"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

　　Looking at him for a while, I sighed and walked over to my dressing table acting like he wasn't there and as well ignoring his glares.


　　His penetrating glares were roving aimlessly behind my back, brushing it off I shrugged and I pulled out the hairpin that Mercy used to hold my hair earlier allowing my hair to fall on my face.


　　I was about to remove my clothes when suddenly his impending voice loomed around the room, "Where are you coming from?" 


　　Dropping the hairpin on the table, I turned to face him. "Excuse me," I scowled. 


　　"I demand! Where are you coming from?" His brow curled up in a rage.


　　"The party of course, or do you have me go anywhere else other than the party?" I raised a brow at him and that seemed to have infuriated him more.


　　He forcefully pushed the stool to the floor and stood up from the bed matching toward me. His face hardened and his lips were pressed up in a scowl. 


CHAPTER 56 Lost Consciousness