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 brought the glass to my lips, taking a small sip out of the expensive whiskey that I had been keeping for a special occasion. When we had made the plan, I had decided that today was going to be fucked up enough that I could allow myself something strong.


　　Steps and laughter come from deep inside the empty manor. Something shattered and several voices laughed, but I didn’t move out of my seat on the patio where I was lounging in one of the chairs, legs extended in front of me while I rocked the glass in my hand, the ice inside it clanking against the crystal walls.


　　I kept my eyes on the cup until they burst through the back doors of the house, all two dozen of them, and a small smile appeared on my lips.


　　So many, huh? My brother must have finally seen me as a threat or he wouldn’t have ‘not’ sent them all. It didn’t matter how many of them there were, I had enough people even if they couldn’t stand on equal ground with their brutal strength.


CHAPTER 52