Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Love After Divorce
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
The CEO's Runaway Wife
"Alma…Alma!" Arthur shouted as he trudged back towards their picnic spot with an armful of freshly strawberries. Alma loved strawberries.
He didn’t get a response. Instead, a pungent metallic scent filled his nose as he broke through the brush. Something was wrong.
Then he saw it-- Alma's golden blonde hair streaked with blood and dirt and clear blue eyes staring into nothing greeted him. Her little hands still twitched as if her spirit had just left her body.
Somebody killed his little sister!
“No!——” Arthur roared in grief as he tightly held Alma's body, which was still warm. Who did this? Those damn rogues?
Since then, Lucas, his wolf, broke through some wall in his mind and blinded him.
When the darkness cleared, he was dizzy with the scent of blood. Someone was screaming as his claws and teeth tore into them. They ran, and he chased them with fury until he couldn’t any longer.
No one had seen the rogues that had killed Alma, but they remembered the way Arthur had lost control and attacked anyone who had come near him.
Crazy, they called him, and he agreed. He had enjoyed waking from his rage and realizing that he’d torn into several members of the pack. The blood had been warm, sticky, and exhilarating on his hands.
They declared Alma’s death an accident and stopped investigating it. Unofficially, they blamed him, and he did too. He should have been able to protect her. What use was all of his strength if he had failed to keep her safe? The scorn of the villagers was the least he deserved. The isolation had felt right.
Cursed by the moon goddess, I say!
The Alpha and the Luna, his parents, caged him. It had been his cell where every drop of blood inside was his own from struggling with his madness. Every blow from either of them had been like a lash of corporal punishment.
It had been ten years since Alma had been murdered when they kicked him out of the house because they could no longer cage or restrain him. He’d left without struggle and found a way to fend for himself in the village.
He was learning to live with his insanity and embrace it in some ways. Two days ago, Brown Valley held its annual mating ceremony. He had not been invited, nor was he interested in going even if he did not have a mate.
He was a madman, long forsaken by the moon goddess. He figured his night was better served hunting in the forest alone. After catching his dinner, he decided to sneak back into the Alpha’s house to find some wine to go with his dinner. Everyone should have been at the ceremony, yet the Alpha Haley, the Luna Irene, and Adam, their son, had been there.
Adam had been whining about being forced to choose a mate. Arthur had always thought he was a spoiled and entitled loser. Even though he was the son of the alpha, he had never even learned how to hunt on his own.
“Don’t be a child, Adam!” Irene shrieked. “That maniac is only getting stronger. It's just a matter of time before he kills everyone and takes over the pack!”
Arthur thought it was ridiculous. He had no interest in taking over the Brown Valley Pack.
Adam huffed, “Should have thought of that before agreeing to take them in.”
Arthur’s heart clenched. He and Alma were adopted? Thinking back, it should have made sense. Haley and Irene had never proclaimed to love him or show him an ounce of kindness. Their scorn rang the loudest among the villagers, but if they weren’t his parents, where were his parents? Were they alive?
“Why didn’t you just get rid of him?”