Prologue
173 Words
"Reject me," She whispered, soft sobs escaping her mouth.
"If I wanted to reject you, I wouldn't have marked you," He scoffed before slamming the door shut, leaving her to wallow in her sorrows and in a stolen dream’s loss.
Lysander Tryst Black knows no limits to torture, pain or agony. The dark world he created threatens so many people, the monster he has become made so many fates ill. When it comes time for his own mate's fate, she gets the worst of it. Avery Shilstone always wanted a mate, to get out of her pack and go somewhere far away, they say be careful what you wish for. She got a mate who took her far away from her pack to a place which was worse, bonded to a person whose going to make all the pain befall her.
Love is a little spark that could turn into a fire but how do you create a spark in a stone cold heart? Screw that, with a person who has NO heart?
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