To all those who thought their lives were a romance story, with a happily ever after nestled within those pages, only to find out it's a horror story—this one's for you. Here's a pen. You hold the power to rewrite your story. **** Three Years ago, RUBY. I never thought I'd see the day my father tore someone's head off, but there I was, watching in horror as he did just that to my mate. My name is Ruby Donalds, the first daughter of the Lycan King. Life had always been good until I lost my mom to a plague, which had taken her life and some of our pack members. Ever since, my once-loving father withdrew to himself, consumed by politics and pack affairs, thus, slipping from my and my sister's lives. I had always dreamed of having a mate like every other wolf. A mate who'd sweep me off my feet and tell me how much he had waited to have me in his arms, a mate who would be everything I had imagined. I always yearned to feel those sparks I was told happen between fated mates and h

RUBY. “Father!”I rushed to his side in an instant but Dawn pushed me aside, causing me to stumble. “What's wrong with you, Dawn? Can't you see the alpha is lying still?” I exclaimed, anger coursing through me. Whispers filled the hall. Dawn shot me a frigid glare, but I had no time for her. I pushed her aside and shook my father, panic gripping me.“You can't leave me like this, father. Please, tell me this is just a joke,” I whispered to myself.Dawn collapsed beside him, tears racking her body. I grabbed his hand, only to find it limp. Pushing Dawn away, I pressed my ear to his chest, searching for a heartbeat.Nothing. A guttural cry escaped my lips, and I clutched my head. “Father, you can't do this to me. You promised... no, you can't!”I sank to the ground like a thud of cement. My chest constricted as pain struck me. I never knew such agony existed.The pack members screamed and scattered, but I remained on the floor, tears streaming down my face.“Father no! You can't do

CLINTON. “What shall we do with them, your highness?” My beta and best friend, Asher, inquired. I looked at the three rogues who dared to enter my territory, but the fear evident in their eyes meant nothing to me. The law permitted me to take any action against them for trespassing on my pack's land. Though tempted to set them free, the urge to use them as an example to other rogues prevailed. “Take them away.” I ordered, turning my back to them. “Keep them in the dungeon and await further instructions from me.” With that, I shifted into my wolf form, feeling my bones crack as my clothes tore apart. Howling into the night sky, I shook my tail before vanishing into the woods. I ran until I reached a lake, where I shifted back into my human form, gazing at my reflection in the still water. A cold-looking man stared right back at me. Dark circles marred the skin under my eyes, and my eyes were swollen and a bit red—a testament to my sleepless nights. The relentless pursuit of ways