Lenaleia

For six years, I was Hazel, girlfriend to the future Alpha, Julian. I thought we had forever, a cherished place in our werewolf pack, even as a human. Then Mate Hunt night ripped it all away. I woke up lost in the forest, only to find Julian with her – his true fated mate. His words hit harder than the forest floor: I was just a 'placeholder.' Six years together, and he tossed me aside, his fingers bruising my throat as he growled that I meant nothing. My world, my heart – shattered.

Left for dead, freezing and injured, a different kind of predator found me. A colossal black wolf, eyes glowing gold, big enough to swallow me whole. But instead of tearing me apart, he curled around me, a warm, terrifying shield against the biting cold. For a moment, I felt safe.

That safety vanished when my pack, my family, found us. The Alpha who raised me, Maxen, didn't see a survivor. He saw a disappointment. Turns out, he’d only taken me in hoping I’d magically become a werewolf like my mother – the fated mate who’d rejected him. When I couldn't shift, he cast me out, branding me an omega, the pack’s punching bag.

Now, I'm less than nothing, surviving on scraps and enduring their cruelty. What they don't know, what I don't know, is that my monstrous protector is no ordinary rogue. He's Lykos, the wolf of Kael, the Lycan King. And Lykos has decided I am his fated mate – a human. Kael is furious, but his wolf has a will of its own, dragging the King himself towards my abusive pack.

My old life is over. My only ally is a creature of legend. And the most feared Lycan in existence is on his way. Is he coming to save me, or is the King's arrival just another nightmare waiting to begin?

A King’s Curse, A Wolf’s Claim

"Hazel, get away from the window!" Sera's voice cut through my thoughts like a knife.


I jumped back from the small RV window, heart hammering against my ribs. Through the glass, I'd been watching the tense exchange between Kael and his beta. Something about their body language made my stomach twist with anxiety.


"What's happening out there?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.


Sera rushed to my side, pushing me further from the window. "Nothing good. The Lycan King's about to have a tantrum."


As if on cue, a heavy pressure descended on the camper. It was like the air itself had turned solid, pressing against my skin, my lungs. I gasped, struggling to breathe.


"Dominance display," Sera muttered, her expression darkening. "And he's not holding back."


Outside, shadowy figures dropped to their knees one by one. The pressure increased, making my head spin. My knees buckled, and I grabbed the counter for support.


Chapter 55 - A Feral Embrace