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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

"Flo! Come here!" Riona's voice called to him, cutting through the haze like a distant melody. She extended her hand toward him, her smile as bright and warm as sunlight.

Florian blinked, dazed. He had to tilt his head back to see her. Why was she so big? Why did everything feel so… wrong?

Her hand was steady, waiting, and though a small voice in the back of his mind whispered for him to stay still, his body moved on its own. He took her hand.

The world shifted as she led him deeper into the garden. The trees loomed impossibly tall, their branches tangled with the sky. Bushes and flowers stretched toward him, vibrant and alive, brushing against him like they wanted him to remember.

Everything felt enormous, overwhelming, too much. The air smelled sweet, like something stolen from a dream.

It was that rare time—once every ten years—when life fought back against the cold, when the Kingdom of Eira warmed up just enough for the earth to breathe.

A Spear of Darkness