered it to be, my father never cared what they said, and he made it clear to me that my purpose was to bring our pack to greener days. We were small, but thriving, and with my marriage to Alpha Jerome, w

My mother was human; her match with my father was one that defied many odds, but it upset my father greatly when I came of age and didn't shift. What upset him even more was when the pack's seer had said I was more inclined to my human side and I had no beast residing in me like everyone else in my family did.I wasn't as strong as they were, I wasn't as fast, and most importantly, I didn't heal as fast as they did.I woke to the ache first. Eyes burning from smoke and tears I didn't even realize had been shed.I looked down with blurry vision, my eyes struggling to see my body's current state.A dull, relentless throb under my skin, a hundred tiny stings where glass had sunk into me. My throat tasted like smoke. I was in a loose white dress I didn't remember putting on. Someone had bound my arms with clean strips of bandages, neat and tight.I wasn't in my room. I was not on my bed.Then it all came rushing back—metal shrieking, cars blooming into flame, the roar in my ears——and hi

~KAIROX~Fragile. That was the first word that came to mind when I saw her broken body on the side of that road. She was a fragile looking thing that wasn't aware of what her father's decision had brought down on her. Sending her over to Jerome as an exchange for a piece of my territory, territory that shouldn't belong to anyone but the rogues. And they expected me to sit back, do nothing, while Jerome wets his cock and has a bunch of babies with this little woman.It would have been such a fucking nuisance, having more people to kill when the current number works just fine for me. So I decided, before any nasty babies would be up and about, I would just kill the source. Then my wolf who had been silent for weeks woke with a hunger that nearly brought me to my knees. I'd found my mate, in the most unlikely of people. A weak woman that was barely a wolf from her scent. Her scent. Goddess. Her scent was the strongest thing I've ever had the pleasure of inhaling, flowers and fru