_A broken wolf_ I have longed for a mate and yearned for love. Maybe my parents loved me, but I have no memory of either of them. My aunt never cared about me and I don't know why she even bothered raising me in the first place. I have faced terrible beatings and abuse by my aunt. My memories were taken away whenever I witnessed something I shouldn't. I was broken. I didn't think I could be broken down more. Until I was mated to the future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The Pack's playboy with a new girl in his bed almost every week. I thought he'd change and see me for who I am and not just someone he's forced to be with. But he didn't so I ran away, leaving the werewolf world behind and entering a new one. _The Alpha_ Growing up, I thought I had everything, but there was always something missing. The day she left ruined me inside. I searched for her endlessly, until I found her five years later. She was broken, something I realized was mine to fix, including the damage I caused as well. But things happened at the wrong time. I declared war with the other purebloods who wanted hybrids dead. A war she wanted nothing to do with. She never wanted this life and yet I forced her back into it. I killed the Dark Alpha, slowly trying to tear his empire apart throughout my miserable years. After everything, I just wanted her to be mine again and I prayed that's what I get once everything was over.

Calista's tormented past and Nyx's vengeance. Escaping from their dark past, Nyx and her brother, Nox, became Rogues in search of answers and freedom. Violence and years of trauma hardened them, while secrets and promises bonded them. What will happen when they cross paths with the pack known for destroying Rogues and conquering the weak? Will the mate bond twist their plans or lead them further down the path of darkness? Is there any salvation for the damned? Only the Moon Goddess knows... - "What is your name? Why is your wolf black?" "It's...not...important." Three more. My head began to lull forward as my neck could no longer hold the weight. He walked around with thundering footsteps and grabbed my head by my wet curls. He pulled my head back until he could see my face, taunting me with a dark smile and eyes full of delight. "Why don't you carry a scent? Who are you?" I gave him a bloody smile as my eyes started to close, darkness singing its siren song beneath the ringing in my ears. "I thought...you'd...never ask," I panted out weakly as I let Enyo penetrate the room with our scent. "I'm...your...mate," I added before passing out, welcoming the darkness like an old, missed friend. - Most impressive ranking: #1 in werewolf, #4 in Lycan, #1 in Slow, #4 in Gory Notes from the Author: If you are looking for a story that leans more on slow-burning, plot-building themes with multiple moving forces that are not solely centered around the straightforward mate bond romance, then start reading! **Strong language and vivid imagery are scattered throughout**