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#MAGIC
#COMEDY
#REVENGE
#BEAUTY
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#FACESLAPPING
#ALPHA

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
367 Chs
#MAGIC
#COMEDY
#REVENGE
#BEAUTY
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#FACESLAPPING
#ALPHA

How Did This Happen?

Upon waking up, Florian found himself in a place that was, well, definitely not home. 

For starters, it was warm and humid, a stark contrast to the cold he was accustomed to. Also, he wasn't bundled in his usual thick clothing. The air wasn't freezing either—just pleasantly breezy. Soft and soothing against his skin.

Glancing around with a frown, his feet hit the floor, and he soon noticed the gritty sensation of sand scattered across a wooden floor. Slowly, Florian rose to his feet, his hand brushing against the walls. They were made of bamboo. 

He ran his fingers over the smooth, ridged surface, unfamiliar with the material, and lingered on it. It was his first time seeing bamboo so he didn't know what it was called. 

"Where… am I?" he muttered.

"Huh?"

The sound startled him. He spun around, searching for its source. "Huh?" He turned again, confused, like a dog chasing its tail.