Ending Eight Years of Hell with the Alpha, My Road to Sweetness

aughter of the Lancaster pack, gro

r spoon, the pride of heaven, loved by

died in childbirth, le

eeded someone to ta

eaten me, forcing me to sign an eight-year contract

cycles -whose fur I'd groomed, whose howls I'd s

, I was sent crashing int

glowing a malevolent sulfur - yellow. Their ragged breaths carried t

a symphony of pain play

my flesh, tearing through

beneath being shredded. My mangled

ry scratch, turning the agony i

loomed on the

red over me, his claws as long

s it feel

ou think justice would come for you? You're nothing but an interloper, a paras

owling in pain, but I summoned the

p! I tried to save him, bu

ainst the cage with such force th

, their claws scratching furiously at the me

d leg gave way beneath me, and I crashed to

oung alpha - in - waiting, the diviners have foreseen

was fate, she failed to protect what was most sa

to me, his gaze

- tipped whips. Let her scream until her v

ws extended and mouths foaming with antici

a blur of pai

eavy thud of pow

x. What blasph

irfax loomed a

s he took in the stenc

face the full wrath of

ked the cage, my weakene

ted as I tried to stand, my leg

Jace reached out a hand to

d a low, dangerous grow

not call for

ed snarl, fresh blood trick

host, a forgotten shadow. Who among you

pack, the acrid stench of antiseptic

e cold, hard

gly under the harsh, artificial light

lacerations, it was as if liqu