"Kiss me back," he demands, crashing his lips on mine while squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples.

"I... I can't... I already have a mate!" a throaty sound involuntarily escaped from my lips as I uttered.

In the aftermath of a devastating tragedy that nearly destroys the Clawson pack, Rhea is forced to take on the mantle of Alpha and revive the struggling pack. When Kian, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, claims that they are fated mates, Rhea is cautiously hopeful, but her lack of a wolf leaves her uncertain.
Despite her reservations, Rhea is moved by Kian's offer of assistance to her struggling pack. However, everything takes a dark turn when Rhea discovers that Kian has only married her as part of a scheme to seek revenge against her family.

As Kian's cruelty and infidelity become increasingly unbearable, a powerful and enigmatic King Daemon, the Alpha of the Thorn pack breaks into her life, who shows interest in her. Despite her initial reluctance, Rhea feels an undeniable pull towards Daemon, causing her to confront a difficult choice between the security of her pack and the potential for a passionate love.

Which will Rhea choose: to follow her heart or her duty?

The Lycan King's Broken Luna

　　The night stretches so fast, sitting in front of my window with a glass of wine in my hands I stared out to the sky.


　　For some odd feelings, I feel so excited about tomorrow and so eager to see the morning sun. I specifically choose those foods because of one person in my mind, King Daemon.


　　I was still in my thoughts when the door to my room was suddenly smashed open against the wall, jerking up and turning around to look at the intruder.


　　My heart flips up fearfully at the man standing in front of me, Kian, my husband. I wonder what could have inflicted him this much.


　　Kian is fuming furiously, his chest going up and down in anger, causing fear and panic to overwhelm me.


　　"K... K... i an," the words stammered against my lips.


　　I swallowed hard as I noticed his face darkened, he stepped forward, taking a few conscious steps toward me.


CHAPTER 17 Your Women