Emery Aiken has always lived in a mysterious and eerie village. Growing up with folktales about a fictitious creature being whispered around the campfire. Never once believing a word said. Thinking it was all just a hoax while the other girls prepared for the ritual that takes place every 20 years. What is this peculiar ritual you ask? This tradition, known as The Ritual to The Beast happens every 20 years under a blood moon. Girls between the ages of 16 to 19 are chained in the forest. Chained so they wouldn't be able to run. Run from what? THE BEAST! One girl is sacrificed. And what happens after? Guess you're going to have to read to find out. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 in werewolf (02/06/19) #1 in humor (18/06/19) #5 in romance (27/06/19) © 2020 All Rights Reserved

Brylee Cunnings has a secret that only a handful of people know. If word ever goes out to whom she really is, it'd be the end for her now that the whole werewolf community is being ruled by a militaristic council. Unfortunately for her, a mandatory order has been implemented and she and some of her pack members are required to oblige. Following that order requires her to move away from her secluded home and into an academy of dominating werewolves. Here, she'll learn to face her true struggles and maybe even break a few rules to save herself. Her once quiet life has turned upside down so she must learn to survive. Although in the midst of surviving, she meets a person who's also been hiding himself as well, a notorious soon-to-be alpha, Maddox Reed.

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.