The everlasting pain coursing through my body didn't come to an end when I shifted, revealing my dark wolf to everyone in the packhouse-including Martin. A choice had to be made quickly and when I did have any option, I shifted. Anger boiled deep in my system as I fixated my attention at John who seemed to back away. The hunger for injuring and bleeding him to death was strong.He messed up with the wrong wolf.I charged at him without a warning, bit into his warm flesh and wounded him.Mercy wasn't valid. I ripped him apart till he purred like a wounded wolf. That was my cue to escape. Too much damage was done, I was hurt and my wolf was revealed. I peeked to my side and found a way to escape.When I glanced back at Martin, I found compassion surfacing his wild eyes as he came into realization. There was no way I was going to stay here for another moment. My heart wrenched and cried along with my wolf as I ran, making my way out of the city. He followed me.I sensed it. His wolf beh

Peace Darwin,that was the boy’s name Before I could say anything to him, the cab took off as the driver was a little too irritated and he couldn't stand in the middle of the road for another second.I was in a moment of shock and I stayed frozen as memories of my childhood crawled back into me. That was my little brother. There were only a few instances my parents allowed me to see him as they believed I was cursed or something along those lines. My parents despised me and they hated me to the core where they literally sold me off to the Alpha so he could train me into being a killing machine.I should've known.Those blue and green eyes, they resembled the child I had once seen in my mother's arm. I played with him a few times in the field that was outside my parent's house. Yet, I failed to recognize him.As the cab drove away, looked back, again and again, wanting to know more about my brother. I was too lost in thinking about Martins and everything else that I couldn't see that

Martin placed his fingers over my back, rubbing my skin in circles whilst I dressed up myself, wanting to leave and take a shower and then grab Sarah from here before running away that was all.Across the room, there was a large mirror and I could see the marks on my body that he had given me. There was one certain mark on my neck, the imprint of his hands while he choked me the entire time he fucked me.God. He was definitely going to kill me.Not that I minded it."Let me mark you." he growled, his wolf rubbing against me."Nope,""Why not?" He backed and looked into my eyes.Misery clogged in my throat, everything was great, Martin was great in bed and nothing else. "Because, you're selfish, you're an Alpha, let's not forget the hundred times you tried to kill me, and the few other times you let your wolves kill me and you have showed me no ounce of compassion until you found out that I'm your mate so, no, you're not going to mark me unless I want you too-which is never!" I explai

It took me almost a minute till I freshened up and left the washroom to see Martin seated on the bed, waiting to spill all my secrets about my past. He folded his leg over the other one and his lips turned into a cold smile.I swallowed hard and sat beside him,"What do you want to know?" His eyes averted when I switched on the lamp on the nightstand, lightening up the room."Everything""Like?"Like there are no official records of an alive female rogue right now so let's get started with that." he raised his brows in confusion. It was true-there were no records about a female rogue, even if there was one, she was either killed or starved to death, that's what happened to rogues."I was kicked out, which turned me into a rogue so my name was on the list for a few months but I faked my death before moving here to the city," I explained."Which is why you don't have any records of me,""Golden eagle , isn't it? My knowledge tells me that it's a small pack and the Alpha there is the old

An ache of a thousand needles penetrating in my neck went through me. For a moment, it actually felt like I was going to die with Martin's mark-he hadn't even marked me and I knew for one that no one else had.He grabbed my arm without a warning and pulled me close, "Which bastard of a cunt has marked you?" He growled, questioning, his eyes turning bright red with anger. There was a probability that a female's body could deny a male wolf's claim if she had been previously marked."No one, I'm not marked!" I exclaimed, making it clear. "You wouldn't have sniffed me out on the night of blood moon if I was marked by someone else.It was obvious. If I had been marked, I wouldn't have felt anything againstMartin, no love, no heat, no lust--nothing at all. He'd just be an Alpha to me.He pulled in a deep breath through his nose and shuddered with anger, "Is it James? Tell me if it is because I will kill him,""No, Jesus, no! No one has marked me. I do not have anyone's mark." I yelled, I wa