For as long as I have been in the north, the story remained the same. The story of the young girl who fell into the trap of the Cruel Alpha, right into his bloody claws. They would tell you how she begged to be returned to her family, to her life where she could remain naive and oblivious to the dangers of the world.
What they couldn't tell you was she knew what she was doing all along. The only time she begged was to have a taste of her mate. She loved the sight of the bloody claws as they ripped into their enemies. The stories would never tell you that she was worse than the Cruel One, the alpha of the north; Alpha Eros.
Author's note:
Hey guys! I am back with a new story and I promise I haven't forgotten about my other books. I am currently editing 'Ashes to Ashes' otherwise known as Warzone, a new chapter will be out this week!
Anyways, this idea sprang to me and I had to run with it. So please enjoy the story and leave any questions or comments for me 🌼 thanks!
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The Cruel Alpha
WerewolfAlpha Eros was a man to be feared across the country. Everyone knew who he was, the Cruel One, a man so terrifying no one dared to speak his name. Pandora was the prize possession to the Rockwell Pack. The best tracker in the pack, born from a stron...
