Mated to My Enemy: Tamed by the Tyrant Prince
I weaved through the channels till I found it resting on a pedestal made of fused obsidian, was the Fang.
It was a jagged shard of ivory-white bone, nearly three feet long, wrapped in rusted silver chains that hummed with a low, menacing frequency.
“Don't touch the chains,” Aveline warned, her voice trembling. “Dad said the First Alpha didn't die. He just became the blade.”
“I don't care if he’s the devil himself,” I said, stepping toward the pedestal.
The closer I got, the louder the hum became. It was a physical vibration that made my teeth ache and my vision blur. Images flashed through my mind: fields of dead wolves, a moon dripping with black oil, and the feeling of teeth sinking into t
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