“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF, GET OUT OF HERE!” I growled at him, but I barely managed to finish my sentence when Catheryn lounged at me again. This time I wasn’t fast enough. I only managed to lift up my arm defensively, as her jaws bit down onto my arm and I fell backwards with her on top of me. Pain radiated through my arm as I grabbed the side of her furred head to try and push her away but with my arm imbedded in her sharp teeth, it was difficult. I screamed through my clenched teeth as I shut my eyes against the pain. FUCK! This was going nowhere near what we planned… not that the plan was good to begin with anyway. Getting myself together I open my eyes to glare daggers into Catheryn and I can see the blood lust in her eyes, but I was shocked when she suddenly let go and jumped off of me. I quickly came to my feet and clutched my arm to my stomach. The blood ran through my fingers as I watched her move in a slow circle around me. It was clear in the hatred that I sensed from her that she wanted to kill me and for some reason she didn’t take the opportunity when I was pinned down. I was obviously at a disadvantage, so why didn’t she take her shot. I stepped backwards and something caught my eye. The fucking lycan was still here. Bloody hard-headed bastards. Catheryn turned her murderous gaze onto him, and I barely had time to react when she lounged herself towards him. “WATCH OUT!” I called out as I ran towards them and managed to scrape together a bit of energy to propel myself into the air and I collided with Cathryn, sending her rolling into the dirt as I landed hard on the ground myself. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain that throbbed in my arm and not to mention the blood I was losing because Cathryn quickly found her footing again and lounged angrily at me. I side stepped her, but her one clawed paw managed to catch me over my stomach. I could feel her nails slice into my skin followed just as quickly by the warmth of the blood that ran freely from the wound she left behind and I doubled over as I sank to my knees. *** Athena and Ashlynn have a dark past. They were raised by their grandparents who were the Alphas of their pack in America. Schooled in both werewolf and magical training they each try to lead a normal life separately, but it all comes crashing down when the Head Instructress, Miss Castor, asks for help to save guard the school as it seems that the darkness wasn’t quite as dead as they thought. Will they be able to fulfil their duties and face their fears whilst trying to hold onto secrets of their own and keeping together the life that they have built?

"NO MORE RUNNING SIERRA!" growled the voice of my alpha. I shot around to face them, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath. A shiver ran through my naked body as I stood there after my transformation and I glared at him and his warrior wolves that had cut off my only means of escape with a dead drop off cliff behind me... Jumping off the cliff looked to be my only way out and I preferred that to what he and his men were going to do to me once they got their hands on me. Especially my sadistic mate. "I would rather die than stop running from you!" I screamed at him, my eyes flashing dangerously violet at him as my wolf begs to be let out again, but I knew she was just as exhausted as I was... I doubted that I would be able to shift again at this point. My alpha snarls at my defiance as his eyes darkened while glaring at me. “So be it!” My alpha snapped and lunged for me. My heart nearly stopped. This was it… I thought and I was about to turn and step off the cliff when, suddenly, a blurred figure shot out of the darkness. My breath hitched in my throat as the scent attacked my senses even before the figure collided with my alpha and they both went tumbling to the ground in the darkness. Everything seemed to have slowed down for a moment as the moon casted an ominous shadow over the two figures that have taken in a stand against each other after the stumble. My rescuer standing closest to me, creating an obstacle with her body against the others. “KEEP YOUR FILTHY CLAWS OFF MY MATE.” The figure warned with a menacing tone and it was like everything started to move back at normal speed again. I was frozen with shock. I just didn’t know what shocked me more… the fact that someone came out of nowhere to save me or that fact that this person claimed me to be their mate or that it was a she-wolf!? *** WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND ABUSE *** *** DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED *** Sierra had been leading a hard life. Raised by a cruel alpha who abused her along with his group of rogue wolves. Not being able to stand it any longer, she runs away and becomes their favorite hunting toy until she crosses paths with an unlikely savior. What will she do when this savior claims her as a mate? The pull and attraction is unmistakable, but how could that be? How could this wolf be her mate if she was already running from her mate and what will she do when she finds out what her alpha has been hiding from her and who she really is.

I cried out in frustration and tears as I pulled against the binds that had me chained to the wall. I knew that no matter how much I pulled, that I would not be able to get free since these were magicked to suppress my magic somehow. Did Bane have magicals on his side? That thought sent fear down my back, but I refused to give up. I needed to get out of here. I was shaking and I wasn’t sure if it was from the coldness of the dark wet cell or from fear. Since I woke up in here a few hours ago, I have been trying to look for any means of escape, but the dim light from the fire torch in the opposite side of the room, made it too dark to see, but what I could make out was that the cell I was in, looked very old. The walls were built in stone, no visible windows and with moss growing on the walls which was probably from the dampness what leaked though the stone ceiling. The only source of air was through a little square hole in the metal door which didn’t help much. The air stank of decay and rot that probably came from the dark stains on the walls that I didn’t want to know the origin was from but had a pretty good idea to what it was. I shivered as I gave the ropes another hard tug. I knew it was in vain, but I couldn’t give up, even as the binds started to eat away at my skin from all the pulling. I couldn’t give up. I said to myself again, but I sighed and looked around the confined space again before deciding to sit down and rest for a bit and gather my thoughts. To think of a plan to get out of this. The mattress I sat on was the only comfort in the cell, but it smelled really bad and had similar stains on it as the walls, but it was at least something between me and the cold stone floor. I sat thinking. Hugging my knees to my chest as I rested my head on my knees. I knew that the others would be looking for me by now, but I was afraid of how long it was going to take them to find me. I jumped in fright as a key turned in the lock of my metal cell door and I bolted to my feet. A gasp escaped my lungs as I stared with wide fearful eyes at the largest werewolf, I have only seen a few times before. If I were to stand next to him, my head wouldn’t even be level with his chest. My heart raced as he smiled sadistically down at me and run his tongue over his canines that were extended even in human form. “YOU stay away from me.” I screamed as he stepped closer, and my panic only seems to delight him as he adjusted his belt on his shaggy pants which was all that he was wearing. Scars danced across his naked chest from the flickering flame of the torch in the corner of the room as he came closer and there was no more room for me to back into as my back was already pressed against the cold wet wall. He grabbed for me so quick that I didn’t have time to react, and I found myself pressed between his hard chest and the stone wall with my feet hanging in the air when he lifted me off the ground when he grabbed me. “He was right, you really are a pretty little thing and depending on how tight you are… I might just keep you.” *** Amber, a young witch was about to become part of a war. It is up to a small group of werewolves, vampires and magicals to try and save everyone but then a mysterious girl appeared out of nowhere. Could this girl be their savior or her death?

The mad man's head whipped around at me with a furious expression, and I just realized that he had my sister, Amelia, on her back and was about to strike her down when I managed to get to his daughter. My heart leaped in fear as he snarled angrily, and he tightened his grip on Amelia and hauled her to her feet and put her in the same choke hold that I had his daughter in. “You kill her, and I kill your sister.” He sneered and to make his threat hit home, he tightened his hold on her neck until a pained whimper escaped her throat and she struggled to breathe. "M-Ma-lia." Oh Goddess! What do I do now? I thought to myself as my fear was starting to eat away at my resolve. The bitch was sputtering in my hold as I tried to think of what to do now. She tried to pry my arm away from her neck, but I had a good strong hold as she wasn’t nearly as genetically enhanced as the rest of us. Their two bodyguard wolves, who were both sporting similar large bumps on their heads were looking from me to Gallagher. They were at a loss at what to do and so was I. “WELL? What is it going to be, subject ninety-two?” He growled as he tightened his hold even more and I could see Amelia starting to turn blue in the face. I was just about to let the bitch go, when a snarl sounded from behind the mad scientist and before he could react, he went flying through the air which made him release Amelia and he landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. *** Malia and Amelia were both kidnapped as children by a sadistic scientist who was obsessed with mixing the gene pool by doing experiments. They were rescued but they found that, in fear of not only their safety, but their families as well, they couldn’t return home and so with their rescuers they try to start a new life but as fate would have it, the past would not let go so easily as their tormentor returns to finish what he once started and they quickly found themselves faced with their family as they try to save others from their once youthful fate.

I fall to the floor as my hand automatically goes to the left side of my face as i stare back up at him. HE PUNCHED ME! "A-Alpha Please..." Before I can say anything more, he grabs both my arms and pulls me up and pins me to the wall in his office, slamming his body against mine while his usually ice blue eyes, now turned black, stares angrily back at me. His short dark brown hair standing wildly with a grimace on his face, making him look even more menacing. "YOU WILL BE MY MATE!..." He growled at me, making me shake even more out of fear. "Please let me go... I can't be your mate..." I whimpered out, looking away from him. I try to push him away, but his grip tightened on my arms and pulls me forward before slamming me back against the wall, hitting my head so hard, I start to see little black dots and i feel my body going numb... *** Skylar and her mother just moved to a new pack to escape their crazy ex-Alpha. Almost 17, she's afraid of finding her mate because of her past. Devon is the future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. What will he do when he discovers that the new girl is his mate and will he be able to save her from what's to come...

"W-who are you?" I ask on a whimper of fear, but I only receive an angry throaty growl in reply. I force myself through the pain to sit up and try to get to my feet, but my body is visibly shaking. Seeing as he was not attempting to attack me again, I start shuffling backwards on my good arm whilst keeping him in my sight. Fresh fear runs through me as I see him taking a step towards me for every few feet I backpedaled until my back bumped into one of the trees, making me utter out a cry in pain. I catch something shift in his eyes, but it was gone just as fast as another howl pierces the air. Closer this time. My heart jumps in fear. Oh Gods, is he waiting on the rest of them before he starts tearing me apart or... What is he going to do to me? My mind rushes through what my father said about rogues. About how ruthless they are. Taking what they want, especially woman whether they were willing or not and as my thoughts whirl around in my head, I fail to notice that he came even more closer to me. I start in fright when I realize that he was standing directly in front of me and for the first time, I realize that he was completely naked and I blushed furiously through my fear and I quickly look away from him. I turn my gaze onto my aching shoulder and see that there were four long slash marks cut into it and I whimper in pain again when I try to move some of the shredded fabric from the torn skin. "You're human." I jump at his deep voice, snapping my head back to meet his gaze and I see confusion and the beginnings of anger staring back at me. "What is a human doing on werewolf territory?" He demanded as though I crossed into his own lands. Anger stirs in my chest. I'm so tired of everyone holding it against me for being different. "That's none of your business rogue." I snap back before I could stop myself. My anger cutting through my fear for a moment and just as suddenly I regret it as he lounges for me. I cry out in pain as he grabs me around the throat and pulls me up to eye level with him, pinning me to the tree. I pant in pain, trying to draw in breath from his tight hold and tears roll down my face. "Look at me!" He demands but I shake my head as best I could. I can hear him snarling at me, but I refuse to open my eyes to look at him and this only makes him angrier. He pulls me towards him a little before slamming my back against the tree, making me scream out in pain and he slightly loosens his grip. "I said, look at me, MATE!" He demands and growls out on the last word. I feel my body go cold, my eyes snap open to his of their own accord as all breath leaves my body and I swear my heart stopped just then. NO no no no. My mind suddenly spins, and a sob escapes my throat as I stare at him in disbelief. He smirks down evilly at me and a new tremor of fear rakes through my body as more sobs escape my throat. "NO." I cry out which only caused him to laugh at me. *** This book is the sequel to The Alpha’s Abused Mate where it follows the life of their daughter Lycandra. At 18 years old she has still not found her mate and the fact that she was born human into a pack of werewolves made it difficult for her but deciding to enjoy her life non the less she soon finds her world turned upside down when a threat to her pack emerges in the form of Max Raider. A ruthless rogue alpha that came to claim what was taken from him and claiming Lycandra in the process as well. *You do not need to read the first book to follow the events in this story but it will give you a better understanding of the book.

“NO!” I screamed making the closest she-wolves to me jump in fright and I darted to the door as shocked faces looked on after me. I clutched my side as it burned with pain but I ignored it, just like I ignored someone calling my name as I ran to the front doors. The wolves parted for me and soon I found myself outside behind the crowed that surrounded my daughter, Talia, and her best friend, Jane. Panic flooded my body as I shoved myself through the shocked onlookers as Talia took on their men with Jane caught in the middle. What was that bloody girl thinking and why was she here? I managed to make it to the front when I heard Jane scream out in pain and saw just in time when Talia broke out of the two warrior wolves hold, making them stumble backwards. My heart stuttered when Talia started to jerk, and I knew that Nera was close to taking control and I couldn’t let that happen. Not here. I ran forward and commanded in my alpha voice: “STOP.” My single command echoed in the circle around us, and everyone fell silent. “That’s enough!” I spoke up, still in my alpha voice and glared in everyone in turn. Talia looked at me as her eyes shifted from yellow to blue and her eyes darted back to Jane. Or more like at the young man that was still holding on to Jane. I knew I had to get Talia’s attention before she does something she’ll regret, which I doubted, but I had to try and defuse the situation. “Talia? Look at me.” I say but she doesn’t. Her eyes are still fixated on the boy but at least she stayed where she was when I commanded earlier. “NERA!” I growled and this seems to get her attention as her head whips to me with a glare. She might be stronger than me, but I was still her alpha. Her mother. I stepped closer slowly as I held her gaze and I was relieved to see her eyes were only yellow now which meant that she was getting herself under control, but I still needed Jane out of that boy’s hold otherwise her anger would just flare up again. *** Elaina was forced to leave her family while pregnant when a war between Vampires and Werewolves broke out. For years it was only her and her daughter and best friend Jack, not staying in one place to long and always on the move. Talia’s 18th birthday is coming closer and so does the risk of being found. Can Elaina keep her daughter safe, and will she be able to keep the secret that could cause another war outbreak or unite them?