Fated To The Dark Alphas
Her parents killed my mother.
The memory was a cold, sharp blade. Lyra Thorne. My real mother. Dead. Because Elias and Lyra Sterling, Astrid’s parents, had poisoned the sacred spring. A diversion. A distraction for their true crime. They had weakened the pack. And my mother, always the first to protect, had drunk from it. She had wasted away. Slowly. Agonizingly. While I, a pup, watched. Helpless.
Astrid. Her blood. Her name. It was all tainted. A constant reminder of what I had lost. And now, the Moon Goddess, in her twisted humor, had bound me to her. To the daughter of the woman who stole my mother from me.