"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 slammed the door forcefully against the wall, causing everyone in the room to turn their heads toward me. They trembled upon catching sight of my intense and fearsome expression.


　　Instantly, every person in the room stood up and bowed subserviently. It was a reaction I had grown accustomed to over time. My mere presence seemed to instill fear in people, and when I was angry, it was even more palpable. I didn't fault them for their reactions; it was just the effect I had on others.


　　"Leave," I commanded, and without hesitation, every soul in the server room scrambled out, except for Sam, who remained engrossed in his work, and focused on the computer in front of him.


　　Striding inside, my eye keeps flickering at the computers mounted at every corner of the room. "Any news, yet,"


　　"Nothing interesting yet," Sam retorted.


CHAPTER 45 Violence is not the Right Way