The Billionaire Alpha's Unexpected Mate (Billionaire Alphas.

Warning! this book contains mature content and is going to be steamier than my other books. young readers are advised.

Prologue

Kyra Sinclair knew she was dreaming when she saw the familiar deserted dirt road. And then there was the mangled car flipped upside down on the side of the road. she saw herself all bloody, slowly regaining consciousness and was vaguely aware of her mom on the driver's seat not moving at all. The pain was too familiar, too raw, too brutal and the metallic smell of blood filling her nostrils made her gag. Kyra wondered how long they must've been like that; minutes or hours there was no way to tell, she was in so much pain that she could barely move and her voice seemed to have betrayed her and all Kyra could do was pray earnestly.

It took forever before help came. Kyra was pulled out from the wreck by a wolf who then turned into a tall and muscular man–a werewolf.

Kyra awoke in bed sweating buckets and breathing hard. Her head was pounding and her heart was racing.

Always the same goddamn dream as if living the reality of it wasn't enough. The accident happened three years ago, she'd made it out unscathed with a few minor bruises but her mom didn't; she didn't make it out at all. Rescuers had found Kyra a few feet from the car wreck, they said it was possible that she might've crawled out of the car but Kyra knew that wasn't the case at all, she knew what she saw and blurted out that she was pulled out of the car by a werewolf and the doctor came to the conclusion that she must've hit her head real hard to be spouting such nonsense there was no such thing as as werewolves. Being the idiot she was instead of keeping her mouth shut Kyra kept insisting that she was pulled out of the car wreck by a werewolf and of course she ended up in an institution for a year until she stopped talking about it and about the accident entirely or even her mom. she became the town's little freak for awhile; some avoided her like the plague, others pitied her that her mom's death must've made her lose her mind Kyra almost snapped at them to get off her case but she learned to ignore them instead and tried to forget all about that unfortunate incident but it haunts her dreams instead, making sure she doesn't forget.

Every night for the past three years since the accident excluding the year she spent in a mad house Kyra would dream about her mom dying over and over again and she'd wake up screaming or sometimes she'd bawl her eyes out until she was too tired to cry.

The nightmares often made her afraid to fall asleep but no one can cheat nature so she bears with the it every night. She got prescribed pills the first few months but it was no help at all. Kyra gave up the pills and never got used to the nightmares. Sometimes she'd dream that her mom survived and she'd died instead, other times her mom won't be in the car wreck only Kyra and she'd find herself escaping the accident and being chased by a pack of wolves that weren't ordinary wolves but humans too, it was all so ridiculous.

She lay back down on her pillow with a sigh and in no time the alarm began blaring. Kyra bolted upright not daring to go back to sleep even though it was four am for fear that Gary, her step father would come in and douse her with a bucket of cold water it didn't matter how freezing the whether was. Gary likes to have his breakfast before five am the first time she rebelled and learned the hard way–she spent an entire week sunning her mattress so she had to sleep on the cold hard floor.

She and Gary never got along. Sure they both made sure to be civil to each other when her mom was alive and Gary had been playing the part of a dotting stepfather but after she died the mask came off and his true colours were revealed.

He became Kyra's nightmare and also her legal guardian.

Kyra put her auburn hair up in a messy bun before she dashed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast she'd hustled for.

Not only was the man a creep who made suggestive remarks at her he was also a drunk and a leech. A drunk whose mess she has to clean up while enduring the brunt of his violent tendencies–sometimes he claims it was accidental when he sees her spotting a black eye or other little injuries the next day after one of his drunken episodes–

A leech who never worked a day in his life since he married her mom. After she died, Kyra had to take on as many odd jobs as she could to feed them both.

Her mom had left a sizeable amount tucked away in a small savings account for her college expenses, Kyra would get the money when she turns eighteen which is six weeks and she couldn't wait to hightail out of this hellhole and far away from the devil of a man her mom had married.

"Just a little while longer Kyra, you can do this." She said to herself before grabbing the eggs and some bacon and got started on breakfast.

After she was done she made she won't be around when Gary comes down for breakfast to avoid any more 'accidents'