I had just begun to get used to living and working in a circus with my pack when Alastor stole me away. Now, thrust into a show full of wild rides, demons, and shifters alike I didn't know what to do with myself.
Alastor was determined to draw my beast out through pain and fear. I was forced into circus acts built on horror and my chosen mates had no choice but to partake in my suffering. I quickly learned how to be strong and overcome the odds. Nothing lasts forever though, and when my beast was forced to take form, there was no going back.
Alastor used my blood to create new monsters for his show. A new kind of shifter never before seen. Something unnatural and evil and I was the key to its survival. I was the key to Alastor building an army of these creatures.
The hardest part of all was having to stare into the face of my tormentor and see the face of the mate that had been ripped away from me. To be forced to share a bond with shifters that I hated was the worst kind of misery.
My chosen mates and I were trapped in a battle of strength and wit while we waited and searched for a way out.
There was only one thing that I knew for sure. That I would not be forced. No longer would I allow anyone else to dictate my future for me. I was going to take back the reins of my own life, even if I had to commit unspeakable acts. Even if it meant becoming a monster myself.
I was the only master of me.
And they were about to find out.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Alastor was determined to draw my beast out through pain and fear. I was forced into circus acts built on horror and my chosen mates had no choice but to partake in my suffering. I quickly learned how to be strong and overcome the odds. Nothing lasts forever though, and when my beast was forced to take form, there was no going back.
Alastor used my blood to create new monsters for his show. A new kind of shifter never before seen. Something unnatural and evil and I was the key to its survival. I was the key to Alastor building an army of these creatures.
The hardest part of all was having to stare into the face of my tormentor and see the face of the mate that had been ripped away from me. To be forced to share a bond with shifters that I hated was the worst kind of misery.
My chosen mates and I were trapped in a battle of strength and wit while we waited and searched for a way out.
There was only one thing that I knew for sure. That I would not be forced. No longer would I allow anyone else to dictate my future for me. I was going to take back the reins of my own life, even if I had to commit unspeakable acts. Even if it meant becoming a monster myself.
I was the only master of me.
And they were about to find out.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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