The Alpha's Exiled Mate

After returning from three years of exile, I had fallen from prominent heiress to despised outcast. I traded my birthright for tips and endured the touch of strangers' hands against my skin, all to survive—all to find my family. One night, a disgusting drunk wolf cornered me in a filthy alley, his intentions clear: "Just one night with me, and I can get you a decent job." As I hesitated, he appeared. Thorne Grey—the youngest Alpha in Grey Moon Pack history, the ruthless high judge, the bastard who had banished me with a single decree. His scent hit me like a drug—mint and steel, dominance and uncontrollable hunger. His hands locked around my waist, his cool lips pressed against my neck, and his voice in my ear was pure sin: "Freya... I can give you everything you've lost, everything you crave. You need only come to me, seduce me, destroy me as I destroyed you."