"I'll ruin you till there's nothing left to give."
Every member of the lupine Realm lost his sanity after few centuries of living without a mate. King Sinclair de Noir was resigned to a life in the wild, mateless and alone. Till he finds out that the girl he's been torturing in his dungeons is his mate.

"I'm not weak. I won't let you break me."
Vannie Alba is vengeful. The King may have killed her family and captured her for torture, but by the goddess, she'll make him pay, eye for eye. Even if he tells her now that they are mates and acts like he has changed, she will never forgive him.

"My kingdom for a kiss."
Their relationship is doomed from the start because of an ancient prophecy. Now, the tortured Alpha has to prove to his mate that he's worthy of her love, no matter how impossible it seems. Can he win her heart before it's too late?
The Werewolf King's Mate is created by Temple Alli, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Werewolf King's Mate

She began to tremble lightly as he stroked the side of her neck with his nose. "How can you smell this way and expect me to stay away? How can you let me have a taste and then shut me out?"


The image came unbidden again, Sinclair on his knees, head locked between her legs by her own hands, lapping at her like he'd evaporate if his tongue stopped its movement.


Before she could help herself, she was leaning into him, wanting his lips on her skin. Her mind shut down, and all she could remember was that he was touching her, and somehow, a part of her had been craving this since the last time he'd done it.


Somehow sensing what she needed, his lips followed the same trail his nose went, and when his tongue darted out to suckle on the thin skin, she moaned.


It was loud and embarrassingly drawn out, and it slammed her back to reality. She dashed away from him, eyes scrambling around. Gasping, she whispered, "Let me leave."


Chapter 33 : Do Unto Others