Finding your mate is the most euphoric feeling known to Werewolves, one people spend their whole life waiting for. But what happens when the mate you have always wished for happens to be the murderer of your pack? Would you give into destiny or carve out your own? Follow Yn in her journey of trouble love as she learns her packs death is much more complicated than she once thought as destiny forces her and her mate on one heck of a rollercoaster. *This is not your typical werewolf story with one easy plot. The whole story is shrouded in mystery and dilemma's. *Please be aware that there will be scenes that contain blood, death and other sensitive topics. *COMPLETED

He left me not carring about the child in my stomach...and now he want's me? Such a jerk! Ugh...

"Did you just talk back to me, bitch?" The way he says it is not an insult, and a jolt of arousal shoots to your core as you do a double take. "What did you just call me, Park Jimin? I'm not a bitch-" "That's right, you aren't," Jimin chuckles low in his throat, stalking closer towards you until his arms are caging you against the cool metal of the fridge. His breaths are harsh against your neck, and he makes sure to press every inch of his body into yours. "You're not a bitch, you're my bitch."