Rogue

I was perfectly content living my life in the neutral zone. Was it dangerous? Yes. Was I starving? Sometimes. But it was my choice. That is until the night I crossed the border into werewolf territory. Ten years ago, the world found out that werewolves existed. This started a war that the humans did not win. It ended with the country divided; the human territory, the werewolf territory, and the neutral zone.

Unfortunately, crossing the border had consequences. Like becoming their prisoner. But even that was still salvageable. I was less than 200 miles from the border to the neutral zone. I could have escaped had it not been for him.

He was the Alpha who ended the war. He was considered a God among the werewolves. And he had claimed me as his mate. By doing so, he'd put a target on my back, making my chance of escape that much harder.