Chapter 5

SHANE KINCAID

‘Take a good look in the mirror, son. Look at those eyes, bask in the darkness they hold, be the darkness and embrace what you are. A monster in the making. You killed your mother today, tomorrow it’ll be your mate. Better yet, your brothers’

A monster.

Being called a monster by my own father hurt when I was a ten-year-old pup. Nineteen years later and I wore the word ‘monster’ like a brand on my forehead.

I embraced it and lived like a monster because being one made me feel like a god.

A monster owned the whole world.

A monster killed with no remorse.

A monster was an Alpha without a heart.

A monster couldn’t be changed, couldn’t love, couldn’t get hurt.

And this monster certainly didn’t have a mate, wasn’t going to mark her and wasn’t absolutely going to fall for her.

Ten seconds are gone and little Miss Invisible is still hiding behind my desk, thinking that if she pretends to be invisible, I’ll ignore her presence.

The alcohol might be in my system but my wolf and I