Alpha Daryl

On her eighteenth birthday, slave to the Black Night pack Ashley makes a run for it, trying to escape a life of torment and abuse she runs into Daryl.Daryl happens to be the Alpha of Crescent pack and Ashley's mate, something she least expected and whilst their relationship does not get off to the best of starts, they discover that Ashley is the missing Royal. Whilst Ashley starts to learn about her life and what the Royal symbol means, Alpha Daryl's past starts to catch up with him creating a challenging time along the way.

1. Run

I definitely did not think this through as I ran into the woods, the Alpha’s son Hayden and his cronies hot on my tail, inches away from grabbing me and dragging me back to that hell hole. I had been living as a slave to the Black nights pack for as long as I could remember and I had enough scars and bruises to prove it but today was different, today I was eighteen and I was running away, I didn’t care if I had to be a rogue for the rest of my life but they were never abusing me again not after they just branded me.

There was a single moment and I took it, now I was running for my life.

“Come back here bitch” I heard Hayden’s words ring out behind me.

“We will get her. Hey stupid wolf, come here”

I do not dare to look back as I continue to run, but my legs were starting to tire, stumbling and tripping over fallen twigs and rocks as I moved

“Come on Ashley” I tell myself and just the very thought of being dragged back to Black Nights pack fuelled me on. Stupidly glancing back I could see Hayden had shifted, shit, he would most definitely get me now.

The beatings, the sleepless nights, the never knowing what was coming each and every day kept me going. I wasn't like the other slaves, the others got to have down time and were treated more kindly but me, well, for some reason they treated me worse than something they had trod in. I was the packs play thing and they all enjoyed it.

The scent hit me hard, a deep earthy smell and for the first time in a long time I felt my wolf stir

Mate she whimpers very quietly and my body does something weird, it changes direction on its own and propels itself through the forest and out on to a road, where a man is stood leaning against his motorbike, dark hair hanging to his shoulders with dark eyes to match, a biker jacket with a patch that I cannot read.

He looks at me, but does nothing, probably surprised that I am just standing in the middle of the road in an oversized tshirt that was full of holes and filthy, just as filthy as the rest of me.

Mate!!! my wolf sounds more