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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

Sir Roderick had been sneaking glances at Emperor Kaan ever since they left the Forest of the Strays, like a guilty child trying to avoid getting caught. Sitting across from the emperor, he was forced to face backward in the jolting, awkward carriage—a position that did absolutely nothing for his dignity.

"You've been staring at me like I owe you money, Roderick," Emperor Kaan said, still gazing out the window with an air of supreme indifference. His hands rested neatly on his knee, the very picture of royal grace—because apparently, even a rattling carriage couldn't shake his impeccable posture.

Sir Roderick bit his lower lip so hard he thought he might draw blood. He had replayed this scenario a thousand times in his head, each ending with one undeniable conclusion: Keep your mouth shut if you want to live.

The Spectator's Seat