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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 · Fantasi
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130 Chs

Echoes of the battle

The courtyard was eerily quiet after the chaos of the battle. The air still crackled with the remnants of power, the scent of blood and sweat hanging heavily over the scene. The ground was littered with the bodies of Marcus's wolves, some still breathing, others lifeless. Kael's pack stood victorious, though they were battered and weary. They had won the fight, but everyone could sense that it wasn't over.

Lyra knelt in the dirt, her hands shaking as she cradled Kael's head in her lap. His breathing was shallow, his body covered in wounds from the brutal fight. Blood matted his hair, and his face was pale, but he was alive. That was all that mattered to her right now.

"Kael," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. She brushed the hair back from his forehead, her fingers trembling. His eyes fluttered open, the pale green of his irises dimmed by exhaustion, but when he looked at her, a weak smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.