I was just a normal girl, despite not being human. Growing up my life was shitty, but still I was glad to be alive despite how dead I felt inside. There wasn't a single person in the world that I could trust. Not a single person that I cared for.
Until HE came.
My boring life soon vanished, werewolves hunt me from all corners of the earth. Rogues, Alphas, and kings Alike. I was kidnapped, despite him telling people different. Everyone told me he was a monster, the beast that never loved, he didn't feel pain, or remorse. For a while I believed the stories and rumours, until I came to realise that the beast simply acted on the assumptions of others.
They called him a beast. They treated him like an animal. So the animal he became.
But I could see the pain, the agony that he feels every day of his life. Unable to see the world in colour ever again, completely blind in human form. Slowly I was falling for the Lycan, not realising that he was waiting to catch me.
With enemies surrounding me, and old unfamiliar friends appearing out of thin air to reveal secrets that I had long forgotten, things get complicated. Lies are told, secrets are kept, and slowly but surely myself and the beast and ripping each other apart.
Will we survive the wars? Or will it destroy us both? The truth is always revealed at one point, no matter how much it rips apart your happy little bubble.
With an enemy stronger than us all, and older than time itself, how do we defend ourselves? He is coming for me, and he will kill everyone I've come to love if they step in his way.
Little did any of us know that the key to the kings demise, was me. I have power beyond anything anyone has ever seen, I am the daughter of the mother moon, and he wants it. He wants it all. And he plans on burning those who even consider stopping him.
READ TO FIND OUT...
*INCLUDES SWEARING, VIOLENCE AND MATURE SCENES*
Re-posting.
The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic.
Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate.
And the damage they cause might not ever be healed.
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Prologue:
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel.
Drip.
As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture.
Drip.
Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there.
Drip.
Step.
Drip.
Step.
The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall.
Drip.
Step.
Drip.
Step.
Only one set of footsteps.
There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit.
The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed.
What more could be said? What more could be done?
All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell.
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WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged.
Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.