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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 Pact with Darkness

Emmanuelle had never heard of dark magic before. In her mind, such forbidden sorcery was the stuff of human folklore, not something that existed among vampires. So when the shaman mentioned it, she nearly laughed out loud. It seemed absurd.

But Queen Isolde took it seriously—far too seriously. Her eyes widened with desperation. "Tell me more about this... forbidden magic," she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

The shaman, a woman well into her nineties, was draped in vibrant, mismatched fabrics from head to toe. She gave a slow, chilling grin—small, but enough for Emmanuelle to notice from across the room.

Emmanuelle stepped forward, her voice sharp with authority. "Hey! What are you plotting? You do realize you're speaking to the nation's queen, right? If you try anything foolish, I can have you beheaded right here and now."