Alpha Went Crazy After He Killed Elf Mate
The werewolves launched a massive invasion of the Elf Forest had been burned, half my people were dead, and my parents were missing.
The Elf Queen asked me to go to Damien Thorne and make him stop the war.
Damien Thorne. Alpha King of the North, my True Mate, the boy I'd grown up with. His sister Sera was the youngest of the three of us, and my best friend.
A year ago, Sera vanished after a secret meeting. I walked out of the forest alive. He didn't — and to him, that was proof enough. He went mad. He burned the sacred trees, slaughtered my people, turned every drop of his hate on me.
But he still loved me. So I went.
He locked me in his study and fucked me for nine days. Even when I slept,his eyes full of something I couldn't read — madness, and pain.
On the tenth day, he kissed his way down my spine, so gentle I let myself think it wasn't too late.
The next second, the dagger went into my shoulder blade, straight through the root of my light-wing.
The pain detonated from my spine to the crown of my skull.
"Shh. Don't scream." He pressed my face into the pillow. "These nine days were the warm-up. Tell me where Sera is."
He locked me in the dungeon. He used my people's lives as a leash. He married another she-wolf.
The cold-iron whip came down. Each welt sealed itself shut against the iron-poison's burn, then split open again. Every strike felt like a red-hot brand pressed into my skin and ground in. It would never heal.
But every time I came close to dying, it was him who tipped the antidote down my throat himself. His fingers shook. His eyes carried a tenderness he hated himself for.
The night he got drunk, he crushed me against his chest. "You think I love you, so you can do this to me. Tell me where Sera is, and I'll let you go."
I couldn't say it.The moment I opened my mouth, it would burn to ash.
I wouldn't have to keep this secret much longer.
An elf away from the forest for one full year is dead. No exceptions.
I had two days left.