Beauty and The Beta

Bailey, a bookish 'wallflower' in the Lotus Shadow Pack, finds her world shattered when the arrogant, soon-to-be Alpha Miles Davenport, her childhood friend and her brother's best friend, discovers she is his fated mate. His cruel rejection leaves her heartbroken, but also sparks a fierce determination to forge her own path away from the pack that scorns her. Now, three years later, Bailey returns home a changed woman—confident, educated, and ready to face the man who broke her. But the lingering connection and Miles's unexpected behavior threaten to unravel everything she's built, forcing her to confront a past she desperately wants to escape and a future intertwined with the very Alpha she despises.

Beauty and The Beta

Bailey, a bookish 'wallflower' in the Lotus Shadow Pack, finds her world shattered when the arrogant, soon-to-be Alpha Miles Davenport, her childhood friend and her brother's best friend, discovers she is his fated mate. His cruel rejection leaves her heartbroken, but also sparks a fierce determination to forge her own path away from the pack that scorns her. Now, three years later, Bailey returns home a changed woman—confident, educated, and ready to face the man who broke her. But the lingering connection and Miles's unexpected behavior threaten to unravel everything she's built, forcing her to confront a past she desperately wants to escape and a future intertwined with the very Alpha she despises.

The familiar, suffocating air of the packhouse settled around me as I stepped inside. It was Miles’s birthday again, a forced celebration for the future Alpha. I’d spent the last week carefully avoiding him, a strategic retreat into the quiet corners of my family home, armed with my laptop and a desperate search for escape routes.

Today, the sun had tricked me into believing I could work outside, the warmth a deceptive comfort. But then, the low, guttural growl, a sound I knew too well, ripped through the morning calm. Miles. Leaning over the garden fence, his blue eyes, dark with that familiar disdain, fixed on me. My stomach clenched. He’d found me.