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

　　After what felt like forever, the cab finally came to a stop.


　　"We are here," the cabbie announced.


　　Dante peered around the surrounding from the window. It was remote and kind of away from the city. "Where?"


　　"You said the nearest resting place," he said with a big smile plastered on his face.


　　Dante's anger spiked immediately. Things like this made him lose absolute control. "Don't tempt me. I am pretty confident that I made my statement clear. I need a hotel, not this remote environment. Is this a joke or what?"


　　Frowning, "not to me. Please step down and pay up the can fare. I have to continue my daily business."


　　Dante had already lost all the will of arguing further. With so much frustration, he got down from the cab and paid the cabman.


　　"Have a nice day," the cabman greeted, earning a dreadful glare from Dante.


CHAPTER 20