Alianne Donnelly

“Dawn.The transformation is gruesome and brings me to my feet. My legs nearly buckle, but I stumble to the doorway, terrified for the man-beast in the destroyed room.He screams and roars, shaking with pain, and grief, and such horrible shame. My heart bleeds, weeping for him. I fall to my knees, helpless to do anything but watch.When it is finally, blessedly over, my Beast bows his head, looking utterly exhausted. His rumbling breaths are a comfort like nothing I’ve ever known.I cannot give up on the monster of a man. For this gentle, tormented Beast, I must fight on. I must find a way to free him.”

“Dark golden strands of hair fall over the face of a fallen angel. Strong jaw, proud nose, dark brows and a hard, twisted mouth. But his eyes… They aren’t what I expected to see. They areempty. Cold. Eyes of a true monster.Promise me.I promised. And I can see it now. This is not my Beast.He sneers. “You’re no savior. I know exactly what you are. You’re the bitch that thinks tobanish me. From my own house, no less. Harridan,” he accuses, his fury rising with each word.My Beast could never be so cruel. “Trespasser. Interloper. Whore!” No, this is not my Beast.But this was my Beast.Before he became cursed.”