Let me introduce you to Elena Morgan, the smallest and weakest member of her wolf pack. In most packs, wolves like her are cared for and shielded from harm. However, Elena’s reality was the opposite. Her own pack loathed her, treating her with cruelty rather than kindness. She endured relentless abuse, her body marked with countless scars—reminders of the suffering she had to bear simply for existing. To add to her misery, her parents abandoned the pack and vanished without a trace, leaving her to fend for herself. Amidst her struggles, Elena stumbles upon a shocking revelation—her destined mate. And he is the last person she ever imagined. The Alpha Enter Asher Bennett, the ruthless leader of the Blood Moon pack. His name alone is enough to strike fear into the hearts of many. Known for his dominance, he has conquered and absorbed more packs into his own than any other alpha in the region. His territory is feared by all, a place where no outsider dares to set foot. Despite his brutal reputation, Asher follows one unbreakable principle: never mistreat a woman. It is a rule instilled in him by his mother, one he has honored without fail. But when fate binds him to Elena, he is faced with an earth-shattering discovery—his own pack has violated the very code he swore to uphold. What will Asher do when he realizes that the ones he leads have harmed the one person destined to be his?
View MoreElena’s Point of View"Why hasn’t she woken up yet?" a deep voice roared, frustration dripping from every word, followed by a low, menacing growl."Alpha, please, I need you to remain calm," another voice responded carefully, treading with caution. "She’s been through a lot. Her body needs time to recover from the lack of oxygen. But if you’d like, I can conduct additional tests to ensure everything is okay."That scent. Woodsy with a hint of spice. That meant Asher was here.The last thing I could recall was Connor's hands tightening around my throat, stealing the air from my lungs. Then suddenly, Asher had intervened, stopping him. And then… he called me his mate.Goddess above. The Alpha? My mate?This couldn't be real. It was impossible. He was leagues above me—a powerful leader, feared and respected—while I was nothing more than a weak, insignificant runt.Why would someone like him care about whether I woke up or not?Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was here to reject me, to cast me a
Asher’s Perspective Lying on my bed, my wolf wouldn’t stop pestering me. He kept demanding a run, nagging at me nonstop since last night. I had denied him repeatedly, but he wouldn't settle down. Ever since my brief encounter with Elena a few hours ago, he had been restless, and I had no clue why. Was it because she was a runt? I exhaled deeply, pushing myself out of bed. After freshening up, I made my way to my mother’s room, knocking softly before stepping in. "Mom, are you awake?" I whispered, just in case she was still asleep. Peeking in, I noticed she was indeed resting. I walked over quietly, adjusting her blanket to make sure she was comfortable, then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving, shutting the door behind me. Something about today felt different. A strange, unshakable feeling loomed over me, like I was supposed to be somewhere important. As I strolled toward the pack house, Connor approached me with his usual smug expression. "Hey, man," he
Elena’s POV "Alright, Lay, time to blow out the candles!" My mother’s joyful voice rang in my ears as I stared down at my birthday cake, a Lightning McQueen design in bright red. People laughed at me for picking that cake when I turned seven, saying it was for boys, but I didn’t care. Red was my favorite color, and back then, I loved cars more than anything. I took a deep breath and blew out the candles, feeling a small gust of air bounce back onto my face. A camera clicked, capturing the moment forever. "Now, what comes next, Lay?" My father’s voice came from my left, while my mother stood smiling on my right. I giggled, excited. "I make a wish, and if I wish really hard, the birthday gods will grant it!" ---A single tear slid down my cheek, landing on an old photograph—me at seven years old, grinning between my parents, Celeste and Julian. Back then, life was filled with love and happiness. My parents adored me. But something had changed. They had left, disappeared
Asher's POV "Eliminate them. Show no mercy." My voice was calm but firm as I stared at the two rogues who had foolishly crossed into my land. Terror filled their eyes, but it was too late for regret. "Yes, Alpha," Grayson, one of my most capable warriors, responded before I turned away, already losing interest. I had wasted enough time dealing with intruders. My mother, Margot, was waiting for me, and I hated making her wait. Since my father, Henry, passed away, she hadn’t been the same. Truthfully, neither had I. His death changed everything. Not long after, my mother fell gravely ill, barely able to leave her bed. I missed the days when she would wake up early, smiling as she prepared breakfast for the entire pack. Losing my father left a hole in my heart, making me even more ruthless than before. But my mother’s suffering—watching her waste away—fueled an anger in me I couldn’t contain. People say when a mate dies, the one left behind experiences unbearable pain, sometime
Elena’s Point of View With a slow drag of my marker, I drew a straight line across the wall, then stepped back to look at it. Two thousand one hundred and ninety days. Almost six years had passed since my parents vanished—more like abandoned me. I wasn’t even sure why I kept track of the days. Maybe deep down, I hoped they would return someday. When I was twelve, I longed for them like any child would, but now, at nearly eighteen, I no longer wanted them back. Soon, I could leave this place forever. I never got an explanation for why they disappeared, though the most obvious reason was me—being born the weakest of the pack. Still, that didn’t justify leaving their own child behind, especially in the hands of people who despised me. Each day brought a fresh form of cruelty, whether humiliation or physical pain. And believe me, pain was always their first choice. It didn’t matter who started it; someone would, and another would finish it. The only person in the entire pack who n
Elena’s Point of View With a slow drag of my marker, I drew a straight line across the wall, then stepped back to look at it. Two thousand one hundred and ninety days. Almost six years had passed since my parents vanished—more like abandoned me. I wasn’t even sure why I kept track of the days. Maybe deep down, I hoped they would return someday. When I was twelve, I longed for them like any child would, but now, at nearly eighteen, I no longer wanted them back. Soon, I could leave this place forever. I never got an explanation for why they disappeared, though the most obvious reason was me—being born the weakest of the pack. Still, that didn’t justify leaving their own child behind, especially in the hands of people who despised me. Each day brought a fresh form of cruelty, whether humiliation or physical pain. And believe me, pain was always their first choice. It didn’t matter who started it; someone would, and another would finish it. The only person in the entire pack who n...
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