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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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deep in thoughts

Lyra lay on her bed, her mind restless and her body tense. She tried to close her eyes, hoping sleep would bring some escape from the overwhelming fear gnawing at her heart. But every time she drifted close, images of her missing son flashed in her mind, jolting her back to wakefulness.

The silence in her room was too loud, pressing down on her. She turned over, pulling the blanket tightly around her as if it could somehow shield her from the dread twisting inside. But nothing could ease the ache of not knowing where her son was—or if he was safe.

Lyra's thoughts drifted to Alaric, and anger bubbled up, keeping her awake. She didn't trust him—his intentions had become far too clear recently, his actions more bold. It was as though he was taunting her, toying with her mind, and now she couldn't shake the idea that he had something to do with her son's disappearance. But she didn't have any proof, and the thought alone felt too cruel to accept.