Marked By the Alpha

Fated mates existed.

I knew they did. As an omega, I should’ve been protected from the horrors that the Alpha’s did to me. Instead, they put me on display and used me like a rag-doll. Scars ripped through my face, and wouldn’t heal, leaving me a broken shell of a man.

I never thought I’d escape or be seen as anything more than a toy. But the Shadowhelm pack took me in and things were about to change.