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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

Riona dodged—but not fast enough, because of course, dramatic timing demanded she get stabbed just a little. The knife sank into her shoulder blade, prompting a chorus of shocked gasps as the attacker popped out of nowhere.

Thorin lunged forward to protect her, but Riona was already in full defensive mode. With one hand, she grabbed the assailant by the throat like she was plucking a particularly annoying weed.

Then, in one move, she hurled him to the ground, face-first into the dirt. "Who the hell are you? And why—"

Before she could finish, her vision blurred, and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The assailant scrambled to recover, clearly prepared to make another move, but Thorin was already on him. With a speed born of rage, Thorin tackled the man to the ground and pinned him down effortlessly.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Who Even Are You?