Heal Me

One mighty Alpha. A pack devoted and enslaved to his calling. Acres of land for his ruling. Luxurious and lavish commodities of all types at his every beck and call. An elevated and majestic ruling unlike no other, unseen by any eyes for hundreds of years. A kingdom so whole and beautiful, poets sing its praise far and wide.

Everything is at the heel of his feet yet there is a darkness and it looms over the ruler's shoulders. Brusque and cold is his nature. Mercilessness and ruthlessness runs in the veins of his ash like blood. A healing touch is what he needs; what his broken psyche desperately craves, yet where is the solitary key to that salvation and why can't it be found? Even better so, will he ever be able to find it...?

One small yet desperately needed hollow space is what litters his entire being. The essence of his completion.

His pursued want. His mate and Queen. His one love for all of eternity.