J.S.Hart

I am strong. I am a survivor. I am... free.
It has been almost six years since I escaped my pack, my abusive alpha, my painful memories. Six years of struggle, of hiding and running, but also of joy and laughter and... life, wonderful life. Six years, but the nightmares haven’t stopped completely. Now they are back stronger than ever.
When I went back to the university for my last semester, I expected that my biggest problem would be graduating while working multiple jobs and taking care of my kid. It didn’t even cross my mind that I would meet my fated mate on the first day of school and realize that the past I worked so hard to leave behind had finally caught up with me. 

So now if I want to survive, I have to go against my fate and my heart and do the hardest thing in the world: reject him.

But how do you reject someone who is determined to make you fall in love with him?

The Alpha's Blood*

　　I pushed the hand off my face, but before I could do anything else, his mouth was on mine and his tongue left me no room for questions. Gabriel slid a hand behind my neck, pulling me to sit up, then to stand. He kept his arm on my waist as if aware that I wasn’t ready to stand on my own two feet yet.


　　I reached for his belt without thinking and when he didn’t stop me, I unbuckled it, undoing the button with impatient hands. I ran my hand over his boxers, groaning as I felt the full length of him, the hardness and impatient twitching at my touch, but before I could go any further, Gabriel broke the kiss and caught my hand.


　　“Turn around,” he said, his words half an order, half a plea. I did as I was told, setting my palms on the table as I listened to his heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes. His hands slipped over my back, to my hips, pulling them toward him until I felt his cock rub between my legs.


CHAPTER 13