Wolfe Lasa Malikov's pack was slaughtered, her and her beta were the only ones that survived at the age of 15, 1300 years ago. Her mother was the most powerful warlock alive, and her father was the Alpha King. 20 years ago, Wolfe started her own pack by taking over others, and soon her pack was widely known as the Blood Pack, and her the Blood Alpha.
Everyone has heard the stories of the King's pack years ago that was wiped out almost entirely; Her old one. Her family. Only her pack knows that the Blood Alpha is female, and what she really is, which she uses to her advantage, but it is also her downfall. She is wolf and Warlock, no trace of human in her. This causes some problems since her wolf enjoys her power, and being in control of situations and people, no matter how sick and twisted it can be. The only civilized part of her comes from her warlock blood, and that's not much better.
She is deadly, and she's searching for her mate. No one can stop her.
One day she goes shopping for her pack and Wolfe spots her mate from afar. He's an alpha's son but that doesn't stop her from kidnapping him. Now, the roles are switched. She's the big bad alpha, and he's the gentle one.. What will happen? Will there be bloodshed? After all, drawing blood is what she does best..
Coy didn't know the difference between herself and her pack members. As far as she was concerned they were the same, they were family. She had always been a part of the pack for as long as she could remembered.
There were times when she felt different but those moments were few and quick to pass.
Then along came the strange wolf that was even bigger than she was. He smelled of the forest, humans and wolves. He moved in a way that intrigued her even though all the wolves in her pack moved just as beautifully.
She was so drawn to him that she refused to allow the pack to attack him. But how could she get the pack to accept him when he was clearly so different from them? How could she get him to accept her pack when he didn't seem to want to even be there?
Hours, days, weeks.
Bentley didn't like the idea of a wolf born mate, a wolf that couldn't shift. He was a shifter. He wanted a shifter mate, not that he ever thought about it until now. Still, he was taught the Creator didn't make mistakes. So, he had to step up and get to know this wolf. He stayed, stealing the moments and glances he could.
When he found out the wolf couldn't be his mate he still couldn't make himself drive away. He didn't know what the attachment between them was but it was undeniably an connection. He needed to find the reason for the bond.