"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

　　Almost to the dining room, I suddenly wrenched my hand from his. He turned around to stare at me with a raised brow. "What's that for?" His voice was deep and rough. 


　　I never intended on going anywhere with him or having our hands intertwined, all this was just to get to Sheila and nothing else. And since she is out of sight, I no longer see any reason to still hold hands with him and I also need to stick to the decision of leaving. 


　　"Look at me," he orders, his voice softened, I slowly lift my head to stare at him. "What was that for?" He asked, taking a few strides forward. Almost closer to me, I can feel his breath tickling me by the side of the face as he slowly lifts my chin with his index finger to keep my head steady. 


　　"I need to leave," I quickly said, backing away from him. He goes rigid, and I think I saw a wave of rage flashes through his eyes, making me regret what I just did. He steps forward, not leaving much space between us. 


CHAPTER 82 At the Right Time