MINA. TR

Being a Blessed Omega; Alex is entangled in a dangerous game of fate when in a world where cruelty has decimated werewolf ranks.

Pursued by his Pack Alpha's formidable daughter, he seeks refuge with Alpha Celeste, unaware of the nightmare lurking beneath her calm facade. Celeste, a Devil Princess and Werewolf Alpha hybrid, holds Alex's omega in thrall, even as she grapples with the relentless pull of her own dark side and an unquenchable thirst for blood.

In a world descending into chaos, Alex is forced to confront his own nature, teetering on the edge between love and self-destruction. 

As Celeste draws him deeper into their dangerously forbidden bond, the shadow of madness looms ever closer. With every step, Alex inches toward a truth that demands a devastating sacrifice from him.

And in the final battle for their hearts and souls in finding their forever after, they are left to discover whether their love will lead them to eternal peace—or consume them entirely in its darkness when there isn't even a speck of hope alive.


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A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK:

"Be scared, my little love." She whispered intimidatingly while her lips touched his clammy neck before she purred darkly, "Cause' you're mine."

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Magic Under Darkness

In the intimate hush of their shared space, the only sound that dared to break through was the relentless drumming of rain against the windowpanes. It echoed the unspoken tension between them, a familiar chill settling in the air like an unwelcome guest. Alex's hands moved methodically, applying soothing cream to wounds that stubbornly refused to cease their trickles of blood. Yet, despite the palpable discomfort, there was a strange comfort in their silent exchange. 


A flicker of relief danced across Alex's features as he surveyed his handiwork, noting with satisfaction the dwindling patches of unattended skin on his Alpha's back. Concern etched lines of worry into his brow as he observed Celeste's bare shoulders, a slight tremor betraying her otherwise composed facade. "Celeste, are you cold?" he ventured softly, his voice laced with genuine worry as he stated, "You're shaking." 


Claim On The Soul