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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

"Please… just kill me." Florian's voice cracked—a broken plea escaped through the blood and mucus that drenched his face.

Lisbeth wrenched her hand from his grip, her strength barely holding against the desperation in his grasp. With one final pull, she broke free, stumbling backward as Florian collapsed onto the floor, wailing like a wounded animal.

She didn't look back. She couldn't. Her feet carried her out of the chamber, her heart pounding so loudly it seemed to echo in the silent northern tower.

As she slammed the door shut behind her, Lisbeth pressed her back against it, her chest heaving. Every breath felt sharp, ragged, as if her body was trying to keep pace with the chaos storming inside her mind.

She should leave. She had to leave. The northern tower was no place to linger. Yet her legs refused to obey, trembling beneath her until she slid to the cold stone floor.

A Kingdom on the Edge