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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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222 Chs

Feast of the Fallen

Riona was starting to get a crash course in reality. She had always thought her life at the royal palace was the height of suffering—bullied and treated like a glorified servant. 

But now, as she surveyed her current situation, she realized she had been living the high life. Even the artificial blood she'd scorned was a luxury she'd taken for granted.

She struggled to understand how vampires of old could hunt and drink blood directly from humans. She had heard that fresh blood tasted different, and she had hoped it would be an improvement. 

Instead, she found it merely different in an unpleasant way.

The raw animal blood she had consumed while fleeing the Kingdom of Eira had a distinctly fishy smell. It was so sweet that it left a bitter aftertaste. It was a bit like drinking liquid garbage, only less appealing.