The Rogue Alpha, far more powerful than his name suggested to most werewolves, was feared for good reason. He was ruthless, calculating, and power hungry. He was untroubled by emotion, there was a potion he took for that. Combined with vodka, it was the perfect recipe for not giving a single flying fuck about anything.
Ever since the case of mistaken identity many years ago he had waited for his mate to make good on her promise. Only by becoming the most powerful werewolf to walk the earth could he achieve his ultimate goal. He wanted to reclaim his title as Alpha of Snow Moon, the pack that had shunned him when he was too young to understand why. If he took Lucky as his mate, even if only to mark her and get her mark, he would gain access to powers he could only imagine, and according to the prophecy, he would some day be Alpha King.
