Palos Verdes

Scarlet's world came crashing down when the man she loved, tore her apart with his betrayal and cruelty. His lies are still fresh in my mind, a continual reminder of the evenings he sapped her abilities and gave them to his mistress, Beatrice. The agony of being abandoned and broken haunts her every step as she flees her pack, driven by a fervent desire to make him pay for his treachery. Roaming like a rogue, Scarlet saves a mysterious black wolf from a deadly wolfsbane dagger, she unwittingly rescues Alpha Amarok, the powerful and brooding lycan king. With a dark past and a heart of stone, Amarok doesn't believe in love - until Scarlet. Can Scarlet tame his fierce heart, and will Amarok's pack accept her as their new queen? With every breath, they're forced to confront the evil that has haunted them. Will their love be enough to heal the scars of their past, or will the shadows consume them whole?

“Beautiful,” he spoke softly into the silence, his voice deeper than usual. “Al-Alpha Xavier? I stuttered out not knowing what to do. This wasn’t what I expected. "Zion, not Xavier,” he said, his stance still not completely broken. He was looking at me as if mesmerizing my every single detail. Like I’m his most precious possession. I shuffled under his intense gaze. “Zion loves mate, mate is beautiful,” his eyes glowing. He was still hugging me close to his body. His eyes went towards my wound, and it darkened. “Mate is hurt? Mats is in pain,” he panicked, seeing my wound. He took my arm, and licked it. “I’m fin…, Just as I was saying, I was fine, I heard a tearing sound. He tore his shirt and tied it around my wound. My heart swelled, seeing my mate care for me. I've always seen him caring for Jessica but today, his caring nature towards me, I couldn’t controlled my tears. They were flowing freely from my eyes. A sob racked through my body, this caught my mate’s attention, who was glaring at the wound as if threatening it to heal quickly. Cupping my face, looked at me worriedly, tears brimmed his eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore and hugged him tightly. I cried on his shoulder. He was rubbing my back gently. I cried for his love, for being deplorable. I cried my heart out.