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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

Tethered to Darkness

Kael's body went rigid the moment the door slammed shut behind him. The scent of wolves—Marcus's wolves—hung thick in the air, and the dark, oppressive atmosphere made every hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He could hear the faint sound of footsteps outside, the padding of paws circling the building. They were trapped.

"Welcome, Kael," Marcus's voice rang out, smooth and cold as ice. He stepped forward from the shadows, his smile sharp, cruel. "How does it feel, knowing you've led yourself right into my hands?"

Kael ignored the taunt, his focus solely on Lyra. She was still huddled against the wall, her knees drawn to her chest, her eyes wide with fear. He took a cautious step toward her, but Marcus's voice cut through the room again, halting him.

"I wouldn't get too close if I were you," Marcus said, his tone laced with warning. "She's not the girl you left behind."