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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 · 奇幻言情
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130 Chs
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A moment of vulnerability

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warmth a stark contrast to the cool night air that hung around them. Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, but her mind was far too restless for sleep. The events of the battle, Marcus's looming threat, and the strange surge of power that had coursed through her body lingered in her thoughts, refusing to let her rest.

Kael stood by the window, his back to her as he stared out into the dark forest. His broad shoulders were tense, and Lyra could see the faint bruises and cuts that marred his skin—evidence of the fight he had barely survived. She knew he was hurting, both physically and emotionally, but he hid it well, as he always did.

But tonight, there was a different tension in the air—something unspoken, something heavy that neither of them had dared to address. The memory of Kael's words from earlier still echoed in her mind.

"Because you matter to me, Lyra. More than you know."