He slaughtered my entire pack. Then he forced me to become a wet nurse for his newborn son. Alpha Raxus Blackmoon was a monster in a custom suit. He did not love me. He was only obsessed with me. Every touch was a humiliation. Every look was a deadly threat. "Feed my son or you will follow your pack to the grave." I chose a different path. I chose death. The car explosion burned everything to the ground. Everyone thought Amara Silvermane turned into ashes. Five years later. Raxus stood right in front of me. His pitch black eyes were red with fury and his Alpha aura was suffocating. He stared at the little boy hiding behind my legs. A boy with silver eyes who had the exact same face and dominant aura as him. "How dare you hide my son from me for five years Amara?" A deadly new game had just begun. Was this about twisted love or eternal captivity?