"Yes, he will be able to save you from Alpha Pharaoh," Francine assured me. "He helped me by bringing me into this world by raping my mother," I told her while I sobbed, "so how would he want to help me again?" Francine stared at me while her bottom lip jumped as if she wanted to tell me something, something that she shouldn’t. "If I do decide to go to him, how will I find him?" I asked her. "You don't know him?" Francine asked, surprised. "No," I said, shaking my head. Francine held her cheek, the same spot where Alpha Pharaoh had hit her. She lowered her head sadly and stared at the floor then back at me. "I want to help you, but I am scared," she told me. I stared at her until the tears in my eyes prevented me from seeing her. I understood that she too feared the Alpha. I also didn't want to get her into any trouble anymore for I seemed to have that effect—destroying people's life as I had done to my mom's. T

He sighed heavily, sat up in bed, and stared at the white walls of his room that were covered with scratch marks that he’d made. His room or a cell, as he sometimes called it, was without windows, preventing him from escaping. His father had made it that way, so he wouldn't hurt anyone. His wolf was far greater than his human form and could not be controlled. Staying in his room was the only way he could protect his loved ones and others. He hated that he had to be locked away in his room, but he had no choice. He didn't want to hurt anyone. But he was lonely. How could he free himself from that cell when he couldn't control his wolf? It was too aggressive and only wanted to kill or create chaos.  He lowered his head and stared at the tiles, all smashed up by the beast inside him. He wondered if he would ever find love or would be able to love without hurting his mate. He got up from his bed and sadly walked over to the walls that were marred by the claws of his

"No, Josh," I said, moving my head aside, not wanting him to kiss me anymore. "What is wrong?" he asked me. "Aren't you enjoying this as well?" I moved away from him, hiding my body with my sheet and sat at the side of the bed, while he rested on his knees in the middle of the bed, anxious to touch me again. I heard his heavy breathing while he stared at me. "Don't you forgive me, Rose?" I suddenly felt a strange feeling within me, hatred of the name he had given me. "My name is not Rose," I snapped. I felt the bed move as he rolled over to sit next to me. He ran the back of his hand against mine. I quickly got up and walked toward the closed door, standing in front of it, facing Josh. He lowered his head in disappointment and stared at the floor. Then he lifted his head and stared back at me. "What can I do to make you trust me again?" he asked me, seeming to be sad. I then remembered his mate, my cousin Emma.

The room he'd been locked up in for years because of the angry dark wolf living inside him was like a small apartment. There was a living room, his bedroom, and a bathroom. His mother, the Luna, had designed the space, wanting him to be comfortable, but how could he feel relaxed living a life where he was unable to control his beast? He was locked away from everyone, his family, and most of all from ever finding his one true mate.  He'd started to worry about his mate, even though he'd never met her. He thought about how sad she must be, not being able to find him. He angrily sank his fingers into the bed sheet, ripping it, thinking how heartbroken his mate must be, being out there trying hard to find him. Many such thoughts filled his head as he worried about other male wolves taking advantage of her and hurting her. He howled, angry at the thought of anyone hurting her, causing an echo in his room. "Moon Goddess," he said, softly. "Please take care of my mate

I kept on hearing his powerful voice in my head. "If anyone hurt you, you know where to find me." I froze, staring at the closed door. I did not know what to make of it, but being around him gave me a strange, unusual feeling, as if I had found someone who loved me and a place I could call home. At first, I was terrified of him, but when he talked, his powerful voice gave me a soothing feeling. I felt that I should stay with him and never leave him. I felt safe with him. I touched the door, running my hand across it, feeling the hardness and the scratch marks which were created by him. I started to wonder why Francine was so terrified of me entering his cell. What if the Alpha had locked him up inside, just like my evil grandmother had done to me and wanted everyone to believe that he was evil? I knew how it felt to be locked up, to be away from everyone and how terrible it was being alone and only meeting the walls of the room every day. I had to sav