I’ve been on the run for so long. Can’t remember the last time I slept in a bed that belonged to me. Had a phone that held contacts. Didn’t live out of a threadbare duffel bag.

I fell for the wrong alpha. I left him and now, true to his promise, I am paying the price for abandoning him.

Until one night, a car hits me as I cross the street.

With broken ribs and the taste of blood in my mouth, I hobble to the nearest place where I think i will be out of the way of prying eyes and any of my ex’s goons only to have someone come out and drag me from my hiding place.

An alpha who smells like whiskey and lemon. Except it is too late. I am too broken, and my ex won’t stop until I am dead.

The best thing for this man to do is leave me be, let me fall into the darkness in peace.