Iris has had a difficult life, running from her past and living like a nomad. She is not a regular wolf. She curses the Moon goddess for the gifts she possesses.The ability to heal others at least that is what she tells herself and best friend Aria. She wants nothing to do with being a wolf. She barely shifts, does not believe in mates and hates everything that has to do with packs. And she shows her disregard, with a foul mouth and attitude to match she is always landing herself and travelling companion, Aria in trouble.  Until one day she runs into a pack of ancient wolves, rumored to be extinct. The first wolves made by the Moon goddess, and finds out the Alpha of the pack is her mate.

And ofcourse she wants nothing to do with him and he wants everything to do with her. But He is not one to be toyed with, brutal and heartless( and that's just being modest). He refuses to let her disrespect him and will go to any extent to ensure she submits to his every will, thankfully she can't die. 

But a war is coming and it's out of this world, Malik and Iris are the only ones that can stop it, and they don't know it yet. Will they be able to push their differences away and let the Moon goddess finish what she started or will they be too pig-headed and stubborn to fall in love?

Iris: Werewolf wars.

I looked down to see my nipples poking at his shirt. Heat rose to my cheeks and I quickly turned around to put on the bra "and whose fault is it" I muttered, mumbling insults. He just chuckled and went to open the door. He waited until I was done before he opened the door. 


"Alpha... so this is what you do during your office time" his friend teased him, giving a cheeky grin. His hair was tied up into a ponytail and it was chestnut brown. I could see his green eyes from where I stood and his skin looked somewhat pale but not too much. In summary, he was incredibly good-looking. I could tell he was handsome but his beard had grown way too much as if he hadn't shaved in weeks. 


He's my mate.