Claimed by the scarred Alpha

Seven years ago, Margaux stood outside a cell and told a boy she cared about that she rejected him.

She did it because she was scared. Because her family asked her to. Because the pack came first, and she was just a girl who wasn't supposed to matter.

She spent seven years believing he was dead.

He spent seven years making sure she would never see him coming.

Now she's his wife, wearing red at his altar, and the man behind the mask is not a stranger.

He never forgot her. And Goddess help her — neither would she.