Agony fell short; she was shattered.
Charlotte, a werewolf, endured relentless abuse, leaving her utterly fractured. Austin, her supposed mate, subjected her to constant mistreatment and even infidelity.
In a daring escape, she fled, only to encount...
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Before me stood the formidable alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, his eyes gleaming like a boundless ocean where I could willingly lose myself.
His alluring scent penetrated my senses, making it challenging to maintain my composure. His physical presence radiated intense heat, akin to molten lava, drawing me inexorably toward him.
"Mate," he growled. The resonance of the word reverberated through me, the mate bond tugging at my very soul. Yet, I remained rooted to the spot, torn between desire and fear.
Rumors had painted him as a fearsome figure, commanding the unwavering obedience of all who crossed his path.
His gaze bore into me, awaiting my response, but I was lost for words.
A wave of sorrowful nostalgia washed over me as I recalled the consequences of my last mate.
Despite my trepidation, the bond persisted, pulling us together like magnets. But I had to summon the strength to resist.
What if history repeated itself? What if he proved to be just like my previous mate? What if I made another devastating mistake?
"Charlotte, pack your belongings. You'll be accompanying Leon back to his pack," my father declared, his voice unwavering.
I felt like a pawn in a game, my desires disregarded by those who were supposed to care.
Why was I always treated like an object, never a person with her own will? My parents were no exception.
My father had made the decision without consulting me, simply because his pack was the strongest.
I never asked for a mate; the thought of one haunted my every waking moment.
As I packed my things and climbed into his car, frustration danced in Leon's eyes. His gaze sent shivers down my spine, confirming my unease.
I didn't want to follow him. I was terrified. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I could feel his penetrating gaze, making my futile attempts to escape seem futile.
I feared that he, too, would exploit and harm me, just like Austin had.
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Rumors had circulated that the daughter of the White Crystal Pack had returned, ostensibly to meet me. I wondered if she had already found a mate. What could possibly bring her back here?
However, none of this concerned me, so why should I care? As soon as I arrived, the alpha and Luna of the White Crystal Pack greeted me, with their daughter following closely behind.
She possessed almond-wavy hair and eyes of a gentle, light brown hue. There was no denying her beauty. In the heat of the moment, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Mate." She seemed so delicate, so vulnerable.
In mere minutes, she was sitting in my car, prepared to return to my pack. A wave of frustration washed over me. After all, a luna's role was to support me and bear my pups – nothing more, or so I thought.
Soft sobs reached my ears, and I turned to find her crying profusely. She was likely terrified of me, which was precisely what I desired. I wanted everyone to fear and obey me, even my mate.
I was their alpha, and she was merely a Luna. However, I couldn't shake the strange pang in my heart, an unfamiliar sensation brought on by her tears. Normally, I had no trouble controlling my emotions or the influence of the mate bond.
I had no intention of bowing down to her, despite the undeniable connection we shared. I was the alpha, after all. Yet, her presence seemed to stir something within me, something I hadn't experienced before.
I couldn't help but notice her conservative attire. While girls her age typically wore crop tops and other trendy clothing, she was covered from head to toe.
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