Freya Parrish was orphaned at age three by her family's rival pack, which forcefully took power from the Blue Moon Pack, murdering everyone except 'Lucky Freya.'

After the death of everyone in her pack, Freya was supposed to be the ruling Omega being the only survivor, but she suffered from amnesia, leaving Alpha Hero Ian at advantage. The Omegas were never seen as worthy or relevant. They were the bitches and their pack was the most fragile. This implicated anyone from their pack because their hate came naturally. 

Alpha Hero Ian turned Freya into a slave for his pack, the Blood Moon Pack. For some reason, everyone felt intimidated by Freya, even though she was fragile. This led to everyone to hate and maltreat her, including the Alpha's rude and spoilt son, Dante Ian. As the governing rule of the Blood Moon Pack states, 'All slaves must be set free on their eighteenth birthday,' Freya got sent far away into the human world without any orientation or shelter. 

Dante on his path took over as the Alpha after the death of his father. For him to become true after, he must also bond with his mate. Desperate to make his pack whole, he goes searching for his mate, which was no other than the girl who hates even the air that he breathes. Despite all the ugliness, is there a chance for Freya and Dante to put their past and differences aside for both packs? Being the only survivor, Freya needs to bear the child of a true Alpha to avoid the extinction of the Blue Moon Pack. 

“Forgiveness is a pricey pearl that cannot be handed out with ease. It takes more than love and mate bond to win this battle.”

Twisted Mates

　　He has to. It has been tormenting him ever since his attack in the woods. He needs to completely transform once more so that he can heal.


　　It was a disadvantage for Dante because he hadn't bonded with his mate. If he had claimed her, his shorter side would be balanced.


　　Isn't it funny? When you think that you've it all and find out that fate has been silently laughing at your pride all along. Because, never for once, did Dante think that he would need a fragile, irrelevant slave and daughter of the enemy pack. Now, he needed her more than she needed him.


　　He had been fighting it all night and was definitely going to lose at the end. His battle was as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of menstruation and deciding it was an inconvenient time to begin the process. Nature wins out. It always does.


CHAPTER 13