His pack systemically murdered mine, until I’m the last Omega left. Mine returned the favor until he’s the last Alpha of his line.
I can’t want him, but I do. Each time he touches me, I crave a thousand more. He’s poison, lethal and dangerous, but he might just be the cure I need.
They say when you pursue the path of vengeance, you dig two graves, but we’re tired of digging. Chains forged in blood and violence bound us, shaped us, but I won’t let hate define us.
Both packs are gone. Killed each other in war. All that's left is Chase and Micah. They feel the pull to be mates, but can't believe it would work. They agree to meet a year later to see if they feel the same. With both their packs gone this is bittersweet, but now they are free to travel and find a new home....together.
The concept isn't bad but this story is in dire need of an editor, spelling errors abound through the entire thing. I also feel like the character development needs some help. Neither main character connected with me.