Helen POVI followed my mate to the clearing of the field just outside my father’s pack. We were watching specifically for the Alpha King on visit, or that horrible Scott hanging out near my parents.It’s hard to accept that they loved him more than me, their own flesh and blood. It never mattered, though. When they saw us as fated mates, they saw Scott as their son, and Diana as his wife.Fuck what the moon goddess intended, I guess.Justin’s Lycan is calm, which is nice to see in a moment like this. We peer across the valley, watching Randy’s wolf stalk slowly in place, waiting for a sight of my father to come into view. The last few times we have been on look-out have been unsuccessful.My father had bunkered himself into the house. When he leaves, that will be when we strike.Justin’s Lycan leaned into my wolf’s neck, running his claws through my thick, matted fur. Being a Snow White now, I was scared of drawing too much attention, but more so afraid of the respect this coat would

Helen POV“Where is my real mother, then?”“Probably taking it from a pack of rogues, useless slut,” Kelley muttered, the sight of this woman I thought had been my mother for so long suddenly vanishing at once; it was hard to accept. “It’s the same fate you should be looking forward to, once this lousy Lycan get’s tired of your weakness.”Justin had done well keeping himself tamed but not anymore. He took it upon himself to charge my mother, who had seemingly looked spooked by his approaching presence, his claws slashing out a slap against her cheek.She fell at his feet but wouldn’t stop anytime soon. She laughed at the sight of me. The gall of this woman was unbelievable.“I bet she can’t even put out right,” my mother taunted. “She may look better now, but she will always be that ugly, raggedy reject.”Scott stood up at last, his wolf healing him slowly. He joined into the torment.“Tell me, Helen, do you even know how to mate properly? You probably just sit there and let that Lyca

Helen POV“What happened here?!”I only looked up slightly to see Randy charging toward the pond. He was alone, watching Justin carefully as he knelt behind my back.“Moon goddess,” he said, running his fingertips lightly down my spine. “You’re covered in bruises, Helen.”I spit out the remainder of Justin’s come still clogging my throat and blushed deeply, looking at my pale form to see what he was talking about. He was right. Some of them even looked like bite marks. I felt sick at the sight of them, but more so at how Justin saw them.“No, it’s fine—” I pleaded, looking at my poor mate in his cycle of losing self-control. “Please, don’t—”Justin roared in shifting into his Lycan.I flinched at the sight of my mate running off. Randy pulled my hair back, assessing my naked, battered body.“Did he really do all of this, Helen?”“It doesn’t hurt,” I said in defense. It was true, too. It didn’t hurt. The only pain I felt was seeing Justin so furiously fighting himself. “It was too much

Helen POVMy wrists bleed for days. Anytime I need to get up, I’m untied from the bedpost but the ropes stay wrapped around my wrists. Randy spends most of the time with me if I have to get up to eat, to shower, but he is ruthless in putting me back in bed.I’ve fought him before, but I’m not strong enough to break away from him completely.Justin has been far too focused on setting the new pack up in the mortal cities nearby, all while collecting rogues and other pack outcasts to join our new pack. Justin was trying to stay busy and trying to stay away from me.I only made my heat worse.“RANDY!”I screamed as I woke, the stabbing agony in my abdomen like a million knives sliding in and out of my flesh over and over again. I woke up in tears that didn’t stop until I saw Randy undoing my wrists overhead.He picked me up in a single, rough swoosh and put me on the shower floor. The water hit me like a train would pelt my back if I were standing in its way. I screamed as the fever fough

Helen POVWhen I managed to wake up, the stirring voices around me had stalled. I watched the unfamiliar faces in the small, wood home stay perfectly still, looking down at me. my hands ran across my body, noticing the patches of natural bandages they placed there.I peeled a sticky, ointment sticky Lilypad off my hip, exposing the dainty scar underneath.“Where am I at?” I panted, panicked. “What pack is this? Lone Wolf?”The younger wolf nearest to me shook his head, the female I saved in the woods behind his shoulder. “You’re with Small Oak,” he sighed. “We’re a small, riverfront pack. I’m Ezequiel and my half-sister, Martha, she brough you here.”“Oh,” I groaned, sitting up to see them watching me closely. “I’ve never heard of this pack.”Ezequiel grinned softly. “We’re not really a big pack, and we live pretty simple lives out here. Our Alpha died a few months back so we’ve been waiting for the moon goddess to send us someone to lead our pack. Then you showed up.”My brows furrow