I escaped from paradise. Why? It was really hell in disguise. * It's been three years since Laila was chosen to be claimed by Izaiah. Three long years since she's been on the run. Three spiteful years that have left a bad taste in Izaiah's mouth. He's played nice far too long, he will have his chosen and she will submit. * He built me from the ground up to craft me into society's outcast, now he wants me. Pardon me if I don't condone his illicit ways. Izaiah may be the future of his people, but I will not be his Queen. I've been a silent shadow keeping my peace, but a tormenting thought haunts me; to kill an Alpha, what would that truly take?