"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

　　I woke up to the faint knock at my room door, Dawn was barely breaking outside through my window indicating that it was still early morning and I was still sprawled in my bed with my eyes looking puffy due to stress and lack of sleep.


　　I have been working effortlessly since my return from the Thorn Pack trying to shove what transpired there from my mind and most especially even though I didn't want to admit it... I am working tirelessly to shake Daemon's image and words out of my head that I barely eat again.


　　The sound across my room door pulled my attention back to reality, who could possibly be here by this time of the day?


　　"Luna, please open the door, the breakfast is ready," the ecstatic voice behind the locked doors causes me to jerk up from my bed. Like seriously, breakfast by this time of the day.


　　"Mercy," I scratched my head and grumbled in annoyance.


　　I yanked the duvet off me and scrambled out from the bed toward the door with a tiring sigh.


CHAPTER 47 The New Rules