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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 spear struck her square in the chest, driving the air from her lungs and sending her hurtling backward. She hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, her body sprawling against the now motionless ice.

Her vision swam as the cold spread through her limbs, and the frost that had consumed the hallway began to retreat, fading as her strength ebbed.

Florian stood over her, his silhouette framed by the jagged remnants of her ice. He tilted his head, his grin widening as he watched her struggle to breathe.

"Pathetic," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Lisbeth's fingers twitched weakly against the cold floor, but her strength was slipping away like water through cracks. She could only watch, helpless, as Florian strode towards the nearest window without so much as a backward glance.

The Abyss Stares Back