Warning!!!!! -There are lots of explicit contents in this book. -R-18 The most dreadful wolf, the name Alaric had been heard by a lot but seen by few, appeared only when he would strike and was every wolf's nightmare. Different wolves would constantly pray to never cross paths with the ferocious son of a devil. Lenora Hunter was marked the weakest wolf in the Serene pack but never let it get to her until she was rejected by her only hope. The cruel Alaric made an appearance to the Serene pack in order to take over the pack but what could be his true intentions? Will Lenora being the weakest wolf be able to survive in the hands of the most ferocious wolf? or will she be an exemption to his malevolent ways?

A tall.. super handsome guy stands by the door... his hazel green eyes staring into mine like he's trying to find my soul. My eyes moved to his lips and I subconsciously bite my lower lip.. I suddenly feel like crashing my lips on his.. I feel myself being drawn to him. I can hear my heart beating fast... it's just like I fell in love with him at first sight.. this is the first time I'm feeling this way. Then I heard him utter a word. "Mate" ************************* She's a girl who lost her parents to the rogues attack and was left with ger two elder brothers who decided to change her environment for fear of being hunted again. Stacey got into a new school. She was treated bad for not being a werewolf. But everything changed when it happens that she's the Alpha's mate. Will she agree to be his mate after her parents were killed by creatures like him?

He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered into his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening and mind-numbing. "You should be running, Zera." he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me." "I don't want to run." I stubborn stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too. His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."