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Lucien's wolf flashed in his eyes. "Release him."
"Or what?" I whispered, tightening the grip until the boy gagged. "You'll whip me again? Kill me? Go ahead. But I'll be sure to take him with me."
The guards stirred, snarls rising. One step from a massacre.
And still, Lucien never looked at them. His eyes were fixed solely on at me.
"Release him," he said again, voice low, deadly calm. "Not for him. For me."
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They dragged her to the courtyard to die.
The crowd cheered. The executioner raised his axe.
But then the Alpha's wolf whispered one word that changed everything-Mate.
Nyra is the last hybrid, hunted for the blood that poisons wolves. Lucien Dreadmoor is the ruthless Alpha who should have ended her life. Instead, he chains her to his pack, calling it strategy, while secretly vowing to break the bond that ties them.
He despises her kind. She refuses to bow. But the mate-bond burns hotter with every clash, and enemies circle closer-traitors in the keep, and a vampire prince who would claim Nyra for his own.
In a world where hybrids mean death and an Alpha cannot afford weakness, can Lucien sever the bond before it destroys them both?
Or will Nyra become the one thing he swore never to need?
Open to find out!