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

Rust and Arrogance

The west wing had crumbled to rubble. Enemy forces now surged from both the north and south, encircling the royal palace, trapping the Royal Guards and King Valentin's allies inside.

When he arrived, the scene was grim. Lisbeth was barely on her feet, her breath ragged, while her plump friend lay unconscious in the hallway.

"Father..." she whispered as King Valentin landed before her. Her voice trembled, and her eyes filled with tears that mixed with the black blood staining her face as they fell.

Her battered half-armor offered little protection now, torn and slashed in countless places. Her once radiant silver hair was matted with grime and blood, clinging to her bruised skin. Her face, covered with deep cuts, was a painful contrast to the fierce determination in her expression.