Mated to the Alpha of the North

Willow Anders, a young werewolf, escapes a brutal attack on her family and flees to the Southern Province seeking refuge. But what she finds there is a new kind of torment under the cruel Alpha Zeke. Stripped of her freedom and enduring daily abuse, Willow clings to a faint hope of escape and the eventual discovery of her true mate. Meanwhile, Alpha Jax of the Northern Province arrives, determined to reclaim his sister and uncover the secrets lurking within Zeke's domain. Will Willow find her savior, or is she destined to remain a prisoner?

Mated to the Alpha of the North

Willow Anders, a young werewolf, escapes a brutal attack on her family and flees to the Southern Province seeking refuge. But what she finds there is a new kind of torment under the cruel Alpha Zeke. Stripped of her freedom and enduring daily abuse, Willow clings to a faint hope of escape and the eventual discovery of her true mate. Meanwhile, Alpha Jax of the Northern Province arrives, determined to reclaim his sister and uncover the secrets lurking within Zeke's domain. Will Willow find her savior, or is she destined to remain a prisoner?

The savory scent of roast wafted through the pack house, making my stomach rumble with a familiar ache. It had been days since I'd truly eaten, and the meager scraps I managed to sneak barely sustained me.

Alpha Zeke watched, his eyes gleaming with disdain, as I struggled to lift the heavy bucket of vegetables onto the counter. A simple task for any werewolf, yet my strength had dwindled under his relentless abuse. My wolf, once a vibrant presence, now felt like a distant whisper, fading with each passing day of near starvation and forced subservience.

His shadow fell over me, and I flinched, my body recoiling before my mind could even process the movement. It was a common occurrence, his looming presence a constant threat. Then came the familiar, repulsive touch – his hand clamping down on my wrist, a vise-like grip that would leave another bruise.

"You stupid bitch!" His voice boomed, followed by a searing pain as his palm connected with my face. I stumbled back, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He continued his tirade, his words a venomous stream, before stomping out, leaving me to gather the scattered vegetables, my world still reeling.