I wish I didn't take advantage of her love I wish I didn't love him. I wish I took better care of her I wish I turned my back on him the moment he hit me I wish I treated her better. I wish I pushed him off when he came to me I wish I could've held my love for him I wish I didn't walk down that aisle I wish I could have fought back for myself. I was fighting a losing battle, All for us. But it was too late for those numerous "I wish" Everything is irrevocable. No pauses. No rewinds. No take backs.

❝"Elijah, stop please!" I cried as my mate kept landing blows on him. If he kept doing that he would certainly kill him. He growled angrily as he threw him against a tree. With a clenched jaw he stalked towards me. "YOU ARE MINE PARKER! FUCKING MINE!"❞ Parker always expected that her mate would reject her. After all that's what everyone always told her. She was just the Omega, the pack slave. So imagine her surprise when, Elijah North, soon to be Alpha doesn't reject her. But no, he doesn't really accept her either. He keeps toying with her heart and Parker isn't sure just how more she can take. But then the Alpha of the visiting pack shows interest in her and a side of Elijah she had never seen appears.

She moved with a certain thoughtfulness about her. Every step was placed gently. Whether this is to disappear from those around her or to protect the wounds they inflicted was unknown but, either were understandable for someone in her position. To have and hide an abusive mate was unbearable. Especially when it's him you're hiding it from. Omega had been beaten into her until she had forgotten her own name. Finding out her tormentor was her mate broke her. With the constant inhumanities of her life, she believed herself worthless. So worthless she didn't believe she deserved her mate. Rejection is a cruel thing. Rejecting your Alpha mate is even worse. Book 1 The art I used as the starting point for the cover was done by Antonio Mora .

She began to fear every sound since she had met him. With every step she looked over her shoulder. Fear of him kept her wary. Trying to run from the nightmare he put her through was all that mattered, but the pain of being away from half of your soul was almost as unbearable as the fear motivating her. Diana had been without love for a very long time, and it doesn't seem like that's going to change. With the constant cruelities of her life, and only more to come, all that matters is escape. Escape by any means necessary. Life is rarely fair. Life on the run is even worse. Book 2 The art I used as the starting point for the cover was done by Antonio Mora