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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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The power Within

The heavy silence that followed Marcus's departure clung to the air, thick and oppressive. Lyra's heart pounded in her chest, her skin still tingling from the electric energy that had surged through her when Marcus had grabbed her wrist. She had felt it—the raw, untamed power deep inside her, as if Marcus's touch had awoken something she didn't fully understand.

Kael stood a few paces away, his eyes scanning the darkened room, every muscle in his body tense as if he expected Marcus to reappear at any moment. His jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white around the hilt of his blade, which he had yet to sheath.

Lyra's legs felt weak, and she lowered herself onto a nearby stone bench, her breathing still uneven. She could sense the tension in Kael, feel his anger simmering just beneath the surface. The protective wall he had built around himself was cracking, and she wasn't sure what would happen when it finally crumbled.