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

(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)


I looked up at Jax, my body thrumming with anticipation. His eyes were dark with possessiveness, jealousy radiating off him in delicious waves. 


This was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.


Being worshipped gets boring after a few centuries. Men trembling at my feet, afraid to touch me wrong, treating me like I might shatter or smite them. The truth was much simpler – I wanted to be handled roughly. To be taken without reverence.


And Jax was perfect for the job. An alpha wolf with enough pride and jealousy to overcome his fear of what I am.


"I had to clean your dirty mouth first," he growled, his hand still tight in my hair.


I tilted my head back against his grip, feeling the sting of my scalp. "You think my mouth is clean now?" I taunted. "One little rinse and you think Silas is gone?"


Chapter 131 - A Goddess's Filthy Demand