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.

***

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.

#werewolf #Alpha #vampire #fromslavetoqueen #enemiestolovers #strongFL #contractmarriage

Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate

Used to fixing problems and cleaning up his master's messes, Sir Roderick rushed over to Riona, fully expecting some minor inconvenience to solve.

Of course, that's never how it works, is it? He tried holding her down to stop the seizure, but that went about as well as trying to stop a storm with a handkerchief. Desperately, he yanked the knife out and tossed it aside like it was a dirty sock.

Then came the fun part: sickly, dark pus bubbled from the knife. The smell was horrible, clawing at his nostrils. Then, the knife melted away as if ice had met an open flame.

"What in the world was that…?" Sir Roderick muttered, trying—unsuccessfully—to suppress the urge to vomit.

He'd seen a lot in his time serving the emperor and the previous emperor, including things that would make most people's stomachs revolt. Yet this… this was beyond anything in his considerable experience.

The Emperor Always Knows (Annoyingly)