His Mates Pretty Little Scars

Scars.

beautiful, sporadic, peaceful, scars.

The one thing I find pretty about myself is my scars.

I can't live in a world without them. To me, scars scream freedom and prison in the same sharp movement. They build character, all while hiding personality. My scars give me a moment of clarity, yet they also give me complete solitude. Without my scars, who am I really?

Scars.

The one thing I hate about myself is my scars.

London has spent her whole life in a prison of her own sins. Her father hates her for killing her mom. Her brother hates her for her father's resentment. She hates herself for breathing.

The brutal Alpha holds London under his boot. The kicks and beatings don't fill his heart, but that won't stop him from trying. She is a spitting image of her mother, his biggest regret. To the rest of the world, he is caring and loving. He is the perfect father with the perfect son.

If there was to ever be a king Alpha, it was Alpha Dean Snow. His cold stares scream loneliness, yet they demand respect. Dean has been searching tirelessly for his mate. Soon, he plans to ask the other Alphas for the chance to meet their female wolves. Maybe he was meant to be alone, maybe he was meant for greatness. His real challenge would be finding the best happy medium.

When Dean finds his girl, she is far from what he expected. How can someone so weak lead a pack so strong? Is weakness shown in her physically or is it shown in his cold stares?

The universe has blessed them with eachother, but can he learn to love his mates pretty little scars?

Warning: this story has very mature, descriptive, and triggering themes including sexual assault, self harm, and suicidal thoughts. Substance abuse, coarse language, and topics are also present. This book is meant for 18+ and you have been warned about the content inside.