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*

　　“Ready?” Graham asked, as he held the wheel with one hand, pulling one of his guns out of the shoulder straps under his jacket. I nodded, adjusting the weapon in my hands as I looked back at the three men sitting in the back seat. All of them nodded.


　　The car we had taken from Ashton and his men continued down the narrow road between the tall, thick trees as we neared the checkpoint. We kept the lights off to stop them from noticing us too soon and alerting the others. But we had to be quick about taking them down or we were going to lose the element of surprise.


　　I took a deep breath, taking off the safety of the gun in my hand. It felt strangely heavy as I let it rest on my thigh, tugging on the hood of the hoodie I wore under my jacket. Graham was wearing the leather jacket of one of the dead men lying in our garden, using it to mask his scent. There was no room for suits and fancy get up. We were here to kill and destroy — and if we were lucky, to save a few people.


CHAPTER 54