"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

　　Everything happened in a flash, I found myself trapped to the ground by the warriors with Kian forcing a bitter liquid down my throat. I struggled and screamed to be set free as the liquid burned down my throat but instead, their grip on me tightened.


　　I was trembling hard, my body shaking like I was been placed inside a burning lava. I pleaded to be set free; to be released but every plea falls on deaf ears.


　　After he was sure that I might have gulped down every content on that cup, he pulled away and by then the full moon had disappeared. My helpless body falls on the dirt sand that only my silent tears can be heard.


　　"Take her to the penitentiary," he instructed the warriors who instantly dragged me inside the pack house toward the hallway and then before throwing me into the dark penitentiary and slamming the iron door damn closed.


　　My body hits on the rough, cold floor. I held onto my clothes as I noticed that everywhere was coated in darkness.


CHAPTER 29 Pain