17 years ago my twin brother and I were born. I was next in line for Alpha. A year later my baby brother Tate was born. My mother died giving birth to him. My father couldn't handle the grief. He killed himself. We were orphans. His Beta took care of us for a while but he abused my brothers and did worse to me. Tyler and I took Tate and we left. We never looked back. We trained, and we grew stronger. We traveled across the US. Our lives finally becoming as normal as they could be for three orphaned rouges. That was until I met his brother. What I didn't know that, that's when my life would change forever...