Meeting my mate was the way most mates meet their mates. Nothing special.
It wasn't one where we had known each other for ages but he hated me because I was weak, and he had rejected me but later regretted it when I return from a year long holiday with another pack all hot and strong.
It wasn't one where we had a one night stand and I wake up to find him gone, only to see him four years later with our child hiding behind my leg.
It wasn't one where I had been abused from my pack for my entire life and when I finally have enough and run as far as I can, I meet my over protective alpha mate.
Sure, Leo was an Alpha. But I wasn't an omega. I was the daughter of two healers. He wasn't cold. I wasn't hated. He wasn't possessive. He wasn't a cocky, hot player who didn't want a mate. He wasn't cruel and he definitely didn't have a dark past.
He was perfect. And together, we were invincible. But then, we were apart. Kidnapped, beaten, tortured and raped. Endlessly for three years.
Then I return home. Expecting my Alpha the same way he was when I was taken. But now, he is broken. As I am.
Together we were invincible, apart we were broken.