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

Ready, Set, Goodbye!

Riona sat on the beach, hugging her knees tightly against her chest, her thin skirt fluttering in the breeze. 

Since moving to Wintertooth, she had adopted the locals' style—thin layers, only adding a hat or extra clothing during the day to protect herself from the sun. 

She had completely forgotten the biting chill of Eira's wind.

This was what she wanted, right? 

An escape from the palace of Eira, her uncle's tight grip, and Lisbeth's endless, toddler-like tantrums. Just her and Florian, living the good life without having to worry about blood supply. 

But hold on—this was not the fantasy she had concocted in her head. It was off, somehow. 

In her mind, everything had been perfect: she and Florian together, every day filled with peace and quiet moments shared in harmony.

Instead, here she was, absent-mindedly play with the sand as if the world wasn't crashing down around them, while her brother was handcuffed with her red aura.