นิยายเว็บแนว Dark Romance Werewolf และเรื่องราว Beast ในฉาก Hate to Love

She was meant to be a sacrifice to save her family. He was a resurrected monster who used her body to quiet his dark curse. When Lyra ventures into the forbidden mountain forest, she expects to harvest medicinal herbs—not to be hunted by a beast risen from the dead. Reborn Alpha King Valerius is burning alive from an ancient fever, out of his mind with dark magic and desperate for relief. In the cold mud beneath the pines, he claims Lyra with brutal, unyielding force, pouring his feverish soul into her ears with sweet, possessive promises of stone palaces and eternal devotion. But as dawn breaks, the sweet promises evaporate into the icy mist. Valerius vanishes without a trace, leaving Lyra naked, bruised, and abandoned in the freezing dirt. Desperate to hide her shame and return to her village before the elders mark her as unclean, Lyra drags her broken body up from the slush. But as she takes her first agonizing steps down the mountain, a horrifying truth reveals itself: a thick, pitch-black line of blood trickles down her thigh, and wherever it touches the earth, the grass instantly turns to ash. His dark, cursed blood is now running through her veins, turning her into the very thing her people fear most. Trapped between a village that would burn her at the stake and an intoxicating Alpha King who used her as a cure, Lyra must navigate a world of deadly wolf politics, toxic secrets, and a bond that threatens to consume her entirely.

Beware of the Night Alpha. A dangerous shadow, the wraith of vengeance. He is a darkness feared by all, a plague to be avoided, and a river that drowns quicker than a sharp sword cut through the softest surface. Who am I? I am Lady Alenna of House Grewin. A powerful wolf clan known for their nobility and strength. To retain that reputation, my father sorted out the Night Alpha to either take him down or put a tame on him. Little was he informed of the ferocious beast he hunts. Now the Night Alpha has come for my people in retaliation for my father’s hunt. He is to slaughter us all if the moon hadn’t intervened and cast me the fated half of the bastard. I’ve always been a lover of the dark, but something about the darkness he’s made of gives aid to my nightmares. Will I survive? Or is this an end like I’ve predicted?