K.K.S

"I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off.
Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed.
I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched.
I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her.
And what I want. I get.
Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming.
She'll learn the way of things. One way or another."

"This Is A Story Related To Another Werewolf Series, The Pack's Girl.
The Prequel: Managing Mages
He came into our village like a shadow.
A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name.
Leaving wreckage in his wake.
But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise.
As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience.
Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand.
His power is an all-consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it."

I had been nearly dead, covered in blood and unable to remember anything other than I was scared.
I remembered making it to the Asara Territory wall, half-starved. Jaecar, a Border Guard had found me and been kind enough to guide me into the Territory and to help me evade some of the more dangerous males of our pack... At least for a while.
But the Hayden brothers had caught my scent. Three fierce males that took me hunting and made me leave me hut.
Three males that soon took me for their own under the Mating Moon. Forcefully breeding me before marking me as theirs.
But something had changed for me. I'd had my first memory.
Since then, more had come.
And I'd begun forming an idea. An idea which will require the help of my three mates.
A plan to rain retribution on those that had forced me bloody into the woods and killed those I loved.
And I had three dangerous males at my disposal.