An alpha so violent he lost both his first and second chance mate because they couldn't handle him. His first mate ran away out of fear while the second mate rejected him coldly. Now desperate for someone to love and change Theo for the better his father Christian comes up with a plan to find the perfect mate to be Theo's Luna. However, Christian is not the only with a plan to help Theo. Kendall, the beta and best friend to Alpha Theo will stop at nothing to help his best friend since the moon goddess has failed in giving Theo the wrong mates. But who's to say his mate has to be another she-wolf.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you really going to put your own mate in prison?" I wrapped my hands around the cold steel bars that separated us only slightly. Even in the dimly lit, musty jail I watched Azrael's stoic face upturn into a smug, sadistic smile. "You seem to forget, mate." His words riddled with venom, "Without me you are nothing." I gripped the bars painfully harder as I was unable to anything else, my knuckles turning white. I shook my head defiantly even as hot tears silently rolled down my cheeks. "I own you." Azrael leaned closer and reached his arm between the bars, grabbing ahold of my face before I could pull away. He tilted his head as he used his thumb to stroke my tear stained cheek. "There isn't a breath you breathe that doesn't belong to me and no amount of your little magic will ever change that." oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo The Moon Goddess played a cruel joke when She paired Azrael and Mercy as mates. The Alpha of Death and a girl with magical healing abilities were doomed before they even met. The two were the exact foil of the other, they were magnets constantly repelling away from one another. Then why was it, no matter what the Mercy or Azrael did...They couldn't stay away. Mercy and the Merciless Alpha.

I've waited so long for you, soulmate,' He breathed. 'I'm sorry, I'm not your soulmate, dude,' I squinted at him incredulously. However tempting that sounded, there was no way this guy was sane. 'I don't even know you. Is this meant to be a pickup line?' -- This is off the cuff, cliche, mostly unplanned garbage, which should feel faintly familiar given the general level of writing on this site and genre. enjoy, if you can stand the ineptitude of the writing ;)

I was a werewolf without a wolf. But I developed an ability to heal wounds and injuries. My mother said the Goddess had given me this skill in place of my wolf. But there were those that saw me as undeserving and I fell prey to their abuse. My life was miserable until I met him. The Healer's Mate.