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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
Not enough ratings
241 Chs

Caught in the Act

"Huh?"

Lisbeth's voice sounded so close, piercing through the tense silence that had gripped Riona. 

She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. At that moment, Thorin's rosy cheeks became insignificant. All she wanted for was a swift exit from this place.

"What is it, darling?" Lady Maris asked. Both her voice and the rustling of her dress drew nearer as she rose from her seat. 

"It appears the hanger bar has fallen. Did the servants move it by accident when they put back my dresses?" 

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll fetch someone to fix it for you," Lady Maris reassured Lisbeth. 

Before she could do that, however, a servant entered the room. "My Lady, His Majesty seeks your presence."

That voice must belong to one of Lady Maris's attendants. After a pause, she added, "Should I inform him you require more time with Her Highness?"