Bella Moondragon

Vampires and wolf shifters don't mix--or do they?
Emory
I was born to be the Alpha of my pack, my father's first born daughter. But now... I am here, in the castle of our greatest enemy, the Vampire King. I should hate Kane Alexander, but the more time I spend with him, the more I long for him in ways I cannot understand. I am not here to be his lover, though. I am here to be his feeder, to satisfy his hunger, his thirst for blood. But even before his lips graze my skin the first time, I know I would give myself to him in every way imaginable if only he should ask.
Kane
I long to taste the wolf shifter, but not her blood, her body... her essence. I want her in every way imaginable. But I'm already betrothed to marry another blood-born vampire, and if I call that off, I will have resigned my kingdom to yet another war. There has to be a way to keep Emory Moonraker as my feeder but not claim her in my bed. I just haven't figured it out yet, and every time I look into her jade green eyes, I forget everything and everyone but her. But I have enemies, and every moment she spends here in my home, Castle Graystone, she's in danger. I can protect her, but at what cost? Am I willing to risk everything to make her mine? Or should I put my duty to my kingdom first?
The Vampire King's Feeder is a romance with vampires and wolf shifters from the writer of The Alpha King's Breeder series. It is for mature readers only

The Vampire King's Feeder

I’ve hunted lots of times either with my pack or alone. As a wolf shifter, it’s in my blood to do so. The selection of prey in Moon Grove is limited to small and mid-size prey. The largest thing I’ve hunted with my pack is a wild boar which is a rare occasion considering how tricky they can be to tussle with. On my own, I’ve mostly hunted rabbits and squirrels. 


‘What are we hunting? I ask through the mind-link. 


Gerald and the other men stop, and I almost bump into Scott. I turn to Lydia in confusion, and she nods toward her grandfather. 


‘It’s a stag,’ Gerald hisses before breaking into a run. 


We follow him with no hesitation. Despite never visiting this particular forest before, I’m familiar with this kind of terrain, and I jump over tree roots and duck underneath low branches. I’m fast, but Lydia is stealthy, slipping down narrow paths and easily overtaking the men until she’s running beside Gerald. 


At First Blood