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

"No more hiding," Kael whispered, his fingers hovering at the edge of my underwear. "Show me what I do to you."


My body trembled beneath him, caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. His touch burned like fire against my skin, making rational thought impossible. 


"I—I can't," I whispered, but my hips betrayed me, lifting slightly toward his hand.


His smile was predatory. "Your words say no, but your body begs for me."


He slipped his hand lower, fingers brushing against the dampness between my thighs. My back arched as a gasp escaped my lips.


"So wet already," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from every word. "All for me."


I turned my face away, cheeks burning with shame. How could I want this man? This monster who'd torn me from everything I knew?


Yet my body responded to him like a finely tuned instrument, singing under his expert touch.


"Look at me when I touch you," he commanded, his free hand gripping my chin.


Chapter 58 - The Cost of Ecstasy