Who said a girl can’t be bad? Amira Eve of 21 is a Female Alpha (Luna) of no pack but a group of rogues and a fucking badass. Since Amira’s Father didn't want a girl and he was abusive to Tyler she was banished from her old pack WinderChasers taking Tyler with her to a group of rogues who took her in. She always saw them as her true pack and that's what she calls it. Amira has a 10-year-old brother Tyler who is battling for his life because of his weak heart that has been tormenting him from birth. While picking and saving the money for her brother's surgery Amira stumbles upon her mate Alpha Declan of the StormProwlers. Amira’s POV Suddenly I'm trapped between two solid walls. Though do walls breath. Then I realize that one of the supposed walls isn't a wall but a person? no. Werewolf? yes. Male? I take a strong whiff of my capture to not only uncover he's male but...he smells amazing. Lemongrass, chocolate, and peanut butter. I have this weird obsession with peanut butter. Finally getting my senses I'm enraged. Who the fuck does he think he is pushing me! Opening my eyes that I had no idea was shut I was lost for word as a gazed into the deepest hazelnut eyes. "W-who are y-you?" I manage to barely squeak out. WFT happened to my bad girlness god damn it. Too busy staring into his eyes I glance at his plump sweet lips moving. Processing his words, they ring in my ears. "My name is Declan, but you can call me mate, babe."...