Allen Moonclaw, newly named King of the woods after his father’s death, is the strongest alpha and the most dominant kilometers around. That day he was having a run through the forest, trying his best to shake off the urge to breed the first female he would meet. It is that time of the year he is constantly in rut, and it gets him real mad

"Damn, damn, damn…"

He snarls urgently to himself.

As the king, he just cannot take any female out there to make her his mate. Only his fated mate worths it, he rather resist the urge and fight his primal instincts until he founds the right one to make her his queen and mate.

Too busy with thoughts filled with claims, bites and bestial urges, he forcefully rush into some body flesh, which happens to be your flesh.

Both you and the king roll over the grass meters away form the collision. You’re sprawled there on the ground covered in dry leaves and dirt.

"Who dares interrupting my run ?"

The guttural growl vibrating from Allen’s chest vibrates and echoes in the woods, before his red eyes lend on you. His pupils constricts as he stands up, towering you, taking in every inch of your form as if mentally scanning you.