Starting from being best friends to slowly departing as strangers and developing into the relationship of victim and bully, Aria's connection with Hunter didn't have any other specks to grow but when fate puts them under the spell of its own-The unexpected occurs, and on Aria's eighteenth birthday which she expected to be the best day of her life, becomes her worst nightmare.

It turned out that her mate is none other than Hunter Rodriguez.

On one hand, there was Hunter's realization of his mistake and his attempts to earn his mate's forgiveness and on the other hand, there was Aria's fight to resist the mate bond and her feelings for Hunter that grew without any boundaries.

And once the sudden mysterious rouge attacks began to take over putting everyone's lives in danger; For the pack in need of a Luna --Aria and Hunter had to work together to overcome the storm. And....the destined bond demanded to be felt. 

But in this ever-growing fire and electric pull between them, there were someone's dark intentions and greed for power that threatened to tear them apart and Aria unknowingly became the main attraction of the real enemy who wanted to claim her at any cost. 

Is Aria going to succeed in keeping her feelings for the irresistibly handsome Alpha away or will she see through the blessing she considered a curse? What if before any of these could happen that the unknown enemy sheltering under the pack might win and destroy everything?

HER  TORMENTOR  ALPHA

　　I woke up as light rays of sunlight fell on my face.


　　I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Hunter's face, he was facing me. He seemed to be in a deep doze.


　　His skin was glowing and his dark hair shone like silk as the sunlight caressed them ever so slightly. As my gaze traveled down, I took time to notice his muscles and protruding veins that were visible on his arm.


　　Wait! His hand was...resting on my waist.


　　My lips parted in realization and I began pondering over what to do.


　　I did not know why I did not want to wake him up from his slumber; Maybe because he looked so peaceful in sleep or maybe I was liking this view a little too much than I should have.


　　A few of his hair strands fell over his forehead as he moved a bit in his sleep, resting his hand now lower--On my hip.


　　My hand moved on its own to brush the hair strands from over his forehead and whilst doing so I realized how soft his hair was.


CHAPTER Twenty