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

I sat on a wooden bench outside Sera's ridiculous camper, my patience wearing thinner with each passing minute. The witch had essentially kicked me out of my own mate's presence, and I was not accustomed to being denied anything—let alone access to what was rightfully mine.


My wolf paced restlessly inside me, clawing at my consciousness with mounting frustration. 


*She is OURS,* Lykos growled. *We should break down that door.*


"And then what?" I muttered under my breath, earning concerned glances from the warriors stationed around me. "She'll hate us even more."


The night air was cool against my skin, carrying a multitude of scents: pine trees, smoke from distant campfires, the lingering aroma of fried food from the campground's small restaurant. But one scent was conspicuously missing—Sera's. That witch had somehow managed to make herself unreadable, even to me. Her scent was slippery, impossible to identify or categorize.


Chapter 53 - A King's Authority Challenged