webnovel

Her Alpha Mate's Brother

WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT They say when your true mate dies your heart shatters into a thousand pieces. You begin to wish that you had died with them and lose any hope of soldiering on. Amaya’s life was perfect, till she lost it all. She had the perfect mate in Jason Blake and she was loved by her family and her pack. Suddenly her life takes a turn for the worst when her father and Jason both die from a brutal attack on the original Werewolf packs. As the eldest child she takes over her father’s role as Alpha of the Shadows Pack, keeping them safe, making sure that they don’t lose more lives. Despite her strong façade Amaya carries a pain that no one can heal. At least that’s what she thinks until she meets Jonah Blake, younger brother to her first mate and newly minted Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. There is just one problem, Jonah is everything his brother is not. A bad boy and a playboy alpha who loves no one but himself. His brutal and possessive nature brought out by the same tragedy that broke Amaya. Is there any hope for them? Second chance mates don’t exist, or at least they were thought to be just myth and legends.

wounded_warrior · Fantasía
Sin suficientes valoraciones
78 Chs

JONAH

Jason POV

When we finally entered the territories of the Silver Moon Pack, I felt it. 

Ever since we were young both my brother, Jonah, and I had a deep connection to our land. It wasn't the kind where we couldn't function if we were too far away, it was something different.

We were both strong wolves because of our Original Alpha Genes, as a matter of fact I felt that only my new father-in-law could stand a chance to defeat either of us in combat.

'We have a father-in-law.' I told Hercules as I chuckled in my head and reached for where Amaya's mark was.

At first it was just a red blob, evidence of the puncture marks she left, but as it healed it was now and it had formed a crescent moon. What was once red now shined silver as the light passed it, an odd color I noticed this morning when I was looking at the mirror.

Most marks didn't shine, they were simply a color, usually something that related to the mate's pack.