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SHE SPREADS LIKE WILDFIRE
A single touch from her... and you'll burn.
After a monstrous, unknown creature razes her village to ashes, little Neavea is left with nothing-no family, no food, no clue where she is. Just four years old and utterly alone in a land that doesn't welcome strays, she learns quickly: the world won't feed you unless you fight for your place at the table.
So Neavea does what she must.
She uses her gift-the cursed fire that dances at her fingertips-to survive. Busking? No. Burning? Sometimes. Blazing through crowds like a pocket-sized inferno? Oh, absolutely.
That's when he sees her.
Mr. Dandelion marvels at the little firecracker and takes her in. Not out of kindness, oh no. He sees potential. Potential to turn her into a weapon.
Years pass, and Neavea becomes a myth wrapped in leather and shadow-a masked assassin feared across continents. No emotions. No attachments. Just fire, blood, and orders.
Until everything changes.
She's sent on a mission to kill a man. Easy. She's done it a hundred times.
Except... this man?
He's not just anyone.
He's a werewolf.
An alpha.
And-plot twist-he's her mate.
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🔥 Excerpt:
"Which one of you is Mr. Miles Anderson?"
The chair swiveled around slowly, dramatically-almost as if it knew this moment was important. The man seated there tilted his head, dark eyes gleaming.
"Who's asking?"
And then time... stopped.
Not literally. (Though honestly, it felt like it.)
The room faded. The air thickened. The buzzing conference hall turned into a silent cathedral. It was just them-him and her. Assassin and target. Flame and fury.
Their eyes locked.
Their souls screamed.
And then a deep, primal growl rolled from his chest:
"Mine."
Neavea blinked. "Oh, damn you, Moon Goddess."