merakifiction

“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

Lady Maris gently pushed the door open and stepped into the chamber, her breath catching as she surveyed the scene before her. The recent spell seemed to have held—either that or the demon had decided to rest for a while.

The room was in disarray, just as Lisbeth had described. The once-pristine space now looked like a battleground, scattered with shards of broken items and fragments of shattered glass.

In the far corner, Florian huddled against the cold floor, curled into himself like a fragile, broken thing. His body trembled from the chill, his skin pale from both exhaustion and neglect. He wasn't even wearing a proper coat, and the fireplace stood dark and cold.

Lady Maris's heart broke at the sight. She approached him cautiously. As she crouched beside him, she gently lifted his arm, her fingers trembling as they traced the deep, jagged marks on his skin. Some of the wounds were so severe, they could have easily claimed his life.

A Hero’s Call