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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 · Fantaisie
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130 Chs

Into the fire

The door slammed shut with a deafening thud as Marcus disappeared into the shadows, leaving a suffocating silence in his wake. The only sound that remained was the crackling of the fire in the hearth, but it felt like the heat had drained from the room, leaving nothing but cold dread behind.

Kael stood still, his chest heaving with barely contained fury, his grip white-knuckled around the hilt of his blade. Lyra could feel the tension radiating from him, could see the storm raging behind his eyes as he stared at the door Marcus had just vanished through.

"Kael," Lyra whispered, her voice trembling as she placed a hand on his arm.

For a moment, Kael didn't move. His muscles were still taut, his jaw clenched so tight that Lyra was sure he'd break something if he didn't relax. His entire body seemed coiled for a fight that had already slipped from his grasp.

"Kael," she repeated, more urgently this time.