The Runaway Mate Carly Faye isn't your average seventeen year old werewolf, she's anything but actually. Having lost everything that was important to her at a very young age, Carly has trouble fitting in with the rest of her pack and as a result of this she has always been an outcast. When she was fifteen Carly found out that the soon to be alpha, Mason, was her mate. She was beyond happy, thinking that for once she would actually be loved and treated fairly, but Carly was wrong. Mason does nothing but beat her and use her for his own pleasure. But what happens when Carly gets sick of it, of it all, what happens when Carly leaves her pack taking with her the most important and precious thing that there is. What happens when she ends up in the hands of a pack who love and cherish her, well only one thing of course, her past comes back to bite her in the butt and take back what's rightfully his.

"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap is heard and something drops onto the cold, stone flooring. The chains around my wrists and ankles are broken along with the tight metal collar around my neck. "Mate." my rescuer growls, gently cradling me in his arms. ********************* Charlotte Beck has been tortured and abused by the Red Stone pack ever since she turned eight. She doesn't know why they hate her or how she ended up a lower rank than the Omegas; no one even bothered to label her as a slave. She has never known the true meaning of love or how it felt like, all Charlotte knows is that her pack surely doesn't feel that way about her. Finding a mate was a dream that was thrown out the window long ago; all of the verbal abuse led her to believe that she didn't deserve one. It's not until she attempts to escape again that she realizes that she has a chance of living a better life, one where abuse isn't an everyday thing. Xander Reynolds, Alpha of the Lunar Shadow pack, finds her when she's taken to his cells as a trespassing prisoner. Known as the strongest Alpha in the continent, he does everything he can to protect his mate. The only problem is that she's too emotionally scarred to allow him to. His dark and violent reputation is the only thing that Charlotte knows about him. The memories of their childhood together beaten out of her mind. Traumatized and high on fear, she struggles to let down her walls. Her real home is with a man who she cannot remember and a brother who she wishes she remembered. Can Xander get his mate to love him? Or will Charlotte let her past keep them apart?

Summer isn't just an ordinary 17 year old girl. No she is much stronger and more unique than that. She is a werewolf. But she is a very weak one at that. Her mother was beautiful. She had long very dark almost black hair that cascaded down her back in big half curls, with brown eyes,and tan skin. Summer looks exactly like her. Her dad told her everyday until she was ten how gorgeous she was. Until the day she turned eleven. Also the day her mother died. She was killed by rouges. Since she looks so much like her father she is beaten everyday. He has even come close to raping her but she stopped him somehow. She has tried to escape but he caught her before she could leave his territory. Yes. Summer Dawson is the alpha's daughter. She is just waiting for her safe haven. Greyson Mitchell is the Alpha of the Darkwood Pack. His pack is the largest and strongest pack out there along with the Sundown Pack. Which just so happens to be Summer's Pack. Greyson or Grey as his friends call him, is an allie of the Sundown Pack. His life is perfect. A pack of his own, awesome friends, tons of parties, but he is missing something. His mate. When Greyson comes by for a surprise visit to Alpha James, Summer's father, what will he see? What will he do?

Janelle Clarkson is a 16 year old girl who has been abused by her father for years. With the exception of her disgraceful father, Janelle has no family. She has nobody to protect her and feels as though she is her only hero in life. In a quick decision to run away, is there any chance she will encounter somebody or... something that may change her life? ***DISCLAIMER: I wrote this at the age of 14 but didn't go back and edit a lot of it until recently. 😅 With that being said, enjoy!

Serena is taken from her home by the King's men and is dragged to the Royal Palace to be prepped and presented to Prince Sebastian Winchester the second. Her along with nine other girls are showcased to the Prince for him to choose. But what she never expected was to be chosen. Meanwhile, a prophecy has been made by the Moon Goddess that declares destruction of the Werewolf empire. With her sister coming for revenge and a whole world in chaos, Serena has a lot more to handle than resisting Sebastian. * This is an EXCERPT ONLY. The full story can be enjoyed on the Galatea reading app under the series title "Wolves of the West" by Abigail Lynne!

Do you know how it feels to be beaten, left behind? Well, Astrid Wheeler does, and she hates it. She's tired of being used as a pathetic punching bag by her abusive adopted father, Matt. So, she makes her decision. She runs. She runs for hours, until she's positive he's gone, and finds herself deep in a forest. She can't take it, so she later passes out, only to be found by her savior. Asher Rales, Alpha of his pack. His hard demeanor has everyone thinking he'll never find a mate, but he soon proves them wrong. He finds a small, battered girl passed out on the forest floor, and instantly feels the strong connection flowing through him. He saves her, and plans to win her heart. After all, she is his mate.

"Alexia." Someone screams and soon I'm drenched in water. I gasp and sit up. My mom hugs me and I tensed. "Sorry." I whispered and relax. I was covered in sweat and water. It's almost been a year since I've been back home. I still have those terrors or should I say memories. That day has been scarred in my brain. I was only 7. I'm 17 now. But that memory has been haunting me for the past 3 days. My dad stood at the door watching silently. He gave me space and I loved how he cared enough to. Maybe it was the fact I had a panic attack once when he woke me. "Hi." I breath out. "Hey." He whispers. Long story short I was taken when I seven, a day after my birthday. I hadn't remember much about my family expected maybe my dad and two other boys who were, well are my brothers. But I've been in a cell obeying the rules of a monster for 10 years. It took a lot of therapy to just get me to say two words and stop hiding and running away 1 year of therapy to realize he can't hurt me now. "You can come in.." I say softly. He walks in and joins the hug. I sigh and lean into their touch. There's no doubt in my mind that I will be starting the sessions again.