Kratos

The Eight.

They wore their markings like burns from the fiery pits of Hell. Thick red and black, tribal-like patterns swirled around their bodies, lightning bolts promising of the archaic and infernal power harnessed within.
And Him. A savage, a barbarian, a king, said to be the god of war himself, Kratos. The ground trembles beneath him and the sky cracks above him. The most ruthless and godly alpha to walk this earth, it's ancient witch lore that his destiny goes beyond even the powers of the moon goddess herself.
And then there's me. Hazel. His mate. A little clumsy and a whole lot of average.
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Hazel, a pack healer, has never been anything other than gentle and kind. Her pack, small and loving. But when neighboring packs begin mysteriously falling off the map, she knows it's only a matter of time before her pack is targeted too. Finding herself bloodied and bruised in a strange field after another sleepwalking episode, Hazel returns to find a frightened pack, an elite group of trained alpha warriors, and a mate whose destiny is to conquer the world.

Hazel's story isn't about conquering a savage, it's learning to love one.