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The Alpha's prey

The Alpha's prey Lyra Blackwood has been running her entire life. As the last surviving member of her disgraced family, she’s been hunted, hated, and feared. But nothing could prepare her for being captured by Kael Wolfe—the brutal, merciless Alpha of a rival pack. Cold and calculated, Kael sees Lyra as nothing more than a means to an end, a pawn in his quest for revenge against the bloodline that betrayed him years ago. Thrown into his world, Lyra is held captive under Kael’s control, forced to submit to the will of a man who thrives on power and domination. He wants to break her, bend her to his will, and make her suffer for the sins of her family. But Lyra is no helpless prey. Despite the chains that bind her, she refuses to bow to him, challenging Kael at every turn. Their mutual hatred fuels a dark and dangerous attraction. The more Kael tries to dominate her, the more he becomes consumed by an obsession he never expected. And as the full moon approaches, so does a curse that ties their fates together in ways neither of them can escape. Their passion is raw, violent, and unforgiving—a battle for control as much as it is a descent into desire. But what begins as punishment turns into something darker and more twisted, as Kael realizes that breaking Lyra might mean breaking himself. As they teeter on the edge of madness, Lyra must decide whether to trust the man who once vowed to destroy her, or let the forces hunting her finally claim her life. Bound by hatred, bound by desire, they’re forced to face a love that could destroy them both—or consume them entirely. In this dark, primal world where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is everywhere, Lyra and Kael’s fate is sealed beneath the moon—locked in a brutal dance of love and power they can no longer control.

Giselle_lynette · Fantasy
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130 Chs

After the storm

The world came back in fragments—soft whispers, the rustle of leaves, and the distant howl of wolves. Lyra's body felt heavy, her limbs weighed down as if they were made of stone. Her eyelids fluttered open, but everything was a blur. She could feel the cool night air on her skin, the rough ground beneath her, and the faint ache that seemed to pulse through every muscle in her body.

"Lyra."

The voice was deep, familiar, and filled with worry. Slowly, the haze began to clear, and she turned her head to see Kael kneeling beside her. His face was etched with concern, his eyes dark and intense as they searched her for any sign of life.

"Kael," she whispered, her voice weak and hoarse. She tried to sit up, but her body protested, and she winced at the pain that shot through her chest.

Kael's hand was on her shoulder in an instant, gently guiding her back down. "Don't move yet. You're hurt."