After living with an unloving family for most of her childhood, Kristen Burns finally decides to leave all of it behind. But on her way to complete freedom, something stops her. Her mate. Suddenly her life is turned upside down by the utterly handsome, but possessive werewolf, Emanual Summers. "You just don't get it, do you? You belong with me. You are mine, whether you like it or not."

[WARNING:Needs Major Editing & has harsh materials that some readers may find disturbing, so read at your own risk.] [A werewolf story] It all begins when Lily's mother passed away when she was just 7 years old. Her father took their lives to a turn and became an alcoholic father. Her father became a person that Lily no longer recognize. On the other hand Adrian Black was next in line to become Alpha. He as anyone else in his pack was trying to find his mate. When he sees poor little Lily in school and realizes that she's his mate. It shocks him because of the horrible state she was in. Lily never had any real happiness after the age of 7. She made a vow on her mother death to never speak again. Everyone blamed her and in the end she just took it. Adrian was the first in a decade to be interested in her, yet the idea terrified her. In 50 chapters, follow the story of Adrian and Lily, and see what was destined to happen for each one of them.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Prologue: When I was little I was told I had a twin sister named Marla, that died in a car accident with my father when I was two. I was raised by my mother Jessica and considered myself lucky, I had a great life till I was seven when a photographer came to take my picture. I decided to take the picture next to an abandoned closet,then I saw it. An eye through the key hole