FERAL MOON: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING
“You smell like mine.”
Lyra never believed the legends about Lycans. They said those monstrous, feral creatures with strength far beyond wolves.
But when she tries to save a child from a rogue attack, her blood spills on sacred soil… and her hidden bloodline awakens.
Miles away, Ares Nightbane, the terrifying Lycan King, turns feral when her scent hits him like a drug.
Her pain drags him across kingdoms in minutes.
Her fear breaks what little sanity he has left.
He finds her bleeding.
Shaking.
Dying.
And the moment his eyes meet hers, the ruthless king loses absolute control.
He pins her to the ground with a growl, breath hot on her throat.
Not to kill her.
Not to save her.
But because the bond, the one he swore to destroy has chosen her.
“Run if you want,” Ares snarls, lips brushing her ear.
“I’ll chase. I’ll devour. I’ll claim every inch of you until the moon rises in your eyes.
You are mine, little wolf. Mine to protect. Mine to ruin.”
Lyra is poor, brave, and stubborn enough to defy a king.
But resisting the Lycan who can cross kingdoms in minutes?
The king whose madness is soothed only by her scent?
The king who would tear apart the world to keep her?
She might survive the monsters outside the palace
but surviving the one obsessed with her?
That may be impossible.