Two dying packs. One dangerous lie. And a bond neither of them can escape. The war between the Steelclaw and Riverbend packs has raged for centuries- and now it's destroying them from the inside out. Wolves are dying faster than they can be replaced. Pups are no longer being born. Extinction is no longer a possibility... It's a certainty. Peace comes with a price. Elizabeth of Riverbend is given to the enemy Alpha in a forced union meant to end the bloodshed. Her mate-in-name is Arlo Steelclaw- cold, powerful, and feared by every wolf who speaks his name. Their marriage will bind the packs under one treaty... if they can keep the lie alive. They must convince everyone they've been secretly, obsessively in love for a year. Every touch practiced. Every heated look rehearsed. Every shared bed strictly for appearances. Until it's not. Arlo's dominance is suffocating-and intoxicating. Elizabeth's defiance makes him burn. What begins as obligation turns into temptation, then desire so fierce it leaves them shattered and gasping in the dark. Each stolen moment blurs the line between deception and truth, between enemies and something far more dangerous. But loving the enemy Alpha could cost Elizabeth everything. As rival wolves circle and betrayal threatens the fragile truce, one truth becomes clear: lies can ignite passion- but only love can survive the coming war. ⭐ This book is available now on Amazon Kindle! ⭐ (Link in Bio)

{Featured Story!} #1 in Supernatural #48 in Romance #5 in Historical Fiction "They say at night, the howls of wolves echo across the land, and in the morning farmers find their animals missing or slaughtered. Keep your wits about you, my dearest friend. Beware of the wolves." 1561 Alba - Scotland Màili is the only child of Catholic Lord, Seumas MacDhòmhnaill, and his wife Màiri. Most of her life has been spent hidden away in the Scottish countryside to keep her away from the rumours rife at court since her Mother's death. Màili knows one wrong move could bring those rumours at her feet too. Cries of witchcraft and gossip about her father's dwindling funds, means Màili's future remains uncertain. Close to destitute, her dowry gone, her only chance - in the eyes of her father at least - comes in the form of an unexpected marriage match from a family willing to pay handsomely for Màili's hand. It's an offer her father dare not refuse. Quickly married to a man she doesn't know, Torian Lyall flouts Màili's every belief in what is expected from her as a wife. Nor do he or his family seem overly interested in following Catholic tradition. Trapped amongst people so different from her, speaking a language she barely remembers from childhood, she's whisked away to her new home farther North than she's travelled before. The wild and mountain filled Highlands are a beautiful place; where purple heather and thick forests covers the land, and mighty sea winds batter the waves against ancient rock. Myth and mystery swirl as thick as the grey mists in the glens, where creatures from old stories are said still to roam. And the Lyall family have secrets of their own. Secrets that might involve her in some way. Secrets that make Màili hold her friend's advice closer than she thought she'd need to... Beware of the wolves. . .

Loche's fury was a bit scary and I sat back as his eyes lit up a fiery orange-red. Uh oh. "You think...you think I almost burned down an entire kingdom for you Estelle and you think I have the mind to go stick my cock in someone I do not love?!" "I am only saying this because that is what-" "-No! You listen and you listen well. This cock will only be between your legs and lips! I love you, woman. Do not listen to what others have to say. Listen to me and see my actions. I will behead myself before I touch another woman." ----------------------- A sheltered fae Princess blossoming into a Queen. A dragon prince taking his rightful place as King . Lochelan Magnus Eukyra is many things, but a possessive husband was not what he thought he would be. How can this newly crowned dragon King keep his gentle fae Queen safe from himself and the brutal realities of life in his kingdom? What happens when he cannot keep her safe and concealed in his arms?

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.