"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

　　"You know I have thought how bad it is that my dear wife doesn't know what it feels like to have sex," he paused with a nasty smile. "And I will be a bad person if I keep ignoring her desires,"


　　"What nonsense are you talking about?" I am scared of the next word that he was going to say, he seemed to have evil plans not after having Fiona, Lila, and some young other girls all dressed in lingerie. My heart was racing fast.


　　"I noticed that slapping and torturing you now has no effect on you and I decided that a little play tonight won't hurt, right dear wife," he finishes the last statement with a wicked smile. My heart is going up and down in panic but I refuse to show my emotions.


　　"I have decided that tonight you will be a voyeurist," I felt my heart ripped apart at his word, what is he talking about?


　　"A voyeurism," I unbelievably repeat.


　　"Yes, you heard me, right," he spoke to me directly, not even caring to hide his remark since people are in here.


CHAPTER 39 Everything Hurts