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“I'm on the hunt for someone special, someone who would howl at the full moon with me. And you, my dear, seem to check all the right boxes,” Thorin tried to seduce Riona with his mesmerizing gaze. 

“Not in this lifetime, not in any lifetime.” But Riona couldn’t stand the sight of that smug face. What did Thorin hope to gain from a fangless vampire who couldn’t even turn into a bat, anyway? There must be something seriously wrong with the brain of that infuriating Alpha werewolf.

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Since their parents died, Riona Kahler and her brother have been adopted by the King of Eira, who treats them more like overworked houseplants than a cherished family. As the only vampires in Eira without fangs, they're outcasts among their own kind, toothless and ridiculed. Riona's spirit remains unbroken until her brother falls ill due to the palace's cruelty. Determined to protect him, Riona vows to escape, but there's only one way to do that.

Thorin Klein is one of the most famous Alpha werewolves, renowned not only for his charming looks but also for claiming the Alpha title at the tender age of thirteen. Despite his howling success, his mother’s powerful werewolf clan, the Klein, never acknowledged him because his father went rogue. Determined to prove his worth to the Klein clan, Thorin believes he has finally found a potential solution.

Though Riona couldn’t stand being around Thorin for more than one second, Riona realizes that marriage is their only path to achieving their goals. It's a love story that bites and barks in all the right places.

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Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate

The bowl of blood rattled on the tray, her trembling hands barely able to keep it steady. She whipped around suddenly, searching the corridor—empty. Nothing but silence.

Her heart hammered in her chest. You're imagining things.

She tightened her grip on the tray, forcing herself to breathe. She'd been thinking about her fear too much, letting it poison her thoughts.

"Get a hold of yourself," she whispered under her breath, though her voice barely convinced her.

Clearing her throat, she knocked on the door, the sound sharp and unnaturally loud. "Flo, it's me," she called, though the name tasted strange on her tongue now.

Lisbeth reached into her pocket, fingers fumbling slightly as she drew out the heavy chain of keys. She slipped one into the lock, the metal scraping softly against the keyhole. Just as she turned the key, she felt it.

A shadow. Massive. It swept behind her, engulfing her vision like a black wave.

Chasing Shadows