"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

　　"Fuck!!" My fist pounded on my desk, meeting the eyes of Sam who was sitting on the couch beside me. 


　　I kept pacing around my office in a circle while pulling on my hair in frustration. Leaning forward, Sam raised a brow, "You know since I entered here, you have been saying fuck... Fuck, what's wrong?" 


　　"You know that you can still talk to me, bro,"


　　"Why is it hard to claim her?!" Sam's confusion deepened as he watched my face colored in rage.


　　"Claim who?" He asked, "Wait! Did you find your mate?" I can detect the joy in his voice.


　　"Yes," I mumbled, slowly turning to look at him.


　　"Wow!" He jumped up, giving me a brotherly hug. "I believe that calls for a celebration and not pulling on some stunt here," he taunts, stroking my shoulder but I remained on my spot anger eating me up within.


CHAPTER 43 We Need a Plan