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 tugged my hands tighter around me, running my palms over my naked skin and trying to ignore the blue tint that was creeping in even where there were no bruises. The room was cold and there was a draft coming from under the door, so even with my werewolf body, I could no longer keep up. I was going to die here if I didn’t do something. I had only been given a glass of water and a piece of bread, which I wolfed down, not even bothering to check if there was anything dangerous in it. If he wanted me dead, he would never kill me in such a quick and unsatisfying way. Besides, he needed me. He needed an… army.


　　He hadn’t tried to force himself on me yet, but I was afraid I was running out of time. I doubted he would be stupid enough to expect cooperation of any sort, but I was alone and even weaker from the beatings, the starvation and the cold, so I doubted I could even fight a human man and win.


CHAPTER 53