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*

　　“Goodnight, baby,” I whispered as I tucked Elijah in, kissing his forehead. He muttered something unintelligible, his eyes already fluttering closed. I had let him stay as late as he wanted since he was brimming with energy and excitement at the thought of staying here for a couple of days. He had spent the whole day playing with Gabriel and me, then with the rest of the staff, who were more than happy to spoil him with anything he wanted. I had almost thought that he’d end up not sleeping at all, but as soon as he stuffed his face with food and two deserts, he started dozing off at the table.


　　Gabriel had carried him to the room that Elijah had picked for himself, then left to take a call while I put him to sleep. Now that I could hear his even breathing and the soft snores suggesting he was deep into the land of dreams, I got up from the bed and headed toward the door.


CHAPTER 60