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*

　　“Last chance to run. You can take the car and go,” I said as I squeezed the wheel, my knuckles turning white. When Stella didn’t answer I turned to look at her only to see her back as she opened the door and walked out. I winced as she slammed the door, then followed her outside, circling the car in a hurry as she headed toward the stairs leading up to the estate.


　　She was breathtaking in the shimmering silver dress like she was wearing moonlight and just looking at her filled me with the same power the moon did. I could do this, I could beat him — for her, I was going to beat him or drag him with me to hell.


　　Hurrying to her side, I slid my hand to the small of her back, helping her keep her balance as she climbed the steps in her heels, keeping her skirts out of the way. She didn’t push me away or tell me not to touch her, so I stayed by her side, trying not to stare as my heart drummed in my chest.


CHAPTER 42