Submitting To My Hatred Or My Love
The one man Raven Blackwood swore to hate is the one the Moon Goddess bound her to.
Raven never needed an Alpha. She was strong enough, wild enough, and broken enough to survive on her own.
But when the mate bond ignites under the full moon, she finds herself chained to Ronan Duskbaneâthe ruthless Alpha accused of causing her fatherâs death.
He is dominance, danger, and desire wrapped in one. She is rebellion, fire, and fury. Together, they are a storm that could burn down the entire werewolf world.
Raven refuses to submit. Ronan refuses to let her go.
Between hatred and passion, between betrayal and fate, she must decide: will she surrender to her love⌠or to her hatred?
A dark werewolf romance filled with obsession, betrayal, and fated-mate tension. For readers who crave passion that hurts as much as it heals.
âHe is the Alpha I swore to hate⌠and the mate I canât resist.â
âBetween rage and desire, the bond will break me⌠or save me.â
âFate gave me a mate. I gave it my hatred.â
âHe killed my father. He owns my heart.â
âLove or hatredâone will consume me.â
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âYouâre mine, Raven.â
The Alphaâs voice was low, dangerous, a growl that vibrated through my bones. His hand pinned me against the cold stone wall, his silver eyes burning into mine. The mate bond pulsed between usâwild, relentless, merciless.
My wolf whimpered, begging me to submit.
My heart screamed to fight.
âYou killed my father,â I spat, forcing the words through clenched teeth. âI will never belong to you.â
Ronanâs jaw tightened, shadows flickering across his face. For a second, I thought I saw regret. Then it was gone, replaced by something far darker. Desire. Possession.
His thumb brushed my jaw, his touch both gentle and terrifying. âYou can hate me all you want, Raven. But fate doesnât care about your hatred. Youâre mine. Every breath. Every heartbeat.
Every inch of you belongs to me.â
I shoved against him, but it was useless. He was an Alpha. Strong. Unyielding. My body betrayed me, heat flooding through me at his nearness. I wanted to claw his chest open, and I wanted to feel his lips against mine.
The war between rage and desire tore me apart.
âIâd rather die than submit,â I hissed.
Ronan leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. A shiver raked down my spine.
âThen youâll die in my arms,â he whispered. âBecause I will never let you go.â