This is the story of the well-known, unfathomably sexy, yet dangerous and most dreaded killer alpha Brandon. Alpha Brandon led one of the biggest packs in Wisconsin and was feared even by his pack members. He was known as the rogue alpha for almost five years after he lost his pregnant Luna and their two-year-old son Jason in a failed assassination attempt on him by a neighbouring pack. He had spent a week in the hospital recovering after the car had overturned six times and broken both his femurs and five ribs and cra**ed his spine. He was lucky to have sustained no serious brain injuries and only punctured one lung. He was comatose for two weeks. His wife was both lucky and unlucky as she was impaled by a rod through the heart and died immediately, along with their unborn daughter. Their son was in ICU for a week fighting for his life, alone with none of his parents there to soothe him. His little heart and brain gave in a full week before Alpha Brandon woke up from his coma. When he woke up from his coma he felt an emptiness soo loud and sharp that he thought it would drown him whole and he could feel his sanity slowly slipping away. The bright hospital lights almost gave him a headache, and doctors quickly rushed in to do exams on him to make sure he was fine. When he realised he was in hospital he shot up searching around the room for his wife and child, and panicked immediately when he only saw Beta James looking at him like he has not slept or eaten in a month. James had lost all colour in his face and looked fragile. He looked at his alpha with an apologetic and broken fake smile. He had rehearsed multiple times how he would break the news of their loss to him, but now looking at his blue and brown eyes words failed him. What do you say to a man who has lost his entire world?