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*

　　Stop. Don’t go. Don’t do this. Run. Hide. Please.


　　The thoughts kept floating in my head, even when I had no idea what I was and what was going on with the world. Surrounded by pain, cold and desperation, I knew there was something I had to do, someone I must save and protect, but any complicated thought slipped away the moment before I caught it.


　　After I almost went crazy from hearing those words, again and again, begging, urging, commanding me to act, I managed to open my eyes. The pain and nausea seemed to only intensify as I stared at the blurry ceiling and waited for my brain to catch up. Once my mind cleared enough to remember who I was and what had happened, I tried to sit up.


　　Pain like no other exploded in my side, forcing me onto my back with a groan so loud, I thought people could hear me at the end of the world. Colors flooded my vision and the cold inside my body turned into a burning — a searing, hot fire that was a mix of anger, sorrow and utter hate.


CHAPTER 47