BOUND BY THE ROGUE ALPHA: SWORN TO THE LYCAN KING
BLURB
The first time I looked into Kael Draem’s eyes, I knew he wasn’t a man made for happy endings. He wasn’t crafted from kindness or tenderness. He was a wolf carved from scars and ink, a predator whose heart beat only for power.
And yet.
When his gaze pinned me in that crowded hall, when his voice claimed me as though the word mine had been written into his very bones, my entire world shifted. Every instinct told me to run. To fight. To hate him for the chains he wrapped around me.
But wolves are not creatures of reason. We are bound by instinct, by bond, by a pull stronger than any vow.
I told myself I despised him. That I would never bend, never surrender, never let his hands brand my skin with ownership.
But then there were nights when the fire between us burned too bright to deny. When the anger blurred into something sharp and breathless. When his lips hovered just above mine, and I hated him so much that it felt like hunger.
Kael was chaos. He was violence. He was the darkness I swore I would never crave.
And yet every time he touched me, every time he whispered in that low, ruthless voice that I belonged to him, the fragile walls around my heart cracked a little more.