Drama Web Novels & Lycan MxM Stories

Five years of war, three peace summits. One rule that never changed. Ray Carter and Levi Morgan stay on opposite sides, until the night fate decides otherwise. Ray feels nothing, rules everything and answers to no one. He built his empire on control and his reputation on fear, and he has never once lost either. Then Levi walks into the room. His enemy, his rival. The heir of the pack that took everything from him, his mate. One bond, two men on opposite sides of a war neither of them started. Laws older than their bloodlines demand they reject each other, walk away, and pretend it never happened. But the bond doesn’t care about laws and neither, it turns out, does Ray. Someone already knows their secret and someone who has been waiting for exactly this moment. The question isn’t whether Ray and Levi can survive each other. It’s whether either of them will survive what’s coming and who exactly wants them to find out the hard way?

All his life, Rowan believed he was a human and was always locked away in his study by his parents to protect him. But on the night before his eighteenth birthday, after reading about the legend of the Moonborn Omega, he had a dream that awakened him, plunging him into the treacherous world of the supernatural. In a bid to protect him, his parents sent him away to Theron, the lycan king, sparking a forbidden relationship between the power duo.

Anselm Tarrow has spent twelve years drinking poison to stay alive. A male Omega in a kingdom that believes his kind is extinct, he hides what he is behind bitter tea and a lowered gaze. If anyone finds out, he’ll be killed or used. Then the pack Alpha who has made his life miserable names him as the sacrifice to end the Hollowing, the curse that has been killing the royal line for sixty years. Ansel’s tea runs out on the road north. His heat breaks in a blizzard. By the time he’s dragged before the Lycan King, there’s no hiding left. “Please. Just kill me. I’m a freak who could get pregnant. I’d stain your bloodline.” King Ulrich Daghan has buried two consorts and a child. He has stopped believing in hope. But when the scent of Ansel’s heat reaches him, a silver thread snaps tight between their chests, and the King says what nobody in the Cold Court expected: “He is not a sacrifice. He is mine.” Ulrich could take what the bond offers. Instead he guards the door all night and asks one quiet question: Why were you hiding? Because the only one who can break the curse is a Moonbearer willing to bear a Daghan heir, and the man who profits from the curse is already sharpening his knives. He expected death. He got a crown, a curse, and a mate who won’t let go.