An intoxicating scent filled my nose, and I soon found myself wanting more. 'Mate! Mate is here!' Sam, my wolf, howled. The scent got closer. "A-Alpha! She is just a runt!" I look up to see a frantic man next to the most attractive man I have ever seen. His eyes widen. One word came out of his mouth as he stared at me. "Mate..." He and his wolf said at the same time. And this time I knew.... I wasn't ever going to be free... Meet Carter, a pack runt who was abused by the pack. She was taught she would never have happiness.. Meet Xander, an Alpha who grew up with a hatred of rouges and a loving family. He had always dreamed of finding his mate.. Will Xander mind that Carter is a rouge, look past that, and love her? Or will he abuse her like she thinks he will?

Harry's hot breath ghosts over Louis' smaller lips, making the twink shiver in anticipation. "Are you even able to repay me?" he asks, voice rough, filled with lust for the adolescent sitting in front of him. "I am, p-promise." Harry falls back on his king sized bed, crossing his arms behind his head and looking the boy up and down. "Prove it."

I sat on the desk and looked up at them, my cheeks reddened at the proximity and depth of their gaze- quite momentarily, I was left speechless. Xzaviar and Damien were otherworldly, ethereal even. Both held so much power and dominance, just their gaze upon you- it'd leave you breathless. They were Gods personified. Xzavier leaned on the desk, his arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles were visible. He wore a white turtleneck, with black ripped jeans and his combat boots, he paired the look with the schools white varsity jacket. 'B L Y T H E' Written on the back. Damien however, sat on desk, his strong gaze affiliated on me. There was something about him today that made my heart flutter, his usual good boy aura completely diminished and now a whole person erupted. He wore a tight white sleeved síhirt, dark denim jeans and a black leather jacket, he paired it up with black vans. I loved it, I loved both of them. Damien stared at me intently, his once ocean eyes now a midnight blue. I chose the wrong place and time to get aroused. "Jacqueline-"He spoke, his voice low, smooth and alluring. It sent shivers through me. "-speak," he demanded. Guess I've been staring too long.