Alpha Daryl

Ashley, an 18-year-old slave to the brutal Black Nights pack, makes a desperate run for freedom, escaping years of abuse and torture. Branded and broken, she stumbles upon a powerful stranger, Daryl Lycan, whose very presence ignites a forgotten part of her soul. But as Daryl claims her as his mate and whisks her away to his own pack, Ashley must confront not only her traumatic past but also a shocking truth about her identity that could shatter her world and plunge her into a destiny she never imagined. Can she trust the Alpha who both saves and binds her, and embrace a future far grander and more perilous than she ever dreamed?

Alpha Daryl

Ashley, an 18-year-old slave to the brutal Black Nights pack, makes a desperate run for freedom, escaping years of abuse and torture. Branded and broken, she stumbles upon a powerful stranger, Daryl Lycan, whose very presence ignites a forgotten part of her soul. But as Daryl claims her as his mate and whisks her away to his own pack, Ashley must confront not only her traumatic past but also a shocking truth about her identity that could shatter her world and plunge her into a destiny she never imagined. Can she trust the Alpha who both saves and binds her, and embrace a future far grander and more perilous than she ever dreamed?

The air was thick with the scent of pine and desperation. My lungs burned, each gasping breath a ragged testament to the hell I was leaving behind. Eighteen years. Eighteen years a slave to the Black Nights pack, and today, for the first time, I was running.

"Come back here, bitch!" Hayden’s voice, sharp with venom, cut through the rustling leaves behind me. His cronies weren’t far, their heavy footsteps pounding the earth like a drumbeat of my impending doom. They’d just branded me, a fresh scar on my already marred skin, and that was it. No more.

I didn’t dare look back, my legs churning through the underbrush, tripping over roots and rocks. "Come on, Ashley," I whispered, a desperate plea to my weakening limbs. The thought of being dragged back, of the endless beatings and sleepless nights, fueled a desperate surge of adrenaline. I wasn’t like the others; they treated me worse than dirt, a plaything for the pack. But not anymore. Not ever again.