The Mark of a Queen

All the pieces begin to meld together in my head. This is his doing. An Alpha is supposed to lead by example, and it seems quite obvious, that he is not.

Nothing but the sound of the whip against her back filling my ears. Filling my thoughts. The more I think about the punishment, the more I grew angry. It all comes to a tipping point when I stop in front of the little girl, only to realize, this is not a pup. This is a full grown woman who has been deprived of everything. Her bones were protruding out of her skin screaming for nutrients to survive. Her back was mangled, and in disarray, with scars littering every part of her body.

She didn't even smell like a wolf, but a mere human, but that scent. That scent is intoxicating begging for me to come closer, for my wolf to emerge and take her away from whatever this place has become.

Leandros
A hidden Alpha King who demanded to be seen and not heard. An Alpha who doesn't know love, who doesn't know what it means to nurture or to be nurtured.

Leandros was not supposed to be there that day, He was not supposed to see a woman nearly lifeless, and he certainly did not expect the intoxicating smell coming off of the woman leaving him breathless and unsure of what to do next.

Alena
The Omega of a pack in a world that is cruel and evil. A world where she only remembers what love is like from one person, who left her life when she was only 12 years old. Since then she has been enslaved by her abusers. Enslaved by the very people who have showed her nothing but a life of cruelty.

Alena was waiting for death. She was hoping to finally be rid of the abuse and the constant torture. She saw the Moon Goddess and she felt the bliss, only to be snatched away as soon as she saw her happy ending. Why did this only happen to her? Why couldn't she be free of this world?