KazTheWriter

In a world where female werewolves are extinct, Luna is nothing more than a rare prize—one meant to be owned, controlled, and bred. Sold to the strongest werewolf pack, she is treated like a fragile, helpless lamb, a possession with no will of her own. They expect her to submit, to fear them, to accept her fate.

But beneath her trembling hands and tearful eyes lies something far more dangerous than they could ever predict. Trapped in a den of beasts, Luna learns their weaknesses—their greed, their hatred for one another, their desperation for power. If she is to survive, she must play her role well. She must let them think she is weak, let them believe they hold all the control.

And then, she will seduce them—one by one.

Who knew seduction could be such a deadly tool?

Amongst The Alpha Wolves, The Lamb Strikes Back.

The moment all six of them stepped into the council room, Luna was immediately assaulted by a suffocating wall of scent.

It clung to her senses—the overpowering stench of blood, sweat, and musk. The reek of power, of hierarchy, of hunger. Werewolves of all strengths filled the room, and each of them left behind a scent trail like territorial marks in the air. Some scents were sharp and metallic, others heavy and sour, muddled by something Luna couldn't even name.

'Is this what it's like to breathe among predators?' she wondered, trying not to wrinkle her nose.

At the far end of the massive hall, seated upon a raised platform adorned with furs and carved stone, sat the Chief—Tyrnhael.

'Formal Introduction.'