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 stared blankly at the wall in front of me as I ran my hand over Elijah’s soft hair, trying not to think of Gabriel, of our conversation, of the broken look in his eyes. Of how I left him when just hours ago I had told Chris I would accept him. I was such a disgusting, fickle person that part of me wanted Michael to find me and do his worst, then grant me a quick, merciful death.


　　I realized that if it was just me, I would have stayed with Gabriel. I would have clung to him and begged him to wipe my fears and drink my pain with his body until I could no longer remember who I was. I would have stayed in his arms, given him my everything, even if it meant we had to fight Michael tomorrow and die.


　　But this wasn’t about me and I didn’t have the luxury to die. Not when I had this innocent boy to take care of. If I were to die, it would be after I made sure he was safe from that monster.


CHAPTER 38