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Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate

“I'm on the hunt for someone special, someone who would howl at the full moon with me. And you, my dear, seem to check all the right boxes,” Thorin tried to seduce Riona with his mesmerizing gaze. “Not in this lifetime, not in any lifetime.” But Riona couldn’t stand the sight of that smug face. What did Thorin hope to gain from a fangless vampire who couldn’t even turn into a bat, anyway? There must be something seriously wrong with the brain of that infuriating Alpha werewolf. *** Since their parents died, Riona Kahler and her brother have been adopted by the King of Eira, who treats them more like overworked houseplants than a cherished family. As the only vampires in Eira without fangs, they're outcasts among their own kind, toothless and ridiculed. Riona's spirit remains unbroken until her brother falls ill due to the palace's cruelty. Determined to protect him, Riona vows to escape, but there's only one way to do that. Thorin Klein is one of the most famous Alpha werewolves, renowned not only for his charming looks but also for claiming the Alpha title at the tender age of thirteen. Despite his howling success, his mother’s powerful werewolf clan, the Klein, never acknowledged him because his father went rogue. Determined to prove his worth to the Klein clan, Thorin believes he has finally found a potential solution. Though Riona couldn’t stand being around Thorin for more than one second, Riona realizes that marriage is their only path to achieving their goals. It's a love story that bites and barks in all the right places. #werewolf #Alpha #vampire #fromslavetoqueen #enemiestolovers #strongFL #contractmarriage

merakifiction · Fantasy
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241 Chs

A Dangerous Lie

Emmanuelle's heart pounded as fear ran down her spine. The man standing before her was devastatingly beautiful, yet his presence held a power that made her tremble. 

How could someone so exquisite be so terrifying? The mix of fear and awe left her breathless, torn between dread and a strange exhilaration. 

If she had to die, perhaps there was some twisted beauty in his face being the last thing she saw.

She shook the thought away.

"Is that a no?" Sir Roderick's voice sliced through her momentary daze. "You're saying you had no part in the dark magic?"

It was a dangerous lie. If she hadn't been involved, how could she even know of its existence? Most would have been bewildered by the mere mention of such sorcery. 

But Emmanuelle hadn't flinched, hadn't shown a flicker of confusion. Her calm was unnerving.

"I know nothing about dark magic," she replied, her voice emotionless, cold—like reciting facts from a book, detached and clinical.